Taking Tiny’s hand, I guide her into the shower, making sure to check the water isn’t scalding hot. I’m not trying to burn her delicate skin.
“Ummm, since you don’t want me calling you Chains when we’re alone, can you not call me Tiny?” she asks.
“Why don’t you want to be called Tiny? And if I might point out I call you Bitsy and baby and I’m not, not going to call you those. It’s my own personal nicknames for you,” I grin.
“It’s not that I mind it. But I’d kinda like for you to at least use my real name. No one ever has. Not even when I was growing up. It was always “girl”, get over here.” Anger on her behalf starts to seep in, however I force it back for now.
“Okay, baby, I can do that. What’s your first name?” I ask though I already know it. I just don’t want her to know I do. She doesn’t need to know I’ve got a file on her.
“What you didn’t have Fuse do a check on me?” she asks, jokingly.
Well fuck me. I’m not going to lie to her and say I didn’t.
“Yeah, Bitsy. I did. You’ve been around a club. You know we don’t let anyone in without it. But doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear you tell me your real name. I don’t care about a damn thing that I’ve read about you. I want to always hear it from you even if I already know.” Tiny stiffens as she takes in my words.
“You know, don’t you?” she states rather than asks. Her gaze drops to the floor.
“Look at me,” I command softly, and she does so with tears filling her eyes. “Yeah, I know what that fucker did to you. I also know what Stoney and Tracker told me. They told me how you came to the clubhouse agreeing to be a clubwhore but I also know you didn’t fuck anyone. Stoney told me about the fact you did one thing and then decided that wasn’t for you, so you talked to him and Tracker and they hired you to work for them instead.
“I already told you, I don’t see you as a stray and when you came to this clubhouse you didn’t come as one. You were sent here to heal and feel protected. Well, Bitsy, I intend to keep on protecting you and always making sure you feel safe. Trust me when I say this because I don’t say it lightly. The moment I saw you step around Shadow, I knew you were meant to be mine. I fuckin’ love you woman.”
Lifting a hand to cup the side of her face, I stroke the tears away from her cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. It guts me seeing you in tears.”
“I’m sorry. I–I just was so scared that if you knew you wouldn’t want me. I love you too, Darren, and that scares the hell out of me.” I pull her into me wanting to comfort her.
“Nothing could keep me from wanting you. We’re made for each other and nothing will ever change that, Sloane,” I state making sure to use her first name, not giving a damn she doesn’t tell me first. Not anymore.
Her gaze holds mine for long moments before she lifts herself up on her toes. I lean down to meet her halfway, crashing my mouth to hers. Cupping her ass in my hands, I lift her up into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Now this is what I envisioned when we stepped in here but I’m glad we got that shit out of the way. Tiny doesn’t need to be worrying about if I really want her or not.
By her making the first move after that little heart to heart, I know she trusts me more now than ever.
Chapter Twelve
Tiny
Kissing Chains right now is like a weight has been lifted. After his admission, I know without a doubt I want him more than anything.
Moaning into him, I grip his hair while rubbing myself against his dick. The sensations it causes in my body are almost unbearable. I need more of him.
A groan vibrates from his mouth and it spurs me on.
I still say he’s not going to fit, but I can’t stop myself grinding against him sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
When Chains breaks our kiss, I start to protest but he moves to trail kisses down my jaw to my neck.
“Darren,” I sigh, wanting so much more.
“Don’t worry, Bitsy, I know what you need. Just enjoy the pleasure I give you,” he commands, his voice deep with arousal.
I mumble in agreement as I tilt my head to the side giving him even more access.
“That’s right, baby, just relax and enjoy my mouth on you,” he murmurs then I feel movement and we’re stepping out of the shower soaking wet.
“Ummm.”
“It’s alright. We’ll be needing another shower when I’m done with you,” Chains declares, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Laugh now, Sloane, cause in a couple minutes, you’ll be screaming my name,” he rasps, his gaze meeting mine as he lays me across the bed.
“You should know I’ve never done this. Well you know besides . . .” I let my words trail off not wanting to ruin any of this for either of us.
“Sloane, baby, don’t think of any of that negative bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about anything but making you come all damn night,” he says pressing kisses along my skin until he has my legs braced on his shoulders.
Bracing myself up on my elbows, I meet Chains’ gaze as he grins before lowering his head. With a swipe of his tongue through my slit, I immediately moan in pleasure. I’ve never felt
