Chapter 28
28
Anchor – Two Weeks Later
“You're so gentle with me,” Amy rasps above me. I nod nonchalantly, ignoring her eyes as I gently move my ink gun along the skin on her upper inner thigh.
She’s been sitting here for twenty minutes, and so far, she hasn’t shut the fuck up, continuously trying to get my attention, has been since she walked into the fucking shop, not taking the fucking hint when I don’t talk back. My mind is on my wife like it is always.
We’ve been back from Texas for a week, and I must admit, being away, just her and I on the open road, was more than amazing. We grew closer, and she was open with me. The pain in her eyes was gone, she laughed with the Devils MC, especially with Tech, due to the fact they had already met…and our nights—fuck me.
There wasn’t a second during the night that I wasn’t inside her, even asleep; my dick was where it belonged until I slowly woke her up, thrusting.
It was fucking perfect.
I’m not sure what happened in the gas station on the way to Texas, but one moment, she was hesitant, and the next, she wrapped herself in my arms, declaring her love. Come to think of it, I still need to ask her about that.
“Mm, that’s a sensitive spot, Anchor,” Amy whispers as she opens her legs further, showing her lace panties, and I roll my eyes.
The bitch tried sitting down without any on. As soon as she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt with ginger pubes, proving her blonde hair is dyed. I threatened to kick her out until she put some on.
The only cunt I want to see is my wife’s, and preferably with my cock deep inside her….
I color in the wing of the butterfly as my mind goes back to our last night in Texas, and a small smile stretches across my face because, yes, I got my fucking wish, and I fucked my wife on my bike….
“Where are we?” Heaven asks as she passes me her helmet and looks at the view of the city, a spot Snake mentioned to me this morning, the lights shining in the sky, and I take her in.
Her white blonde hair is curled down her back, her light blue dress hugging her upper body, flaring at the knees, the Property of Anchor large on the back of her cut, something I’ve ensured she’s worn every fucking day.
She looks fucking beautiful, especially with the cowgirl boots she bought yesterday with my card, which made me fucking proud that she used it, with a little pushing from the Devils’ old ladies.
“Snake suggested it…. Do you like it?” I ask as I climb off my bike and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, pressing my face into her neck, and breathing deeply.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, leaning back against me, and everything in me relaxes.
I tighten my grip around her waist and whisper, “You’re beautiful and fucking worth it.”
I don’t know how long we stand here for, all I know is I’m so fucking content, and I don’t want to move, but it’s gotten colder, and I need to take my girl back to the motel.
Sighing, I murmur, “It’s getting cold, Angel. Let’s get going.”
She nods, but instead of moving out of my hold, she turns in my arms and grips my cut, her eyes racing between mine.
“Promise me something,” she demands, and I tilt my head.
“Anything for you,” I swear.
She licks her bottom lip and whispers, “Promise me you’ll bring me back, that we’ll have more moments like this." My heart races, her words hitting me right in the gut. "Promise me you’ll take Micha away on little trips like this…promise me you’ll put us first.”
I cup her cheek, and promise, “I will always put you and our children first. I swear I will bring you on more trips like this, and treat you like you deserve.”
She nods, her eyes tearing up as she rasps, “I’ll hold you to that,” and I slam my lips down on hers, needing to taste her, especially realizing I’m winning her back.
Our tongues instantly clash, and without thinking much about our surroundings, my hands go to her ass, and I lift her as if second nature. My wife wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us back to my bike.
When close, I sit her ass on the bike, and her hands go to my jeans, undoing them, before she pulls my rock-hard cock out, making me moan into her mouth. As she gently squeezes it and then twists, I lose control like I hadn’t fucked her this morning. Twice.
Reaching between her legs, I grip her panties and pull them hard, tearing them from her body, before shoving the fabric in my jeans pocket. I knock her hand out of the way and grab my dick, squeezing it tightly, then place the tip at her entrance before thrusting forward hard.
She gasps against my mouth, moaning, but I swallow it just in case someone is close by, not wanting anyone to hear my wife.
I thrust my hips hard and fast, my bike wobbling with the motion, but I don’t stop, instead I kiss her harder, my dream of exactly this coming true.
I feel my spine tingle, my balls tightening, and I know I want to come, but I won’t until she does.
Without breaking the kiss, I reach between us and squeeze her clit, causing her to tense as her walls squeeze me tight, and her pussy gushes between us, squirting all over my cock. I swallow her screams as her orgasm takes her, and as soon as her walls flutter and her orgasm ebbs away, I finally let loose. My balls tighten to the point of pain before I burst and fill her up with my cum, painting her walls, and groaning into her mouth.
I move my hips until nothing is left, bottoming out, deep inside her. I slow the kiss before breaking it, pressing my forehead against hers as she grips my cut.
I take her in, my eyes looking over her swollen, kissable lips, and rosy cheeks.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I breathe heavily and rasp, “I need to get you back to the motel; I need to be in you all night if I’ve got to ride with you behind me all day tomorrow.”
She giggles, gripping my cut tighter, and that sound, God, how I’ve missed it.
My eyes race between hers, and I whisper, “I love you, Heaven, and I promise you that everything will be okay from now on.”
Her eyes water, and she nods before pressing her lips against mine.
“I think I want little butterflies going up my thighs,” Amy says, bringing me out of my head, and I sigh.
She knows once a tat is decided, we won’t add on, especially not toward her fucking cunt. Where I’m tatting is close enough in my book.
The last thing I need is to take twenty fucking steps back with my wife.
For the first time in over ten years, I have hope that we’ll make it, I have fucking hope that I’ve finally got her back.
She’s in my bed every night, my dick deep inside her. Every morning, after I wake her up with my mouth over her cunt, we take a shower together, then we have breakfast as a family, before I take Micha to school.
She’s still working at Jimmy’s Girls, and I can’t seem to convince her to quit. But she’s letting me in. She’s making the log house her home, adding her touches.
It’s something I’ve fucking wished for, and now that I have it, I’m terrified I’m going to lose it because I know she still doesn’t trust me fully, and tatting near this bitch’s cunt will not do me any favors.
“Amy, you’ve already signed your waiver. If you want another tattoo, you need to book again, but if you want one that high up, book Art or Bulldozer,” I state as I finish wiping over her tattoo. “Now, before you sat down, I gave you instructions on how to care for your tattoo and went through them point by point, and you must keep to it. The last thing you want is an infection,” I continue as I grab the Vaseline and gently, with my gloved fingers, I wipe over the butterfly, but as soon as I remove my hand, she grabs her panties and pulls them to the side, showing me her pussy a fucking gain. Anger takes hold as I stand up and take a step back, glaring at her.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, baby; we both know you’ll give in sooner or later, especially if I show you how wet I am,” she crows.
I scoff. “You delusional little—” But I’m cut off when a voice behind me that normally relaxes my whole body says, “Sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to know if you’d like a dinner date tonight at the diner,” and everything in me tenses.
Slowly, I turn and find my wife, with anger in her eyes, standing with my son, who’s glaring at Amy. Panic hits when she won’t look at me.
These past two weeks have been fucking amazing; we’ve been us again—no, better than us, we’ve been fucking complete, and we were getting somewhere….
I swear to fuck, if this bitch has put us back, I’m slicing her throat.
“Seriously, you’re scowling at me for interrupting your flirting with my husband when our son wants to go for burgers?” Heaven says as she crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at Amy, and our son grins wide at his mother’s snappy tone, but all I can focus on is the way her flowy, light blue top shows her cleavage when she crosses her arms like that, cleavage I’d really love to suck and lick right now.
My dick twitches, and I wince.
Fuck, down, boy, I mutter in my head as the stupid girl on my chair states, “He’s not wearing a wedding ring!”
Heaven snorts and nods to my hand, stating, “One, he’s wearing gloves, and two, if you’d pay better attention before he put them on, you’d notice he has a black ring tattooed around his finger, and you’d also notice my name on his forearm, and on his collar bone is our son’s name. Now, do me a favor and get your ass off my husband's chair, pay your bill, and fuck off before I break your nose!”
Yep, no stopping my cock now because, fuck me, that was hot….
I clear my throat as I remove my gloves and walk to my family in the doorway. I press a kiss against my son’s head before I gently grab my wife’s chin and tilt her head my way. I smile and slowly place one, two, three pecks against her lips until her eyes soften.
Kissing her lips one more time, I shout out my door, “Art,” and a few seconds later he opens his door and raises a brow.
He grins, seeing my wife and son, but soon scowls when I state, “A client propositioned me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Can you do me a favor and see Amy out after collecting her bill? Please go over her care for her tattoo. I have once, but….”
I trail off, and he nods, understanding; I didn’t do it in front of the cameras.
I step out of the way for Art to enter, pulling my wife into my arms as I do, her back to my chest, then watch as Art raises a brow at Amy, who still has her legs spread, and he snaps, “There’s a fucking eleven year old right here, you stupid bitch, get out now!” then grabs her arm before dragging her off the chair and out of the room, giving Micha a high five on the way.
I chuckle.
Art has wormed his way into his spot as one of his favorite uncles, much to Steal’s dismay, but the fucker did buy him a dirt bike for his birthday three days ago.
Once they’re out of sight, I move my wife, turn her in my arms, and smile with relief, seeing no anger directed at me.
“Burgers, huh?” I ask, and she grins.
“Burgers,” she confirms, and I nod, pressing my lips against hers.
“That sounds good; I’m starved,” I reply. “Let me just clean up the chair and shit.”
She nods and goes to her tiptoes, kissing my lips. She moves further into my room, straight to my art book full of sketches of her, while my son grabs the wipes, and I grin.
I could really fucking get used to this, I just hope I never lose it again.
Heaven side-eyes me and grins, and everything in me settles, and deep down, I know we’ll make it.