She’s quiet for a moment, and I’m glad she can’t move away. “I don’t think I’d like it as much without you here,” she finally says, her voice lilting with sadness.
I wipe ink and blood off her back again before answering her. “I could come back on the weekends. It’s not too far. Maybe not every weekend, depending on what I’ve got going on. Think about it for a while.”
What I really want is to take her home with me, but I have no idea how I will keep her from finding out about the accident and the band and every-fucking-thing else in my life that I’m not ready for her to know. If she stayed here, and I just came on weekends, I could keep her isolated from the rest of my life and not drag her into all that shit.
That is, if she even wants to see me after our time here. I can’t stop myself from just assuming that this is going to continue. I’ve never thought of a woman as a long-term fixture before. They all had an expiration date. But with Tabitha, the more I’m with her, the more I don’t want it to end.
“Do you have a job?” I ask her casually, even though I already know the answer.
She blows out an exasperated breath. “I quit my job after Nick passed away. I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. I couldn’t get out of bed most days, and when I did actually go in, I couldn’t interact with the people there at all. I was a mess. I spent most of the day in the bathroom crying. They would have fired me eventually.” She sighs. “I had a long talk with my boss, and she agreed to say the company laid me off so I could collect unemployment for a few months while I tried to get out of the depression I was in.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry about all that. What did you do for work?”
“I was just a receptionist. Nothing exciting.”
I frown at the back of her head. “Don’t say it like that. At least you had a job, and I’m sure you were great at it. You have a really sweet voice and a fuckin’ gorgeous smile. That’s what people want to hear and see.”
“Well, thanks. It’s not really what I wanted to do with my life.”
I pull off my gloves and put my hands on her bare shoulders. “Let’s take a break. Turn around.”
Turning towards me, she stretches her arms out and above her head, her naked breasts lifting up perfectly. Impulsively, I lean forward and plant a kiss between them.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy sitting like that; I forgot what I was going to say.”
She smiles sheepishly. “Was ramming involved?”
“Surprisingly, no. I wanted to ask you what you want to do for work.”
“Hmm. My passion is photography.” Just saying the words makes her smile, and her eyes light up. “So, I guess in a perfect world, I would love to be able to take photos, do theme shoots, sell my photos, and maybe have a photo book published. I really love artistic shoots.”
“Then that’s what you should do.”
“I wish, but it takes a while to get to a point to actually make any money. If ever! Nick and I talked about it, but I guess I have to agree with what he said; it’s a nice hobby but not something I could really ever make money doing.”
I really want to say that Nick is a douche dream-killer, but I hold back so I don’t upset her. Maybe he was just trying to be realistic.
I line up more ink cups on the table. “I think we all need to chase our dreams if we can. I was a struggling artist for a long time, playing my bass for shit money and tattooing, living in the friggin’ ghetto. Then one day, my life changed.”
She tilts her head, her blond hair falling down over her breasts. “What happened?”
“I got a letter from someone claiming to be my grandmother. I had no idea who this woman was. My father bailed when I was like, about four years old, and my mother was a junkie. I was adopted by another couple when I was five, but they weren’t good parents. I had no one. Then I get this letter from someone claiming to be my father’s mother, and she wants to meet me. She claimed she had no idea I even existed until a few weeks before she wrote the letter.”
“Wow … what did you do? When was this?”
I shake my hair out of my face and start to fill the tiny cups with ink. “I ignored it. This was six years ago. I basically said fuck it. Like, where the hell was she when I was getting the shit beat out of me by my adoptive father? So, about two months later, this little tiny old lady shows up at my door. I was hung-over, and I had some nameless chick in my bed, so I told this old lady to just leave.” The memory is still so vivid in my mind that it makes me laugh remembering the face Gram made and what she did next. “I tried to shut the door and she stopped it with her foot and barged right into my shitty apartment. She yanked the girl out of my bed and pretty much threw her out, ordered me to take a shower, and threw out all my weed and booze while I was in there.”
“Holy shit!”
“No kidding. I was mad as hell. But like, she’s maybe five feet tall and pushing ninety. What could I do?”
She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God. What did you do?”
“I sat there and was like, what the hell do you want? And she told me that she was my grandmother, my father’s mother, but she never knew about me until recently. Apparently, my father was a pretty famous musician when he was younger, which I didn’t even know, and he was an asshole. I guess he was screwing women left and right and then disappearing if they got pregnant. Same shit happened to my brother, Lukas. No one knew about him either. Gram found out about us at the same time and hired a private detective to find both of us. I guess she hadn’t talked to my father in years due to some shit that went down.”
“Yikes!”
“So, she tells me that my grandfather passed away recently and he was filthy rich and she wanted to make sure all her grandchildren got their inheritance. Including the ones that her son threw away.”
Her eyes go big, and she hangs her mouth open. “What! Seriously?”
“No lie, baby. Five mill later and suddenly I’ve got a brother, a grandmother, a bunch of cousins, and an aunt and uncle. And the wild part is, they actually wanted us to be part of the family. I didn’t even want the money. I said no. But Gram kept insisting, and she kept showing up at my place, and finally dragged me to her lawyer’s office, and then to her house. It was some fucking crazy shit. It changed my life. Me and Lukas hung out and got to talking, found out we both were kick-ass tattoo artists. We put some of our money together and opened a shop. Then I got in the band, and I bought these two houses, blah, blah, blah. The rest is history, I guess.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have mentioned the band. Too late now. Hopefully she won’t question me about it, and if she does, fuck it.
She’s sitting there with wide eyes, mouth dropped open, just staring at me in awe. “Vandal. Wow. That’s all so … unbelievable.”
“Yeah. It is. Still kinda surreal to me. Gram is awesome, though. She makes the best fucking cookies; they’re like crack and can fix any bad mood or drama.”
“She sounds amazing. Maybe I can meet her someday?” she asks cautiously, and I know what she’s asking is more than just wanting to meet my grandmother. She’s trying to see if I’m going to keep her around and if I like her enough to bring her around my family. I’ve never done that, though. I’ve never brought any chick around my friends or family. Yeah, sometimes if I had something going with a girl they would come to concerts to hear me play, or be hanging around my place sometimes, but I never actually wanted any of them to meet my family. I had no interest in any of that. What scares me is that I can see Tabitha talking to Gram— drinking tea and eating cookies in the kitchen with her like I’ve seen Evie do.
Do I want to be like Storm? Having a girl with me all the time? Being part of my family? Holding my hand and being all smiley and cutesy and disappearing in dark corners together?
No.
I want the evil twin version of that. I want what I’ve been fantasizing about for years. I want a live-in sub who gives herself to me whenever I want or need her. I want her to only want me, o
nly need me, and be bound to me forever. I want her to trust me without question or hesitation, and accept me no matter what. I want her to be open to all the dark and deviant things I want to do with her and want them as much as I do. I want her to be on her knees, bent over, begging, gagging, and ravished by me and still want more. And after all that, yeah … I want her to adore me, be by my side, and maybe even love me. I want to never feel alone and abandoned again. And if she can give me all that? I’d love the fucking hell out of her and let her sit and eat cookies with Gram as much as she wants.
“Can we keep going?” she asks, her voice subdued. “I can’t wait to see it.” She turns her back to me so I can continue her tattoo.
She never got an answer to her question, but I let it stay that way, hanging between us. Fuck. I hate this black cloud that’s hanging over us, waiting to explode into a tornado of lies, deceit, and grief.
We are a ticking time bomb. Not even Gram and her cookies can fix this shit.
Tabitha
Two weeks. Fourteen days. No matter how I think of it, I can’t grasp that in such a short amount of time, my life has changed in ways I never could have imagined. I am so immersed in Vandal that I can barely remember him not being part of me. He is a drug that I cannot get enough of. A little is never enough; I always need and want more.
When he’s not touching me, all I can think about is when he will touch me again. Making him smile has become a daily goal for me. While once all I wanted was to sleep, now I don’t want to sleep unless I am in his arms.
Like now. I have just woken up, my back against his chest, his arm tight around me, our hands linked and curled at my breast, our naked bodies spooned tightly against each other perfectly. I move slightly and he moves with me, his cock already hard and pressing against my ass. He slips his hand out of mine and slides it across my stomach and up over my hip, then down to my thigh, lifting my leg up and back over his. He raises his head off the pillow and sinks into my neck, his lips warm and moist, as he slides his cock into me slowly from behind. My body instinctively arches back to curve to his, opening up to him. He lifts my leg further, and I roll forward just a little, angling my ass up to meet his thrusts. We are one perfect fluid movement, completely in sync with each other’s bodies. I have never felt such an intense physical and emotional closeness to someone as this.