Page 195 of Tattooed Love

“I just don’t understand…” I thought I’d lost her. Now I was just confused.

She smiled and went up on her toes. “I don’t love him.” There was love in her eyes. I never thought she would be looking at me with love. “But I do love you, so how are we going to break it to my brothers that I’m moving out?”

I was stunned. So stunned I wasn’t speaking. So she just stood there smiling. Waiting for it all to sink in. And it did. It took me a minute, and then I grinned and wrapped my arms around her, bringing her to me.

“We need a house first.”

“I’ve already picked one.”

“What?” I pulled her back to look at her face; she was grinning and actually looking happy. “You have?”

“Yeah, Cole may have made a remark about my sex life and I snapped.” She shrugged. “I don’t want anyone, ever, overhearing us, especially not Cole.” She suppressed a smirk, “cause he might kill you.”

I started to back her towards the bed. “Don’t think I can take him?”

“I’m just saying you wouldn’t have it in you to kill someone related to me.”

“Thinking a lot of yourself again.”

Her legs hit the end of the bed and I gripped her hips quickly, spinning her around. Sitting on the bed, I pulled her onto my lap.

“I’m just saying I’m very loveable.” She grinned at me, sitting on me. Like her old self. I loved watching her like this.

I linked my hand with hers. “Yeah, you are.” And I kissed her cheek. “So, you’re still mine?” I was slowly coming to grips with the fact she wasn’t bolting, even when given the perfect opportunity to.

She leaned her forehead against mine. “Always Jax, even when you don’t want me.”

“I’ll always want you.”

Always, for the rest of my life, I would want her. A smirk spread across my lips. I repositioned her on me, so she was straddling me. My hands pushed her skirt up, until it was around her waist.

“Jax, everyone will be getting up soon. We can’t do what you are thinking.”

The smirk was still on my face. “I don’t care if they hear.”

“I DO!”

“I have my personal best to beat.” My hands pushed her t-shirt up.

“I still can’t believe you got to seven.”

“We will aim for eight tonight.”

“It’s morning, and no.” She looked at me like she wasn’t going to let me.

“Do I have to remind you of the rules?” I took her top off.

“But it’s morning, and the rule says every night.”

“I missed last night.”

“God forbid.” She rolled her eyes, and linked her arms around my neck as I fell back on the bed, with her on top of me.

“I know, think I’m hard done by.”

“Yeah, you would. Ok we can, but if one of the boys comes looking for me, we stop.” She was saying that like I would.

I smirked. “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

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