Chapter 30
Trigger
“Thank you, brother,” Anchor says as I hand him the new shift schedule for Rebel’s Honeys employees, and I grunt eyeing the fucker who looks tired.
He hasn’t been the same since he broke up with his girlfriend nearly two years ago.
“No problem,” I mutter as I round the tattoo shop desk, the shop thankfully now closed for the evening.
His printer fucked up, and I was closer than the clubhouse when he called, asking if I was still at the shop, which I was, finishing up with a client, half his full back piece completed.
My back fucking hurts, I’m hungry, and I have the urge to get my ass to the hospital even though Dad has ordered me to go home because apparently Ash will be meeting me there.
“Did your dad mention what he and Ash spoke about?” Anchor asks with concern, and I shake my head.
When Dad called while I was printing the papers for Anchor, he said he and Ash had spoken and that I had to go home —that she wanted to talk to me. Which, considering she has barely said two words to me in three fucking weeks, is a little disheartening.
If she’s going to tell me she’s leaving me, then shit will hit the fan.
It’s time she realized I won’t let her go if she hasn’t realized it in the past three weeks, where she is never on her own, and at night, whether she wants it or not, she’s in my fucking arms.
The morning we woke up in the gazebo, Cole was shouting for us, is proof that her trust is still lingering.
“No, but I guess I’m about to fucking find out, and hopefully I won’t have to take desperate measures,” I mutter as I lock the shop up, and he nods as we both turn, but both freeze at the man walking on the other side of the street, helping some blonde into his car with a slimy smirk on his face.
I recognize him instantly, and I growl fucking pissed because I can’t go after him with Ash waiting for me but Anchor can and I look at him but instead of grabbing his phone he stays completely frozen, confusion on his face, which fucking confuses me. He should be calling for a fucking van.
“Anchor!” I snap, getting his attention, “Call the fucking club for a van!”
“I-I,” he stutters and frowns as he watches the soon-to-be-dead fucker climb into the blue Porshe. “That’s Summer’s supposed boyfriend. Why is he with some blonde if she went back to him?” he chokes, and I look at the man again sharply as my insides churn.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, no…
“Brother,” I breathe, “he’s the fucker who sat on Ashley’s back while she was raped. Dirty found more footage, he’s been running facial recognition ever since to find him…”
We both look at each other, and he breathes heavily as his face pales worrying me.
Indecisiveness stares back at me, and I furrow my brows and ask, “You don’t think she was a part of Ash’s attack, do you?”
He shakes his head as he looks at Porsche driving away before he states, “I don’t fucking know, but I’m going to find out, go confront your wife!”
He rushes towards his bike, and I swallow hard as he speeds out of his spot and goes after the Porsche while I message Dirty.
Me:
Track a blue Porsche, opposite the tattoo shop. Anchor has gone after it but may lose it. It’s the guy who sat on top of my wife while she was being raped.
I press send before putting my phone away and climbing on my own bike, fucking hoping Anchor is not about to find out his ex-girl is a part of the Pillars. He’ll never be able to come back from that, and he’ll begin to question his gut instincts.
Starting my bike up, I back out of my spot, pull off down the road, head in the opposite direction from where Anchor went, and head home ready to have it out with my wife.
Fuck, I hope I don’t have to lock Ash up…
I walk into our home ten minutes later and call, “Pixie?” but she doesn’t answer, and I tense, quickly looking towards the table, where I see her keys, and I relax and round the couch, sit down next to Ginger, groaning.
I don’t know if I’m ready for the fight she’s about to give me, but I’m going to gear up for it.
She’s been adamant to leave me for over a year now, fuck, actually, it’s been nearly a year and a half, but I won’t let her go, I need her.
Ginger, the terror of a cat, purrs from beside me as I feel Ashley’s presence, her vanilla and coconut scent filling my senses as my phone beeps and I check it, unlocking it to a text from Anchor, and I open it.
Anchor:
I lost the fucker but bumped into Summer’s mama.
Apparently Summer left town after fucking her ex for a week then abandoned him, I’ve spoken to Dirty and he’s trying to follow the scent, we’ll get Ashley’s revenge brother and mine.
“What is he talking about?” Ashley asks, and I admit, “The man who sat on your back, helping that fucker rape you, I saw him today after trying to fucking find him for months, and Anchor froze. Apparently, he was Summer’s ex, the girl Anchor wanted to claim, but she went back to her ex.
He thinks she could have had a hand in your attack. ”
“I don’t know if I believe that, Ty,” Ash says from over my shoulder, and I turn my head and look at her. Her hair is down, her eyes a little red, and my jaw ticks because I know she’s been crying.
“Why?” I ask as I take her in, light blue paint covering her old t-shirt dress, and a little bit of hope builds in my chest.
She’s been decorating Tyson’s room, which means she sees him coming here…
That has to be a good thing, right?
“I saw them together once, and I have to tell you, she was entranced by him, like, fully, wholeheartedly, in love with him,” she says, and I remind her, “People can deceive you, pixie.”
She nods and agrees, “They can, yes, but that kind of love, I’ve only seen it one other time.”
I frown and ask, “When?”
Looking me in the eye, she whispers, “With you and me…” and fuck, my heart.
“Pixie,” I whisper, and her eyes tear up.
“I realized something today,” she admits and I hold my breath, “that even though forgiving you will be the hardest thing I ever do, I can’t see my life without you in it.
If I am being honest, I realized it when I saw you gazing down at Tyson with the same look you used to give Cole when he was that small, the look I began doubting after it came out you wanted me to abort our son. ”
My eyes tear, and I don’t give a fuck if it makes me a pussy.
I admit, “I always wanted Cole, Ash, don’t get me wrong, I was scared as shit that I’d fail at being a dad, especially at that age, but I always wanted him. I just didn’t want him while we were still in high school and you had dreams you wanted to fulfill.”
“I’m trying to see it from your point of view, but I’m struggling,” she admits, and I nod because I know how hard it is for her.
I’ve hurt her a lot, hurt Cole, and lost their trust.
“I don’t want to go to the place where I can never find you, can never see you again, pixie, I can’t walk this earth without you by my side. I just can’t and I know that makes me selfish because we have two kids, but you, you are my fucking everything, I just lost my way.”
Her tears fall and she croaks, “I can’t forget what you did, I can’t forget how disconnected we became to allow someone to get in between us, but I’m willing to try and forgive because-because I can’t live without you…”
Fuck…
So many emotions fill me, and I cup the back of her neck and pull her lips against mine.
She comes willingly, and I lick and nip her bottom lip, wanting access, which she grants.
Our tongues tangle, sending tingles down my spine, and without missing a beat, without breaking the kiss, I reach over the couch, grab her hips, and lift her over.
She straddles me before I move us, laying her on the rug near the open fire fucking grateful Mama is getting Cole from school and keeping him for the night after visiting his brother.
I lay my body over my wife’s as I tilt my head and deepen the kiss while leaning on my right arm so I don’t squish her.
At the same time, my left hand slowly glides up her thigh, moving her shirt with it, pulling it up her body, and breaking the kiss.
I lean down as I take her nipple through her bra into my mouth while pulling the shirt completely off her.
She arches her back as I bite down through her fabric, giving me the perfect gap I need as I move my hand behind her and unclip her bra.
I move my mouth as I throw her bra away, then lean back down, taking her nipple back in my mouth, sucking and nipping it before going to the other one, giving it the same treatment.
Fuck she tastes delicious…
“Tyler, please, I need you,” Ash gasps, and I lean back up and press my lips against hers as her hands yank my cut off.
I help her remove the leather and throw it on the couch, hissing from Ginger echoing, but we ignore him as Ash grabs my shirt next and pulls it up.
I break the kiss for one moment, helping her remove it before my lips are back against hers, and I moan at the skin-on-skin contact with her as her ring on my chain presses between us sends shivers down my spine.
Fuck I’ve missed her, missed this…
My body heats up with want and need, and without breaking the kiss, I reach between us and grab her panties just as her hands go to my jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling the fabric apart, and I can feel the coldness hit my rock-hard cock, twitching with need.
I grip her panties and yank them, tearing them just as Ashley pulls my cock out, and I hiss as I break the kiss as she squeezes it, giving it a tug as her thumb runs along the tip, spreading the pre-cum.
Keeping our lips just touching, I breathe heavily as I command, “Put me in, pixie,” and her eyes lock with mine as she continues to stroke my length with the right tightness, knowing me well.
“Bring me home, baby,” I whisper and kiss her lightly. Her breath hitches as I lick her bottom lip before her tongue peaks out, meeting mine as she places the tip of my cock at her entrance.
I suck her tongue into my mouth as I thrust forward hard, causing us to moan with pleasure before I move my hips back, only leaving the tip in, then pushing forward again slowly, gently, but ensuring to hit her magical spot, remembering what Doc said.
It’s only been four weeks, not six…
So instead of taking her hard and fast, I make love to my wife on the floor in front of the open fire, never moving my lips from hers, keeping our bodies close together as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I love you, pixie,” I murmur against her lips, kissing her slowly, “I love you so fucking much…”
Ash digs her nails into my back as I thrust forward a little harder, and she gasps, “I love you too, Tyler.”
Fuck, those words are music to my ears.
I kiss her harder, knowing we will be alright because, as far as I’m concerned, if she still loves me, then there’s a good chance she will fully forgive me again at one point, and I will forever ensure that she knows she’s my everything.
Through thick and thin, this woman comes first, and spending the rest of my life with her was my greatest accomplishment, but watching her be a mama to our kids, bringing animals home from work, learning from Brit, my life becomes full, and her giving me a second chance is never taken for granted.