Loved Forever - Tattooed Brides

One

Isaac Miller

Retiring from active duty and joining the reserves was an easy decision. What wasn’t so easy was leaving the war behind. Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat, remembering. Remembering the things that I had to do, the people that I had to kill, the bombs I had to defuse. Sometimes, it’s all too much, but there’s always hope. Hope comes to me today in the form of Abigail Hanson. I just met her, less than an hour ago, but tell that to my heart. I am taking my sweet ass time tattooing her perfect, smooth skin with the tiny cherries she requested. I bet she is ready to be plucked by me.

She is thick, curvy, and good God is she voluptuous. She got an ass for days. The kind of ass you want to grab on to while fucking her from behind. I bet she’s as soft as she looks too. All I want to do is bury myself deep inside of her, leaving a part of me behind. I should be concentrating on the tattoo that I am giving her, but I can’t. She’s making it too hard, well me hard to be honest.

Have you ever fallen in love with someone instantly? Someone who at first glance, turns your head, but it’s her kindness and the very way she moves, speaks, and just… is, makes her the most beautiful woman in the world inside and out. That’s Abigail Hanson. Don’t ask me how I know that, I just do. Like I know how to breathe. It’s instinct. Primal. Her dark hair and dark eyes make her look like she is up to something, but I know better.

I am ready to settle down and it has to be her. It’s an intense feeling that I have never had before. Being in the Army and raising Cora didn’t leave any time for women. I last had a girlfriend in high school, but she broke up with me when I joined up, not that it was ever going to last. That was damn near fifteen years ago now. Time fucking flies when you’re too busy to notice.

My childhood wasn’t the best, to say the least. I grew up in Macon, about two and a half hours from Savannah, where I lay my head now. My father was an abusive, abrasive drunk who didn’t work, and my mother was a fucking saint. She worked four jobs to keep my sister, Cora, and I clothed and fed. She also worked to keep my father drunk. He was mean drunk but meaner without it. They are both gone now. Dad died in a drunk driving accident where surprisingly, he wasn’t the one drunk. I was thirteen at the time. My mom died of cancer when I was eighteen. Either she kept her diagnosis a secret, or it happened so fast she didn’t have time to make any arrangements. I had just joined the Army and there was no one left to take care of five-year-old Cora. So, I worked out a deal with the Army to help me hire a live-in nanny for when I had to be gone. They are very accommodating when you have dependents. Cora is nineteen now and goes to Princeton. Somehow, I managed to not screw her up, thankfully.

Which leads me back to settling down with the girl of my dreams. Abigail makes me feel things that I didn’t know that I could, and it’s only been a fucking hour. Yeah, it’s crazy, but I don’t care. When you know, you know. I can’t imagine what I’ll be feeling when she’s mine.

“Can I take you out to dinner tonight, Abigail?” I ask, smoothing petroleum ointment over her new ink. The tattoo is so small, that at this point I am just fondling her, but my hands on her skin feels right and she isn’t stopping me.

“Uh, sure. Tonight?” she asks, looking up at me. Fuck, her dark green eyes are shiny emeralds that I swear are staring into my soul.

“Yeah, tonight. I’d take you out now if I could,” I tell her.

“Oh, sure. What time?” Her breathing is rapid. She is not unaffected by my touch.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” I tell her.

“Sounds good.” Eventually, I stop rubbing her down and pull her shirt back down. Before she goes, she jots down her phone number and address.

“See you then,” I tell her.

“Later,” she says, giving me a sexy smile as she flits out the door with her friends.

I wonder what the hell I am going to do for three hours until I can pick her up. I decide to stay at work. I don’t have any other appointments today, but maybe I can pick up another walk-in.

This job is ideal for me since Felicity lets me pretty much come and go as needed. Being in the reserves, I have training scenarios all the time and she is super lenient, which is exactly what I need. Despite having worked here for over two years, I am not close with any of my coworkers due to being gone all the damn time. I learned to do tattoos when I was a teenager. There was a shop right around the corner for where we lived in Macon and Big Sal taught me everything I know. He also paid me to keep the shop in tiptop shape, which in turn I gave to my mom. It was the right thing to do for my family. I step out front for a breath of fresh air. My station smells like Abigail’s perfume and I can’t be in there right now. I’m liable to get drunk. It’s so intoxicating.