Chapter Ten
Tombstone
Fuck. Fuck. Motherfuckin’ fuck.
I gotta admit sex with Sutton just now is the best I’ve ever had, and I mean ever had my entire life. Pulling outta my woman’s delectably warm pussy, I set her back on her feet and wrap my fingers in the wet strands of her hair as I hold her gaze.
“Let’s get you cleaned, or else we’ll be late for my surprise,” I say, leaning in to brush my lips against hers once more.
“I’m not really one for surprises,” she whispers, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You’ll like this one, I promise,” I say, giving her my patented smirk.
I’ve done a lot of research and spoke with an expert, as well as Sutton’s therapist, Mollie, to get their advice. Once I felt she was ready, I'd set everything in motion.
With Christmas right around the corner and wanting things to be special for Sutton, I have quite a few things in store for her. Some of which Stella and Ivy are helping me out with. I intend to prove to her how much she means not only to me but to those who see her as family.
Shutting the water off, I reach out and grab a towel from the rack, using it to wrap around Sutton’s sensual body. If I had more time, I’d be taking her to bed and ravishing her again. I’ll make sure to do that later tonight after we’ve had our talk. We’d finally be sleeping in the same bed. Over the last couple of months, I’d been giving her the time she needed to heal, but at the same time, slowly interjecting myself where I want to be.
Sutton remains quiet as the two of us dry off and get out. I give her the time she needs to get dressed and ready to go. I’ve learned a lot about my woman recently, and it surprises me how different she is from what I thought I knew. She might not be completely recovered, but now that she’s got it in her mind to get through this, she’s been working hard. And this afternoon is all about showing her how proud I am of her.
“I’m ready,” Sutton announces, coming out of the bathroom having finished drying her hair.
“Great, now come here and turn around,” I command, already having a hair tie in my hand.
Doing as I say, she allows me to braid her hair. “How do you know how to braid a woman’s hair?”
I knew she’d ask me that, and tonight, I intend to finally talk to her about Ronaele and my past. Shit, I would even tell her about Rissa and her son.
“I’ll tell you after dinner,” I inform her, finishing her braid and shifting her around, wrapping my arms around her waist. I press a kiss to her forehead and meet her gaze. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, and we’ll start that tonight, but I want you to know, what we did . . . in the shower . . . it meant something to me. Hell, it means a fuckin’ lot to me. I fucked up for months with you, because of my own shit. But no more, Sutton. I’m not wasting any more time where you’re concerned. Told you in the hospital, told you when I first got you back. We’re in this together, and I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”
Sutton pulls that bottom lip of hers between her teeth, and my gaze lowers to watch. Don’t know what it is, but that simple act always sends a jolt of lust straight to my dick.
“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine, as well?” she asks after a long moment of me staring at her full lips.
Quirking the corner of my mouth, I lift my gaze to find her studying me with an inquisitive expression. Like she’s waiting for me to reject her. “Bambina, you don’t even have to ask. In the time we’ve been fuckin’, there’s only one pussy my cock has been deep inside of. Sutton, you own my damn dick as it is. So yeah, I’m yours. I’ve just been too blinded by the past to admit it.” Bringing her flush against my chest, I lower my mouth to hers and groan as Sutton parts her lips allowing me entrance. My cock throbs in its confinements. Reluctantly, I lift my head, breaking the kiss and leaving Sutton whimpering for more. I press one more to the tip of her nose and step back. “Come on, we better go before we’re late for your surprise, and we don’t want that.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she whispers not so quietly.
Chuckling, I shake my head as I take her hand in mine and pull her from the room. “You say that now. Wait until we get there, and you find out what it is.”
Huffing, Sutton pouts, making me wish I could thrust between those pouty lips of hers.
Fuckin’ hell. It’s gonna be one long-ass day if I don’t get my mind out of the damn gutter.
Sutton
Riding on the bike behind Tombstone is one of my favorite things to do. Being on the bike, in general, is simply freeing. I’m not even bothered by the slight chill in the air. It just means winter is right around the corner.
Tombstone speeds down the highway, heading north up toward Tyler, and my mind is trying to figure out what he’s planning. What could he have put together as a surprise for me?
I really do hate surprises. Only because every one of them that I’d received in my life has been horrible. My mother marrying my stepfather was one of them. I shudder to think of the other surprises that came from my mom. It’s a good thing I don’t speak to her or her husband. They thankfully moved down close to Austin years ago after Chad was sent to prison, and neither of them has tried to contact me.
By the time Tombstone comes to a stop, I’m grateful to get out of my own thoughts that are trying to pull me to the darkness of my past. I hate thinking about Chad or my mother. It’s a sore subject, but I know I’ll have to talk to Tombstone about it one day soon. It’s not right to keep my past from him, especially when he’s going to finally tell me about his own tonight.
“Hop off, Bambina,” Tombstone commands, tapping my boot-covered calf.
Nodding, I swing my leg over and stand, straightening myself. Pulling my hoodie back in place, I scan the area, surprised by where he’s brought me.
Scarlet Lights Tattoo Parlor.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, furrowing my brow in confusion.
“Come on, I’ll tell you inside.” He grins, taking my hand and starting for the front door. A bell rings over the door as we step inside, announcing our arrival. A woman pops her head around the corner and gives the two of us a smile. Her eyes go from Tombstone to me, and they brighten even more.
“Well, Tombstone, I have to say, I’m surprised you’d be able to get a hot bitch like this one with that ugly mug of yours.” She giggles, stepping fully into the room, holding out her hand to Tombstone.
“What can I say? I’ve got charm.” Tombstone snorts, shaking what the woman offers. “Good to see you, Sasha.”
“Same, man,” Sasha says and turns her focus to me, offering her hand to me. “I’m Sasha, a friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire to the club.”
“Um, nice to meet you, Sasha. I’m Sutton,” I murmur somewhat shyly.
“I know who you are. Now come on, let’s get back to my station, and we’ll get started,” Sasha states, still holding my hand and tugging me along with her, calling out over her shoulder. “Tombstone, Devin will be with you soon. He’s just getting ready. He got in five minutes before you guys got here.”