Authors: Rose D. Cassidy
“Fuck, Jos. Now look what you did.
Damn it. I just want to get over her, can’t you see that. I’m just trying to move on.”
“Don’t. Fight for her.”
“Don’t you get it? I have been forever and still she don’t want me. My heart can’t fucking take it anymore.”
“Stop being a coward, asshole and grow a set.”
“Babe…” Dane tried saying to get her to stop. He knows Ayden and what Trey did to him was completely fucked in his book and he’s tried explaining that to her, but apparently it still hasn’t sunk in yet.
“Coward?
Coward?
She’s the damn coward and you know it. She’s the one that’s afraid to even
try
to love me.”
“She does love you.”
“No she fucking don’t.” He stalked off to his room and slammed the door hoping to slam Joslyn’s words out of his mind. He wants no part of any of it at all anymore.
The next day as Trey walked into the shop and caught sight of the girls she knew something was up just by the look of pity on their faces when they looked up at her.
“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your damn pity.”
“It aint pity, Trey. It’s concern. I’m sorry, but we need to talk.” Gwen says ushering Trey up the stairs. “Jos will take care of the shop while we do so.” They walked out to the deck and sat at the patio set.
“Fine, hit me. What’s fucked now?”
“Sadly, you Trey. I don’t know much about your past other than what happened with your dad on Christmas…”
“Wait let’s get this straight first, he aint my dad, he’s just some ass that calls himself my father.”
“Okay. Please just hear me out okay?”
“Fine.”
“You know I like all my facts before I even do my thesis, but considering you’re a complete mess I figured I’d let it go and just go with what I know. I see you pulling away and none of us want that. Your amazing, Trey. You’re stronger than I ever imagined and after Christmas it just proved to me how much more you are. I don’t know what kind of childhood you went through, but by what I saw it had to be pretty rough, but yet you pulled through, you became a great…no an amazingly wonderful leader. You give so much too so many girls, confidence, strength, belief and I could go on with one enormous list, but that is not the complete point. The point is no matter how much you want to walk away from all this, away from your life, you just
can’t
. You would not be as wonderful of a person if it was not for what created you. You could walk away from all of what you have accomplished, but what would be the point. You’re great just the way you were. You’re a spectacular artist, you might not be a therapist yet, but really you already are and your great at it, you run two very successful businesses, you’re a very talented tattoo artist. Not only are you a great fighter, but also a great trainer. I’d understand if you would want to give up the fights, but why give up something you’re so great at and why let that make you give up on everything else that you’ve accomplished. Someone once told me that you’re the queen,
our
queen and everyone that follows you is like your loyal army. There is almost a good two hundred people including the spectators that look up to you as if that is who you are, the one that leads them. You started a movement almost two years ago that has proven to be the most wonderful thing ever.
“What I think is that you’re having a problem with accepting the past as what created you. I’m sure it was all shitty, more than I could ever image, but what I’m positive about is
that past of yours
brought me you, created the best person that I will ever meet in my entire life time. You’re completely unique and I’m sure that even if I searched this entire world I still would not find another person anything like you. I am more than blessed to have ever known you. I see you slipping from me, from the girls and especially from yourself and call me selfish all you want but I
don’t
want that. I
want
the person that I’ve known for the past two years to always stay in my life because you changed it, you changed mine. You made me be a better person, you made me see how different people can really be. And you will make me succeed with so many more girls that I will teach, that I will help to get them to see it as you do, as the way you have made me see it. I need you in my life Trey and so do the girls and everybody else that you have greatly influenced these past two years.
“Now that all that is said, I only have one more topic. I’m sure it will piss you off, but I need to say it so I’m just gonna come out and say it. You
love
Ayden. I know you don’t think so, but you do, you really, really do. And he truly loves you too. You guys are meant for each other, you’re perfect for each other in so many ways. You two balance each other out completely and utterly perfectly. You might not think that you are capable of love, but you are, Trey. To prove it to you just think about all the stuff us girls have done together. What you’ve done for us and so many more. You have a bigger heart than anyone that I have ever met. You are self
less
and always put everybody else first before yourself because that is how much you care.
"
With all that said I want you to not drink away your thoughts tonight and instead just sit here and think about everything that I’ve said. Jos and I will run the shop tonight. So if you need me than I’ll be down stairs or just a text away. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Gwen stood up and walked away while Trey sat there a bit stunned. So much hit her in that that there was just no way she could not sit there and think about all of what’s been going on lately. She knew she accomplished a lot in these past two years, but what she didn’t know was that what made her truly happy and stronger was the fact that what she did for everyone settled in her heart and made her proud of herself. She was always proud, but not like this, not because she was capable of caring as much as she did and with that thought she leaped up and ran down the stairs and out the back door.
She felt like she was flying as she flipped, kicked, spun and jumped as she ran for the first time in to
damn long. She stopped in front of the door that her feet, no her heart led her to and with that thought she caught her breath and walked through. She stopped dead at the sight of him flirting back with a girl across the bar from him. She couldn’t breathe. He turned his head as if searching for something and when his eyes found hers, he stopped dead, unable to breathe. She gave him a crooked suggestive half smile while she walked in almost slow motion over to him, she leaned over the bar, gripping his neck in her hand to bring him closer and kissed him, pouring with the most emotions she was capable of; he drank in the love. She moved back a fraction of an inch and gazed in his eyes letting him see the truth in what she just gave him, a few moments went by then she whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey?”
“Okay.” I can love you.
“Okay?” You will love me?
“Yeah.” I will love you.
“Yeah?” Are you sure?
She nodded. She was sure. He pulls away and walks around the bar, latching around her waist and bringing her up against him. She folded her arms around his shoulders and sunk her face into his neck and held on tight. After a few minutes past he pulled away and gripped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. He needed one last thing. “I love you, Treasack Sirona.”
“I love you, Ayden James.”
They saw the truth in each other’s eyes and he pulled her in and kissed her again, showing her more of his love as she did him. He wrapped her shoulders in his arms and pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him as close as they could get. He whispered, “Will you stay until I get off, I don’t want you out of my sight, then I want to bring you home and show you just how much I love you.” She nodded against his chest and he let go to grab her hand and lead her to the end stool at the bar. He kissed her than went back to work, but every second that he got he was glancing at her or going to kiss her as if she would disappear if he did not. No words between them were spoke not even on the walk back to her place; none were needed, they said everything they wanted to say with their eyes.
They went through the back door still in silence and still latched onto one another even as they walked up the stairs and into her room. They stopped at the edge of her bed and he turned her to face him, staring at her for a good long minuet before he kissed her. He pulled her shirt off slowly kissing every inch of her neck and shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her back only stopping to tuck her hair back and kiss her lips again and again. She pulled his shirt from him and mocked everything he did. Stopping only to gaze in his eyes and tell him she loved him again and again. He removed her bra letting it slowly slide from her as he leaned back to look at her, “Beautiful,” he whispered as he grazed his thumbs over her already taunt perfection. He gently laid her back with her legs hung over the edge and knelt down in between them, kissed along her stomach as he slid her pants off, kissing down her inner thigh all the way to the bottom of her foot then to the next and back up. “Mine?” He breathed over her sex as
he nudged her clit in question.
On a moan she answered, “Yes, yours.” And he kissed her gently than glided his tongue from her entrance to her clit and kissed again.
“You’re so wet, so ready for
me
. Goddess, it’s sexy.” He slid his pants off as he kissed, licked and growled as she moaned. He stood taking her beauty in as she slid up the bed and he prowled to her. He kissed her lips and whispered along them, “Mine?” He asked again as he ran his tongue along her seam to get her to answer.
“Yes, yours.” She pressed her lips to his again. He kissed along her jaw, down her neck and above her breast and whispered again, “Mine? Your heart, is that mine?” He asked holding his breath while kissing, covering the tattoo of her name.
“Yes, it’s yours. My heart is yours. It belongs to you Ayden James.” She warranted him as she ran her hand through his hair and he looked into her eyes to see the truth. “I love you.”
“And I love
you,
Treasack Sirona.”
She brought his lips to hers as he covered her body with his, edging at her entrance for permission, she gave it as she lifted herself to him and let him enter, he slid in closer, deeper. As close as they could get to each other, their faces buried in their necks, arms around each other holding as tight as they can. Then whispered as he moved with her, “Your mine, Trey and I’m never letting you go. You will never want to throw me away, never. Tell me never, Trey.”
“Never, Ayden. Never. My one and only souvenir. I’ll keep you forever, just don’t let me lose you, please. I don’t ever want to lose you,” she moaned as he made the sweetest love to her.
“I won’t let you. No matter what you do, I won’t let you lose me. Your mine, I’m yours;” a toy broken without both pieces. They have to stay together to work; to play. It’s the only way. They became one; fused together. They slowly, gently made love to each other. Their ecstasy of love creating the best erotically love induced orgasm, coming as one; they became one.
A true reality; complete need of one another to work properly. To love.
***
Chapter Seventeen
:
His Fight, Her F
ight
Her change in breath caused his heart to skip a few beats, his breath to catch, his body to tense and his grip to tighten. He didn’t want her awake, didn’t want her to throw him away for the day. He wanted to stay just as they lay; her head on his chest, his buried in her neck, their arms around each other, their legs intertwined together, laying on their sides, facing each other as close as they could to one another.
She tightened her hold on him feeling his worry. “You’ll stay, we’ll stay in bed together all day. I don’t want this to stop, I don’t want it to end,” She assured him.
He smiled and kissed her neck, breathing her scent in deep. “Neither do I. Can’t we stay just like this until were gone from this world?”
“We’ll starve to death,” she joked.
“I’ll starve to death without your touch, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had. Be this close to me at all times or I
will
die. Would you not die with me?” He begged jokingly, kissing, nibbling on her neck, as if they were back in Shakespeare time, his voice ran out.
She giggled pulling him impossibly closer. “I would die without you, for sure, but let’s make our days last,” she mocked his voice. “We’ll take a shower…”
“Together.” He interrupted in a demand, with a fake voice of a sergeant.
“Yes, then we will go make some breakfast…”
“Then bring it back to bed,” He demanded again just the same. She giggled again at his play.
“Yes. Then we’ll stay in bed until we get hungry again.”
“I’m hungry for you already.” He bit down on her neck, sucking her breath from her. She moaned and slid against him. “Shall I savor your taste here or in the shower?”
“After breakfast,” she laughed as she wiggled to get away. “Ayden!”
“Okay, but
do not
,
not
touch me or I’m bringing you back to bed and not ever letting you out of it.”