Page 32 of Tats

Time to prove to her she's mine.

A few hours later, I'm leaning against my bike, my girl leaning back against me as we watch the sunset from a road down from my house. It's land I own, and there's nothing but fields.

It's fucking perfect.

I took her for a romantic meal a few towns over, where she spoke about her day at the home where Grams decided to give her another show with old man Tims, this time from behind. He was fucking my grandmother doggy style. I shudder at the thought. Then we went for a ride down country roads, and it was fucking perfect. Finally, I brought her here for the sunset over the fields and hills, but now, we need to talk.

I need her to see this is happening; it has been happening for three years.

I squeeze her tighter, placing my nose into the crook of her neck. I breathe, "I know you're scared, Violet." She nods, her nails gently moving up and down my arms. "I'm scared, too, baby. You know my upbringing; Grams has told you a lot. I thought having a casual thing with you would mean I get to have you and keep my distance. I thought I could control my feelings for you, but instead, you consumed me. Each time I allowed someone else to place their lips on my skin, to touch me, I felt like I cheated. I didn't want to fall for you, but I think I did that night in college, I think that's why, even though I don't remember it, I've always connected with you. My body has always wanted you."

I take a deep breath and admit, "I'm scared that the club will destroy us, destroy you, and the thought of that kills me. I'm afraid I'm not enough for you, that my past will overshadow us, and that I'll lose you.

“I thought casual would be better, but instead of ending thing, I pulled you closer when I realized how much I was in love with you."

She turns in my arms, her eyes watering as she goes to her tiptoes, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss.

She whispers, "I'm scared I'm not going to survive losing you."

I hold her tighter, placing my forehead against hers. "Life is never guaranteed, baby, but I can promise you, if I can help it, you will never lose me."

I feel her nod as I grab her ass. I lift her up and turn us, then place her ass on my Harley as her legs wrap around my waist. I cup her cheeks and rasp, "I know this is going to sound bad, Vi, but, fuck, I don't want us to go public."

I wince, knowing how bad that sounded, and half expect her to get pissed, but my girl, the amazing woman she is, wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me as close as she can.

"I understand, and I'm not going to hold it against you. We can keep this between us, though Leo will kill us if we don't include him and, most likely, Breaker."

I chuckle, knowing she's right.

I lean forward and kiss her as I slide my fingers into her panties. I groan at how wet she is for me before I tear them from her body, laughing at her grumbled protests about my destroying her underwear.

I rasp against her lips, "I'll buy you some more," before kissing her hard, shoving my tongue down her throat. I undo my jeans, pulling my extremely hard cock out. I place it at her entrance, knowing she's on the pill, and slam forward, groaning in pleasure. She gasps against my lips but doesn't break the kiss; if anything, she kisses me harder.

Fuck, a year without condoms, and it still feels amazing.

I pull out a little before slamming forward harder, and then I make love to my girl on my bike in the sunset.

Fucking perfect.

12

Violet – One Month Later

I smile at Mr. Hanson as I leave his class after signing up to take it. He specializes in cellular biology, and I'm looking forward to it.

Though, apparently, he's a hard ass, so I need to ensure I keep up, which means not working the crazy hours I have been. I've already spoken to Dani at the café and cut my hours to weekends only, and I'll be starting nights at the home. By the time I need to attend class, I should have had at least four hours of sleep.

I've got this. I know I do. I just have to convince Jayden that I am fine working nights, and he can survive only seeing me a few hours a week. Who knows, maybe this means I'll stop walking in on Betty screwing a man who I see as a grandfather.

I shudder. My poor eyes can't take much more of their activities.

I tighten my bag over my shoulder as I walk toward the exit, my mind on Jayden.

Jayden…yep, still weird.

It's been a month since he laid it all on me and, to be honest, nothing has really changed except that, when he's not with me, I don't panic that he's with someone else. I know he speaks the truth, and when he says he's not slept with another woman, I believe him. Plus, he messages me all the time.

I even get to call him his legal name, which I love. He'll always be my Tats, but now, he's also my Jayden.

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