Tiny (15 page)

“What about the sweet-butts?”

“They’re over, baby. No more
sweet-butts and no more women. I only want you.” Tiny knew what he spoke was
the truth. There was no other woman he wanted other than the one he was
speaking to. “Touch yourself. Press those fingers through your slit.”

He waited for her to comply.
Hearing her move across the phone line was frustrating and arousing at the same
time.

“I’m touching myself,” she
said, moaning.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, I want you, Tiny.”

Licking his lips, he fisted
his shaft imagining her hands wrapped around him. In his mind he saw Eva knelt
before him, ready to take his cock.

“I’m hard for you, Eva.”

“I’d love to feel you in my
mouth, Tiny.”

He groaned, wishing her
plump lips were wrapped around his shaft. “Finger your clit, stroke yourself.”

“I want you.” She cried out,
and he pumped at his shaft. He felt her yearning deep in his soul. The
intensity of his feelings made him feel like he was going to drown on his need
for her alone.

“Put two fingers inside you
and stretch them out.”

Her cries turned to guttural
moans. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock, coating his shaft.

“I bet you’re tight. I know
you are. You’re tight enough for my cock and only my cock.”

“Yes, I’m all yours. There’s
no one else.”

He growled, feeling the
first bite of his orgasm. His balls tightened, and he kept stroking. She
screamed over the line. The sound of her release set him over the edge with his
own orgasm.

Coming down from the high,
he was panting for breath.

“Wow, there is a first for
anything,” Eva said.

Tiny chuckled. “I’d rather
fuck you in the flesh, baby. This was the next best thing.”

“Give me a second. Don’t
go.” Eva left the phone, and he heard her walking around and the sound as she
jarred her foot. “Fuck that hurt.”

Minutes passed, and she was
finally over the line. “Sorry, I was washing my hands and taking a quick
bathroom break.”

Smiling, he reached for some
tissue from the edge of his desk to clean up the mess he’d created.

“How
is
Vegas?” he asked, not wanting the conversation to end. The times he’d fucked
women, even Patricia, he’d not been interested in talking afterward. With Eva,
he never wanted the moment to end.

“Vegas
is
fast moving, hot as hell, and a pain in the ass. The fighters my father has with
him are right rough necks. I think you and your boys could take them though.”
She laughed over the line. “I’d probably be given the boot if they heard me
saying that.”

“And you’re staying with
Ned?” Tiny asked.

“For now.
I don’t know what else to do. Everything seemed so
clear when I was with you in Fort Wills. Getting out of town was the ideal
solution to our problem.” Eva stopped, and he imagined her running fingers
through her hair.

“What do you think now?” He
threw the used towels in the trash. Resting his head against his shoulder, he
pulled up his jeans, fixing them back in place.

“We were toxic to each
other, Tiny. Nothing has changed.”

“I promise you, Eva, there
are no more women. I swear down on my life and the life of my club.” He leaned
on the desk, resting his hand under his chin.

“We’ve hurt each other—”

“This was because I was a
fucking dick who didn’t know how to deal with my feelings.”

“I can’t believe you’ve just
admitted you were a dick. Does Tate have you at gun point?”

“No, Eva. I’ve finally come
to my senses.” He stopped, needing to collect himself before he started
shouting once again.

He heard her heavy sigh over
the line. “You’re spoiling it again.”

“I’m not. For fuck’s sake,
I’m trying to make this work between us. You left before I got chance to get my
head screwed on straight.”

She growled over the line.
“So this is
all my
fucking fault? What about you?
Don’t you remember all those other women you fucked? Or the way you treated me?
I was not your woman, but I wasn’t allowed a life of my own.”

Tiny refused to drag in the
fact they were not actually together, especially when he’d put the word out for
no one to touch her because she was his.

“Fuck, you’re making me
angry. See, this is why we’d never work. You say something that just pisses me
the fuck off.”

“Baby, I love it when you’re
angry.” Their life together would be passionate, fiery, and would never be a
dull moment.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I love you.” He’d never
told her how he felt.

Tiny expected the silence
over the line. He gave her time to process what he just said.

“Are you still alive?” he
asked.

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Is this some kind of
fucking trick?”

“No, no trick. I love you,
Evangeline Walker. I’ll take the ass kicking your father is going to give me. I
want you by my side … as my wife.”

She squeaked, and he heard
something crash to the floor.

“Eva? Eva, are you all
right?”

“Shit, I just fell off the
bed.”

He laughed. No wonder this
woman and Tate got on so well. They were like two peas in the pod.

“Is this for real?” she
asked.

“Pinch yourself, and you
tell me.”

“Ouch, crap this is all
real.”

“Well, will you?” He tensed,
waiting.

“I really don’t know, Tiny.”

She hadn’t said she loved
him back.

Nodding his head, Tiny
thumped his forehead, remembering she couldn’t see him. “Okay, I’m not going to
beg for an answer right now. I want you to take some time to think about
everything. Promise me, Eva. Promise me when you have an answer, I want you to
think about it clearly.”

“You’re the first man to ask
me to marry you, Tiny. I’m not going to jump in.”

“I love you. Our life would
be here. I’d want you to wear my ring and my cut. This will not be a quiet
affair, baby. We’ll have it all, the wedding, the honeymoon, and I’ll have your
name inked on my skin.”

“Oh,
Tiny.”
From the sounds she was making, he knew she was
sobbing.

“Think about it. I’ll be
waiting, and you know how to reach me.” He hung up the phone, staring straight
ahead as he thought about what he’d done.

Eva was the first woman since
Patricia that he admitted to being in love with, and she hadn’t said anything
to give him hope. From the first moment he saw Patricia he’d been in love with
her. She had been everything he needed at the time, sweet, innocent, pure. For
most of his early years he’d only dealt with anger, rage, and death. Being part
of The Darkness had guaranteed that. When he’d gone to Alex for help in taking
over Fort Wills, he’d fallen for her and never looked back. But with Eva the
feelings were even more intense, and he’d denied them for so long. He knew deep
down that she had to love him.

It’s Eva. She loves me.

Chapter Eight

Two weeks later

Eva stared at the phone on
the desk in her father’s office. She’d been talking with Tate off and on along
with Tiny. Nothing else was mentioned of his proposal. She still couldn’t
believe he’d proposed.

Looking down at the
envelope, Eva didn’t know why she was holding back. She loved the man, and he’d
sent her a ring. A fucking engagement ring glinted at her from the envelope
she’d opened. Inside
lay
a letter on plain white
paper.

They talked on the phone
every night, the phone sex occurring every night, and her body was alive with
what he could ask her to do. She pulled the sheet of paper out of the envelope
and opened it up. Tiny had written the letter himself.

Eva,

I love you with my whole heart. Words have never been
great with me nor to speak them. I’ve been married before, and I had to bury
her. I’m not looking for a replacement wife. I want you, no one else. If you
turn into a bitch, then I’ll trade you in
J
(joke). I know
you still haven’t answered me, and this is not me trying to force you to
answer.

You’re the first woman I ever wanted since my wife.
You’re good through and through. What I’ve done over the last eight years of us
knowing each other, is wrong. I should be fucking castrated for what I’ve done
to you. I hope you won’t tell your father to cut my dick off. I’m quite partial
to it. Also, you cut my dick off and our wedded life won’t be much fun, just
saying.

Anyway, try the ring on. See how it feels. I want to
do right by you. There is no other woman for me. The sweet-butts are over. You
have all of me, Eva. My heart, body, mind, and soul are yours, no matter how
jaded I am.

I love you, and that will never change.

Tiny (Maximus)

“What are you doing?” Gavin
asked, walking into the office.

She held the letter close to
her chest, staring down at the silver band with the small diamond in the
center. There was nothing large or garish about it. Picking the ring up, she slid
it onto her finger, ignoring Gavin. He grabbed a bottle of water from the
fridge in the corner, taking a seat on the only sofa near the door. From his
position he wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing.

“Earth to
Eva.”

Glaring at him, she glanced in
his direction. “What?”

“You’ve been staring down at
the desk. I was wondering what has your attention.”

In the last two weeks Gavin
had been trying to woo her. She really wasn’t interested. Lifting her hand up,
she showed him the ring, which happened to fit perfectly on her finger. “Tiny
has asked me to marry him.”

The mouthful of what he’d
been sipping spat out of his mouth. She was far enough away so she wasn’t
covered.

“Holy shit,” Ned said,
walking into the office. “Has Gavin proposed?”

“No, Tiny has.”

She dropped her hand to the
desk, staring at the note then at the ring. Circling the ring on her finger,
she started to take it off and then realized she didn’t want to. Licking her
lips, she read the note again. She would keep it on to see how it felt.

You’re torturing him without an answer.

Time, he’d offered her time,
and it was time she needed to get her thoughts together. Marriage was a big
step.

“Eva, you better not make a
rash decision,” Ned said.

“I’m not going to.”

“Gavin, get the fuck out of
my office.”

“Gladly.”
The other man stormed out as Ned closed the door.

She wasn’t scared or
startled by the way he was reacting. “What’s this about, Dad?” she asked.

“Tiny asked you to marry him
in a fucking letter?” Ned asked. He made to grab the letter from her. She
stopped him. The letter Tiny sent to her was personal. There was no way she
would be letting her father see the words.

“No, he asked me to marry
him several nights ago. What’s your problem with him?”

“He’s not right for you.”

“You were trying to convince
me to stay with him back in Fort Wills. What changed?” she asked, curious to
know.

“I finally got you back. You
stay with Tiny, and then I know for damn sure I won’t get to see you. Gavin is
a lot better. You can stay here, and I can keep an eye on you, protect you.”

“And Gavin the cheating fuck
is better for me because you get to keep me around?” She stood up, glaring at
him.

“He’s better for you than
that fucking biker,” Ned said, yelling.

“Why? Because Gavin knows
the business whereas my
fucking biker
doesn’t
give a fuck about your business or how you live your life?” She stared at her
father seeing the answer glaring at her in the face. “That’s it, isn’t it? You
want me to marry
Gavin
because you
want someone to take over what you started.”

“Honey, I love you, but
this,” he gestured all around him, “is my life. I put everything I have in this
club, and I made sure you’d be protected for the rest of your life.”

She shook her head. “No,
this is not going to be about you or this fucking club.”

Staring down at her hand Eva
knew she was going to marry Tiny. The only problem she had was when she was
going to tell him.

“I’ve never asked you for
much, Dad. I never asked about my mother, and I was always with you in the
beginning—”