“What you up to girl?”
“You’ll see,” I murmur, rising on my tip toes to grab the keys. He swats my ass playfully and follows me out the door. Once we’re in the car, he reclines the passenger seat back and keeps his eyes on me. I don’t need to turn around to know he’s smiling, I feel it down in my bones, deep inside my soul. It’s the smile that makes everything right, the smile that erases the doom that’s headed straight for us. It’s the smile I want to hang on tight to and never let go.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
I want to believe they are the words of my maker but they are our truth. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring for us, I don’t know what Blackie has been spending day and night planning. I probably won’t know until it’s over but whatever it is, it’s dark and ugly, cold and uninviting.
“Stop that,” he says softly, reaching over the console and cupping my knee. I tear my eyes away from the road and look at him from the corner of my eye.
“What?” I ask innocently, my voice cracking slightly.
“You got that look on your pretty face you get when your mind is working you over,” he says, with a shake of his head. “It’s just you and me tonight, girl. The rest of the world doesn’t exist. Tonight we’re just Lacey and Dominic,” he says with a wink and an affectionate squeeze of my knee.
I love that so hard. There aren’t many times I get the man and not the knight but when I do, well, those moments are everything. They’re the moments we’re two ordinary people in love. There is no club, no illness or addictions, just a girl and a man who love one another despite everything weighing them down.
With no more thought to the storm heading our way I pull up to our destination and kill the engine on the truck. Blackie’s eyes lazily glance out the window at the tattoo parlor and I reach for my phone, snapping a photo to capture the smirk on his face with every intention to stare at the photo when I’m lonely and he’s off riding.
“You finally going to tattoo my name to that ass of yours?” He asks slyly as I turn the camera around and lean in close to him and snap a selfie.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you,” I reply, snapping another photo, this time my tongue sneaks out the corner of my mouth and touches his cheek.
The next selfie is snapped as he pushes my hair away from my face and presses his lips to my cheek. Next, he grabs my face and the phone slips from my hand as his mouth crashes against mine and his tongue works its way into my mouth and over mine. I could easily get lost in the kiss just as easy as I can get lost in his scent or the way his body feels next to mine. The moan escapes my lips and melts against his as he slowly breaks the kiss and swipes his thumb over my lower lip.
“Girl,” he whispers.
“Don’t even try to talk me out of it,” I warn.
“Fuck that, never,” he laughs, dropping his finger from my mouth. “Nothing sexier than having my name on you,” he says, reaching for the door handle.
“I never said I was getting your name,” I laugh as I get out of the car and meet him around the front of the truck. He takes my hand and laces our fingers together, leading me toward the tattoo parlor.
“You didn’t have to.” He grins at me.
Three hours later I had a beautiful rose wrapped in rosary beads inked to my right shoulder blade. Blackie stopped me from adding his name to the tattoo, insisting he wants me to take his name in marriage not in ink.
“After you marry me, you can ink my name to every inch of your body but the first time you take my name will be when you’re my wife,” he said, whipping out his phone and snapping a picture of my face after he said the words.
There are some moments too good not to capture. Moments that are too good not to treasure.
I don’t tell her I’ll be on the road for the next three days, instead I pretend like everything is fine and I’m not about to declare war on the Corrupt Bastards. Ignorance is bliss and for tonight all I want to be is blissfully buried inside Lacey, drowning in the sweetness she possesses.
Holding her hand as the needle pricked her skin and marked her flesh provided the perfect distraction for a while but now we’re home and the only thing I want distracting me is her body. I watch her unzip the hoodie she’s wearing, glancing over her shoulder as she lowers it down and checks to see if the gauze is still taped to her back, covering her new tattoo.
She’s not trying to be seductive but every fucking move she makes has me hard and craving her. Poor girl, I will demolish her tonight so that when I’m on the road, the ache in between her thighs keeps her company, reminding her I’m never too far from her.