17. SIN
Tiff: Fuck.
Me: Lol, what is it? It’s early for you, isn’t it?
Tiff: I think this is what morning sickness feels like. Either that or I ate something bad last night.
Me: What did you eat?
Tiff: A sandwich. I wasn’t very hungry. After the way things went down at the clubhouse? Yikes, no way was I ready to eat. I only had the sandwich because Lily said I had to.
Me: She’s going to be a tyrant through this pregnancy, isn’t she?
Tiff: Lol, yeah, I think so.
Tiff: TBH, I’m going to let her be. Maybe if she uses me as a project, it will help her.
Tiff: Did you know about her dad? Luke?
Me: No, but I shot the shit with the guys last night. They kept me in the loop. I’m sorry, love.
Me: I knew about the women, but not about what they did to her.
Tiff: I’m ashamed of myself for not spotting the signs.
Me: Don’t be nuts. You weren’t born a therapist.
Tiff: She’s my best friend. Christ, we’re like sisters. But she was being abused for all that time, and I never picked up on it?
Me: You were a kid for most of that time, angel. Stop being so hard on yourself.
Tiff: Easier said than done.
Me: Ain’t that the story of everyone’s life.
Tiff: True.
Me: How did yesterday go, anyway? You wouldn’t really talk about it last night.
Tiff: Badly. But good too.
Tiff: I never expected for Lily to admit what she did, but when she opened up? The others let her in. It was touching. Sad, but beautiful.
Me: I hate that fucker.
Tiff: Me too. I wish he was dead like Luke.
Me: It’s something to think about.
Tiff: It is?
Me: You’re in a whole other world now, babe. Just leave it to us.
Tiff: Shit. Right. Yeah.
Me: You scared?
Tiff: No.
Tiff: I just realized something is all.
Me: What?
Tiff: Our kid will be one of you.
Me: You will be soon too.
Tiff: I guess.
Me: Lol. Don’t turn snooty on me now.
Tiff: I’ve seen what goes down in that bar, Sin.
Me: Can’t judge the whole club on that. We’re a family, you know that. We protect each other. That’s what matters.
Tiff: You also fuck each other.
Me: Lol. Clubwhores are a different thing.
Tiff: Will you still sleep with them?
Me: I’m surprised you asked.
Tiff: Why?
Me: Because if you’d asked me and I was home already, I’d spank you for that.
Tiff: Oooh, did I make you mad?
Me: You know you did.
Me: Ain’t fucked anyone since the last time I slid into that delicious cunt of yours.
Tiff: I really shouldn’t like it when you get all gruff on me.
Me: Gruff’s one way of phrasing it.
Me: Pissed is another.
Tiff: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.
Me: No, you never do.
Me: I’m gonna go.
Tiff: No! Sin! Please don’t.
Two hours later
Me: I’m on the road. We should be back for three.
Tiff: Are you still mad at me?
Me: Disappointed.
Me: Did you fuck someone while I was gone?
Tiff: Holy shit! Is that why you’re mad?
Me: Maybe. If you think I’m fucking anything that moves, maybe that’s you projecting it onto me.
Tiff: Fuck that. I’m not a cheater.
Me: Neither the hell am I.
Tiff: You’ve gone to a place you might have been stuck in forever. I wasn’t sure what was going on with us.
Me: I was always either going to get my ass home or bring you down here.
Tiff: What?!
Me: You read that right.
Tiff: Well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Sin, I’m not the only one who’s shit at communicating. You never said dick about me moving to Ohio.
Me: Because I didn’t think you’d be open to the idea, but if my plans didn’t work, I wouldn’t have let you get away.
Tiff: Fuck, is it bad that I like that?
Me: Why is that bad?
Tiff: I’m supposed to be a feminist.
Me: Lol.
Tiff: It isn’t funny!
Me: You want me to go caveman on you?
Tiff: Maybe. *gulps* What does that involve?
Me: Probably what you’re already used to. My dick is so ready to slide home, angel.
Tiff: Oh.
Tiff: Shit.
Tiff: Why do you always say that kind of thing?
Me: That a complaint?
Tiff: No, but now I’m horny. And I thought you were mad at me, so my body’s all restless.
Me: Lol. I’ll settle your body the second I get back. And I WAS mad at you. Let’s not beat around the fucking bush, angel.
Tiff: I’d never cheat on you.
Tiff: Ever.
Tiff: But my life, my world, is different than yours. Yours has women who’ll service you and won’t even care if you’re married or not.
Me: I can’t argue with that, because you’re right, but it’s down to each man to say no, isn’t it?
Tiff: Yeah, it is.
Tiff: But you can’t blame me for being nervous.
Me: Yeah, I can. If you think you’re not special to me, then that’s an issue. Like I said, I’ll be home soon, and we can sort things out then.
Tiff: Should I be scared?
Me: Lol, your pussy should. My cock is aching something fierce.
Tiff: God, when will you get here?
Me: ASAP, doll.
Tiff: Thank fuck.
Me: I missed you.
Tiff: You already know I missed you. I did. I’m not good at talking about this stuff, but I’ll get better with time. If you want to hear it that is.
Me: Of course I do.
Me: I have to go, the guys are calling me, but I want you to know something.
Tiff: Sure. What is it?
Me: I was married before. Back when I was new to the Forces. It didn’t last.
Tiff: Oh. Christ. You were married?
Tiff: Why didn’t it last?
Me: Got back from deployment, my first one, and she’d been cheating on me.
Tiff: Shit. Sorry, Sin. Even if I’m glad you’re not with her anymore and you’re mine.
Me: Does my heart good to know you think that way, angel.
Tiff: I won’t do that to you. I’m not like that.
Me: I hope you’re not.
Me: I don’t intend on letting you get away from me, Tiff.
Me: But I won’t be like Storm. He’s a dumbass. Lost his woman and his kid over it, so I’m going to be straight up with you.
Me: If a clubwhore comes on to me? I’ll tell you, because they’re catty bitches and they’ll share it either way. When I tell you, I don’t want you fucking thinking about whether I’m telling the full truth or not. You hear me?
Tiff: I hear you.
Me: Good. I’ll be honest with you, and I expect the same in return.
Tiff: You’ll get that. But I don’t think I have to worry. I’m dating a nasty biker. I think I have a big fat ‘no entry’ sign on my forehead coming my way.
Me: Lol. Yeah, but still, there’s always a way to lie to people.
Me: I don’t want that with you.
Tiff: I don’t want that either.
Tiff: I’m sorry I made you worry.
Me: Yeah, you did. I thought you weren’t like that—then you were weird this morning.
Me: I’ll be so fucking glad when the only reason I have to text you is to ask you to pick up something from the store or to tell you when I’ll be home.
Me: I want to be able to fucking look you in the eye when we talk about important shit.
Tiff: I suggested vid calls back in the day.
Me: No privacy. Not letting anyone catch a glimpse of you.
Tiff: You’re a lot more possessive than I thought you were.
Me: That going to be a problem? If it is, say so now because I’m only just getting started.
Tiff: It’s not a problem.
Tiff: But hurry home, yeah?
*Picture received*
Me: Fuck. I want those juices all over my fucking mouth.
Me: Get you hot thinking about me being all possessive over you?
Tiff: Yeah, it did. It really DOES.
Tiff: Sin?
Me: Yeah, baby.
Tiff: Be safe?
Me: Got someone to worry about and someone who worries about me now, angel. I’ll always be safe.