Always & Forever (Battle Born MC Book 4) Page 6

  My thoughts trail off wondering if I could, and I am distracted by them. I snap out of it to find Tank’s big toothy smile covering his face. “I knew it!”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “We’ll see. Anyway, what’s up with this other bitch?” Tank, for once, keeps us on track, or is just enjoying my drama. On second thought, it’s definitely my drama.

  “For the record, before you go rat me out to the crazy ass crew, this one is definitely not my bitch.” My eyes warn Tank as I know this motherfucker would run over to the bar, with Axl in tow, to rat my ass out. Saint laughs and enjoys our version of ‘Team Building’.

  “After we saw Vegas and the twins, Tami and I were leaving, and we saw Feather walking out of the hospital right before us.”

  “What the fuck?” Saint’s eyes squint and murder starts clouding them. “She wouldn’t be visiting Vegas, the girls would stab her before she even got into the room.”

  “Aye, brother,” I agree. “We need Spider to hack into the hospital records and find out why. Do you know her real name?”

  “Do you?” he spits back.

  Tank’s boisterous laugh fills the air and breaks the tension. “Fuck, this is so not good, you dumb dicks.” He rubs his chin through his beard. “I’ll talk with Spider and Blade and get back to you with more information. In the meantime, go claim that pussy, simple as that. You take what you want, Solo. She knows she’s playing with a couple of thieves. Give her what she’s asking for and make no damn apologies for being her man.”

  He gets up from his seat like a man on a mission. The few times he is serious, that says everything, and we do have something to worry about with Feather. Fuck.

  I watch the door slam shut behind him. As soon as it’s closed, Saint and I both say at the same time, “I haven’t touched her in months.” We both stop talking, stunned, and look at each other in the awkward silence before dropping our bottles in the trashcan and go about the rest of the day fixing bikes.

  I think of nothing else for the rest of the day other than charging into Tami’s house and taking her, permanently marking her as mine.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  The sun has long set before we are done with all the work for the club. I shower, then walk out into the bar area where Pawn is smoking a joint, passing it around the group. Feather is sitting next to him and the look on her face sends shivers up and down my spine. I think she knows exactly what she’s doing here, and we will soon find out what it is.

  Tank is on a bar stool with Kat next to him. Quietly, they sit like a deadly force and observe the scene before us.

  Spider is at the opposite side of the bar, and he’s letting out a long cloud of smoke from his cigar as I’m looking his way. He tilts his head toward the door, a clear signal to move on, which I do.

  The bitch doesn’t even know the shit storm that’s about to be brought into her life.

  I walk out the front the door and jump on my bike to go find the one girl who can make all this bullshit go away.

  Soon enough, I’m walking in through the front door of The Black Rose to find Tami at the bar, working, with a group of college boys surrounding her. She’s making some serious bank in tips off these shitheads.

  A smile spreads across my face at what I’m about to do. Thank God that Vegas and Dana are not here.

  My feet quickly get me around the crowd and behind Tami. I grab her hips and spin her around to face me. One hand grips her ass and the other takes a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. Her mouth falls open as I take it with my own and savagely kiss her. Claiming her in the bar in front of God, these punks and whoever else is looking.

  She has no time to react but to do what I want her to. Tami naturally submits to me and gives me what I want when I want it, waking a beast in me that I didn’t know existed.

  My intense eyes look out over the bar, with my lips tangled with hers, and I see the crowd watching us. My hand leaves her ass to flip off the boys. The girls standing around them giggle and the boys loose interest and take off. My hands grip her waist and push her back a little, “Hey, blondie.”

  Tami lets out a soft sigh and her hands slowly let go of their grip on my cut as she sits back onto her heels. “Hey,” she whispers as she’s glancing from my eyes to my lips.

  “I’ll be sitting over there until you’re done for the night,” I point with my head toward my usual side table and peck her lips before reaching around her to pull a beer out from the ice.

  She follows me with her eyes as I sit in a chair and pop the cap off. The air zigzags between us, a promise made to each other, an unspoken understanding. A bond we both can’t deny or stop ourselves from feeling.

  She watches all night from the corner of her eyes as she’s working away. She can’t stop the pull any more than I can. I watch her, too transfixed on us and the knowing of what I’m taking from her tonight.

  Hours pass until closing time. I help her lock up, and we get on my bike to head over to her house. Once there, I take the keys from her hand. Wordlessly, we stare into each other’s eyes as we walk inside and then to her room.

  I walk up to her and, of their own volition, my hands peel the shirt and pants slowly away from her body. My thumbs hook her panties at the hips, pulling them down and dropping them to the floor.

  She reaches out for me and begins removing my clothes as well. She explores my tattoos across my chest and arms before finally removing my pants and boxers. Her hand runs up my chest to the back of my head and pulls me down to her face.

  My hands grip the back of her thighs and I lift her up. She gracefully wraps her legs around my waist. Her hot pussy traps my dick between us, and I groan into her mouth. She rocks against me the few steps it takes to her bed. I gently lay her down after I rip the comforter back. My lips kiss down her jaw and throat as I move down her body.

  Tami pants out her excitement. My hands roam, and I memorize every curve of her. She leaves her legs open wide for me as I worship on my knees before her. Only Tami. I find her sweet pussy and lay a soft kiss there.

  “Solo,” she sighs.

  “No, baby, Michael.”

  I kiss her pussy again before my tongue eagerly comes out to lick her in one long stroke. I devour every inch of her, licking and sucking her little clit. I start out slow, warming her up for me. My fingers pump in and out of her.

  “Michael,” she rasps, panting, “Make me come, don’t stop.”

  I lick her until she’s about to explode, then pull back.

  She groans, sounding very unsatisfied. I chuckle at her and reach into her nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube that I found there before. I squeeze out a drop and toss the bottle back in the drawer. My hand wraps around my stiff dick and I run my hand back and forth before I lay over her on my forearms.

  “I want you forever, Tami. I know you want this, too.” She runs her hands up my arms, pulling me toward her, and a tear leaks from her eye as she nods.

  I lean further into her, “I’m taking you,” my dark promises of worship for her whisper into the night. “You belong to me, Tami, all of you was always meant to be mine forever.”

  “Yes, I am yours, please take me.”

  I place one of her legs around my back and then I grip my dick and run it through her folds. “I’m taking you without a condom, I’m not ever fucking you with one. I want you all over me.”

  Tami’s body bows into me, so impatient for what comes next. I hold my dick at her entrance with a steady pressure before biting her neck and sucking as I slowly press forward.

  She trembles beneath me from the intrusion. I give her a moment to adjust, holding steady, then I gently lick over my bite mark. I pant with her; her pussy is so tight. A fucking dream turned into a reality which I believed only existed with her, and I was right.

  When her nails scratch over my back, I start moving. I grind over her clit with my pelvis, and her eyes briefly close.

  When my thumb finds her clit, I rub soft circles and
then pick up the pace of my thrusts when she grinds back against me. “Tami, come for me,” my whispered plea echoes around the room. I keep a steady pace, watching her body closely, not wanting to miss a moment.

  I’m about to come, not knowing how much longer I can last, when I feel her cunt tightening, and she comes. Her nails dig into my back, breaking my skin as she moans out her release. The pressure around my dick is too much, and I come seconds after her, having taken what I always knew would be mine.

  I slowly pump a few times before leaning over her, resting on my forearms and claiming her mouth, “Mine.” I hold her and kiss her cheeks and forehead before letting go and pumping my dick some more before it got soft.

  Call me insane, I don’t give a fuck, but I don’t let her leave the bed to clean up. I love us the way we are, and I don’t want anything to take away from this moment. I wrap her up in my arms and keep her close to my body all night.

  If this was never meant to be, then I never want to find out what right is, because this is perfect.

  Chapter 9

  Tami

  A warm and heavy arm holds me captive from rolling over onto my stomach. Locked in place I get lost in thought over the last month and the changes in me and my life.

  Solo cares for me on a level I need so much in my life. He gives me room to grow and find myself. He sees my heart completely and wants to steal it for reasons to make me happy.

  My mind jumps over to Pawn, and inside, the deep heart of him there is love there, but he’s trapped in some dark place that I can’t reach. I want him to be happy. I just know in my heart that I can’t be the person to walk the journey with him. We would get lost together and the pain could destroy me.

  My heart knows where it belongs, and it’s trapped under the man who’s holding me right now.

  I try to stretch my legs, but Solo’s weight is holding me in place. “It’s too early, go back to bed, blondie.” His early morning rasp is so damn sexy as it sends goosebumps over my skin, and I shiver under his touch. His morning wood grinds against my backside.

  “I have work this morning, I have to get up and get showered.” I don’t even sound convincing to myself that work is more important than being right here with him.

  “Not today. I texted Vegas and Dana. I’m taking you to Tahoe for your birthday, to the beach.” Solo squeezes me, “Happy twenty-first, blondie.”

  His lips tenderly leave a lasting kiss not only on my shoulder but also on my heart. It takes me a minute before I can croak out even a single word past the rock that’s lodged in my throat. “How did you know it was my birthday?”

  “I told you that you were mine. But I went through Vegas’ employee docs to find it.” He says it like that is a normal thing to do. With this crew, that is completely normal, I realize. To me, for some twisted reason, I love that he did that.

  Against his protests, I turn over to face him and push him onto his back. His eyes open just as I begin to sink down on top of him. Something in me, even with how sore I am this morning, wants to put my mark on him, too. I take him into my body and ride him until he’s coming from what I do to him, and it feels like a victory. Like I finally claimed him as mine, too.

  After we’re done, he takes my hand and walks us into the bathroom where he starts the shower. He pulls me in the tub and the hot water rinses the night away, washing off all the evidence of the girl I was yesterday, leaving behind the woman I feel that I am today. We take turns and wash each other while our hands roam over every dip and curve.

  My eyes burn at the intimacy Solo has given me. Never in my life have I felt that I belonged to anyone. I’ve been a castaway, alone, finding my way, looking for a home that’s filled with love. He sees the pain on my face. Gently, he runs his thumbs under my eyes, mixing the pain with the love. Something so bittersweet, a moment I will never forget. The moment when I realize where I belong.

  “You are my home, too, Tami. I have fallen in love with you. I will take care of you, for always and forever.” He sears his promise with a kiss to my lips. “We will have it all. Babies and a house, and maybe one day you will write stories about love.”

  “I love you, too, Michael, so much, and I want it all with you, too.” My hands not only hold onto to him, but also onto his promise of a future, the best gift I could have ever been given on my birthday.

  “I have something else for you, too. It’s in the bag that I brought in last night.”

  My eyes round in surprise and I quickly turn off the water, then grab us towels. I can’t remember the last time I was given a birthday present. “Hurry, I really want to see this.”

  Solo shakes his head, laughing, and follows me out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. I sit on my bed and patiently wait, well, I try to sit patiently, as he walks back toward me. I see that he has a manila envelope in his hand.

  He’s holding it to his bare chest as he’s taking a deep breath. “I asked Blade and Spider for help with this. After they gave me the information, Tank went with me on a road trip a week ago. I wanted to check before I showed you this.” He holds out the envelope to me and, with shaking hands, I take it to open it, its contents falling into my lap.

  At first, pain hits me when I take a good look at the first few pictures. Two young girls, terrified, living in a foster home. It’s Amanda and I. I run a finger over her face and then mine. Flipping to the next one, I find Amanda alone, walking down the sidewalk. My eyes look up to Solo and I pray he has a good story for me. “How is she? You found her, right?”

  “She’s good, Tami. I asked Blade about her. He had Spider find her. Because of what happened with her and the club, it could’ve blown back on us. Blade made sure that she was okay. Amanda’s had medical care, counseling, whatever she needed until she was on her feet. She’s okay, Blade killed the men who had taken her and the rest of the kids. She’s happy, Tami,” he finishes with conviction in his voice.

  “Amanda is okay? She is doing good?” I know he just said that she was, but the piece of me that feared for years that she wasn’t has to hear it one more time.

  “Good, Tami, she works as a receptionist and has a good life,” he nods, reassuring me. “When you are ready, I will take you to see her, if that is what you want?”

  “Thank you. God, I just-” I pause waiting for my mind to catch up. “I can let go of the guilt now, but I don’t know if I can see her yet.” Dropping the papers on the bed, I get up and hug Solo to my body.

  He wraps his arms around me. “I will never let you live with pain or guilt. You know what, though? We have a beach waiting for us. Get your bathing suit and an overnight bag. It’s time we hit the road.”

  “Yeah, a beach and all the sunshine,” the smile creeps up my face with every word. I push the worries away, knowing that I will have the time to sort through and adjust to all the changes later. A day in the sun sounds perfect, and, hurriedly, I grab all the things I need. Before I know it, we are on his bike and on our way.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  The house in Tahoe is beautiful. It’s not a huge home, but it is right on the water. I take a few moments to walk around the rooms of the quaint log cabin, soaking it all in. He asked Vegas for the keys to her parents’ house and we’ll be spending the next two days here.

  After we brought our stuff in, we both couldn’t wait to get outside. And that’s where I’m currently lying on my stomach on a beach towel. Behind the house, there’s a private beach which is where we’ve spent the past several hours, soaking up the sun.

  Solo’s hand unties the string of my yellow bikini top. He rubs more sunscreen into the skin of my back while massaging my muscles down to my ass and then toes. I don’t move an inch because his hands on my body feel perfect. The hot August sun seeps in, with the relaxing sounds of the water in the distance. That is until I hear a car door slamming and then the roar of bikes thundering up the road. Anxiety races through me and I start panicking as voices get closer.

  I fumble with clumsy fingers, trying to ti
e the strings of the bathing suit back together behind my back. While I’m stuck face down. “Damn it, help me!” Solo laughs at me and helps me tie them just before Axl and Dana come through the back doors of the house.

  My face reddens because Axl almost caught me topless. Well, not completely, but you get the picture here. However, Solo is sitting next to me, cool as the lake’s water, in his swimming trunks, like no big deal. Dana eyes me knowingly, like she’s catching on to the look on my face. She smirks but tries really hard not to make a big deal about it, thank God.

  “Nice out here,” Axl says and whips his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it over to Dana. She rolls her eyes and stuffs it in a beach bag.

  “Happy birthday, Tami,” she smiles at me. “Surprise! We are throwing you a party up here for your birthday, then, later, we are hitting the casinos.” She looks over to Axl who’s made himself comfortable right next to us, taking a drink out of the little cooler.

  “Yeah, what Princess said, happy birthday.” She shakes her head at Axl and sits next to him on a blanket that she brought.

  “He’s an idiot. Don’t mind him, it’s really your day. We are going to BBQ and chill a bit.”

  “Princess, the king is here, it’s always about the king. Sorry, Tami, you have to find a way to be royalty, not just for your birthday, that doesn’t count. But I can dub you a princess for the day. Sound good?”

  “Sure, Axl, gee, I waited my whole life for this gift from you.”

  “I know, I’ve never offered this to anyone. You should feel special. I dub you Princess Tami.” Axl holds up his water and crosses it over my body.

  “I feel like I’ve been blessed by Evian water and not dubbed of anything,” I grumble.

  “Axl,” Dana shakes with laughter, “Stop.”

  He winks at her and continues to act like the king of his world. Soon, the beach is filled everyone but Vegas and Blade since she just had the twins.