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Shaking my head, I walk over to Lewis and pat his back, getting his attention. He furrows his brows, but I just smile sweetly and sneer, "Seriously, Lewis, slipping something in my drink just so you can win a bet?" His eyes widen. The bouncer, who happens to be Levi, who, according to Tats, is being patched in very soon, turns our way. When he sees it's me speaking, his eyes darken, and I nod before kneeing the jackass in the junk, making the men around him wince as their friend falls to the floor.
I get to my pickup, feeling Tats' eyes on me. I turn, and we make eye contact. I can see anger shining through his eyes, but I just shrug before climbing into my truck and heading home. I read a good book, sip a beer, knowing Tats will show up later.
Whether he's screwed someone else before then or not, I don't know.
A few hours later, I'm sitting on my tatty couch, eating Chinese while reading Hell's Girl's newest book. I get flip the page to the next scene where the hero cheats.
What the hell?
I'm in a mid-cheating scene, wanting to scream at the book, when my door opens. I look up, jumping out of my skin as my eyes meet Tats' dark blue ones. My heart is literally in my throat.
He shuts the door before removing his cut, chucking it on the kitchen table, before pulling off his shirt, which goes on the floor. Those actions prove that he's starting to slowly care about his patch.
He walks my way, as I murmur, "I think I tanked my test."
He smiles.
My eyes eat him up as he stops before me, undoing his jeans, letting them fall down as he toes off his boots. When he's completely naked, he bends over, pushing me down on the couch, and my legs immediately open for him.
His lips touch mine briefly before he whispers against them, "Baby, you're the smartest person I know. I promise you didn't tank it. You passed with flying colors."
He presses his lips against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth to tangle it with mine. His fingers travel down my body to the gusset of my panties. He groans, feeling how wet I already am for him. He tears my favorite pair of panties.
I grumble against his lips, making him chuckle before kissing me passionately.
I feel him reach for something on the floor before I hear a rustle, and then he's at my entrance. I gasp, throwing my head back as he enters me in one thrust.
His lips go to my neck as his hands grip my thighs, keeping them up and open as he starts to thrust into me fast and hard, hitting the right spot.
"Oh God…." I moan.
"That's it, baby, give it to me…" he groans as I tighten around him, making him thrust faster.
"Tats," I gasp as my stomach tightens, my vision blackening as my orgasm takes over me. He groans, thrusting three more times before coming, then pushing forward, keeping himself inside me, keeping us connected.
He lifts his head, his dark blue eyes intensely looking at me as we try to catch our breath. His lips meet mine again, his fingers linking with my own, holding them tightly above my head, his hips slowly moving in and out of me languidly.
At this moment, I know I'll keep doing this, because I need him.
He's my family, my heart.
9
Tats – 29 Years Old
I sit back in my chair and watch Smokey as he sleeps. The fucker had been in a coma for the past two weeks after Cherrie, a club whore, knocked him over the head with a bat after she and his ex-wife, Kallie, kidnapped Olivia, the woman he fell head over heels for, and attempted to kill her in their home.
They started dated two years ago. He fucked up, she left him, and he'd spent the past few years trying to win her back while building a bond with her kid, who calls him “Daddy” and her real dad “Papa”. But now, he doesn't fucking remember them. Doc stated he has short-term memory loss, and it should return, but his last memory is divorcing Kallie, who Liv ended up killing to save herself and Smokey.
It hurts seeing the pain in Liv's and April's eyes.
Shit like this puts things into perspective.
I bounce my knee, needing to see Vi. Fuck, I miss my girl.
And yes, she is my fucking girl.
I finally concluded she was mine when I had three women in my room at the club. It was the day Vi decided to have a date with that fucker who spiked her drink. As soon as Snake got to the bar, I stormed off to the club, grabbed three fucking clubwhores, not giving a shit they may have fucked Snatch or my father, and took them to my room, making them all giddy.
