she knows exactly what this tattoo signifies. I’m the key to unlocking her heart and she holds my heart in her hands. Without hesitating, Gwen pulls her shirt off after handing me her rag. She doesn’t need me to tell her where it’s going. After pulling her bra up so it’s out of the way, I watch as my ol’ lady gets comfortable on the table with her back facing me. Trent gets to work as I pull up the lone chair in the room and sit behind her. I’m here for any support she needs, but I don’t want to touch her and be in the way of Trent’s work.
This is how we spent the next several hours. I can barely hear the music blaring from the common room as Gwen lays perfectly still while Trent works his magic. She doesn’t make a peep as he tattoos her skin. There are a few times she winces, and I place my hand low on her exposed skin. There’s honestly only one thing that will make this day even better. I already feel as if I’m ten feet tall and can do no wrong now that I have Gwen as an ol’ lady. When we go to bed tonight, I’ll be holding her in my arms. Our skin against one another as sleep claims us.
Chapter Fifteen
Gwen
I’VE BEEN KILLER’S ol’ lady for a week. Today is the first day I can move around without all the pain from the tattoo I got from Trent. It’s absolutely stunning and I love the meaning behind our tattoos. While Killer and I have different tattoos, they mean the same thing. I have his heart while he’s been the one to unlock mine. It’s taken a long time to get where we are today, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Well, maybe the house bunnies and knowing Killer was with them. For the most part, I would keep everything the same.
I needed to finish healing while Killer needed to figure out what he wanted. Yeah, he said he’s wanted me since day one, but he wanted me to live my life too. I’ll be able to do everything I want with him by my side. I don’t need other guys or to go out on dates with anyone but Killer. He’s the one who’s showed me not all men are bad, and he’ll be the one who lets me have the freedom I want and crave to experience everything else.
Every single night Killer explores my body and shows me how a real man worships the woman he loves. He kisses each and every inch of my body before settling between my legs. I swear, it’s like he’s a man constantly starving and I’m the meal he wants to devour whenever he gets the chance. I’ve been spending more time exploring his body as well.
Killer is finally opening up about his life. We started with the scars on his own body from bullets and stab wounds. Some of them are from his time spent in the military while others are from situations he’s gotten into with the club. I’ve kissed each and every scar on his body the same way he’s done to me.
One night he told me about what led him to join the service. He didn’t have a good childhood. His dad was extremely abusive to his mother and him before he was killed. After his dad’s death, Killer’s mom became lost. There was no money coming in the house so she did what she could to pay the bills. This led to her becoming a prostitute for easy money. During this time she got hooked on drugs and basically left Killer alone. Well, until the guys she was seeing started coming to the house. She didn’t give a fuck about what they did; including them trying to fuck with Killer as a young boy.
He ran away from home in order to save himself. For a few months Killer was on his own, trying to survive each and every day he woke up. One of his teachers at school found out and threatened to tell the cops and Children Protective Services about him living on the street. Killer told her he’d run away and continue to hide out if she called anyone on him. Seeing how serious he was, the teacher’s father ended up taking him in. For the next few years Killer was taught how to be a man who worked his