Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (12 page)

I'm already committed to you ,Writer. And you already own me, every part of me heart, body, mind and soul. When the time comes, I will wear it proudly and I will be honored to have everyone know that I am your property.
She gives me all the reassurance I need. I don't know what came over me I guess maybe it's Hanger and Crazy Girl. I want what they have.

I tell her how I feel, an array of emotions go through me, knowing that someday she will be my Ol' Lady. Her love for me already shines so bright, a love I never thought I would have.

Sugar, you and me, we’re a forever thing, I just want you to know that I will be here, I will be waiting for when you’re ready. I would wait a lifetime for you, Ever.
 

EVER

You and I by Lady Gaga

I'm standing here in Writer's room after he left me with the most amazing kiss we ever had. I touch my fingers to my plump swollen lips to make sure that really did just happen. There is still a chance I can get him back. I just need to sit back and bide my time.

I also need to come up with a plan to prove to him that I'm not leaving again. He says he wouldn't survive if I left him again, but little does he know, I wouldn't survive it either. An idea comes to me so I rush out of his room, finding Zoey with her and Jacey's adorable kids.

I sign to my sister,
I have to go. I'll be back later.

Where are you going?
Zoey has a puzzled look on her beautiful face.

I'm going to set my plan in motion. I know what I have to do to get him back, plus do what I love.
My smile grows wider as does her confusion.

Okay, you are being really cryptic.

When the time is right, I'll tell you everything.
I lean down, kissing all the kids on their precious little heads.

Next, I go find Writer sitting at the bar with a drink in hand. I tap him on the shoulder and when he turns to me I sign.
I'm gonna get you back, Writer. I'm not giving up and I have a plan to prove it.

He gives me his sexy grin and I return it. I leave before he has a chance to respond. I get in my car and head to my parents’ house.

★★★

I find both of my parents on the couch, watching TV in the living room. I stand in front of them as I sign,
Can I talk to you guys for a minute?

My dad picks up the remote, turning the TV off as my mom replies,
Sure, honey, is everything okay?

I have never been one to beat around the bush about something so why start now?

Yeah, I want to buy a building.

My dad then joins in.
Why do you want to buy a building?
They both look concerned and confused.

Because I'm not leaving again. This is my home and I want to do something with fashion. I want to open a store and sell my clothes.

That's a great idea. What do you need from us?
I knew my mom would be on board.

Well, I'm going to the bank and I'm going to see if I can get a loan. I don't think I will need anything from you guys, unless I need a co-signer.

I'll go with you,
my dad says as he stands up and goes to get his keys. We climb in his truck and he drives us to the bank.

After the application is filled out, we wait for a little while before my dad relays what the bank associate told him. I have been approved for my loan. I have excellent credit, so once I find the building I am looking for, I’ll come back here and we will get it started up. We shake hands and I walk out feeling ecstatic that everything is falling in place so far.

★★★

When we got back to the house, my mom got on the phone with realtors, so over the next few days, I spent time looking at a lot of different buildings until I found exactly what I was looking for.

The building is in the downtown district of Wichita and happens to be right next door to Jacey's recording studio. It's a cute building, brick on the outside with a couple of big windows, but when you walk in, it has light colored hardwood floors with white walls. I can do anything I want with it and it is perfect. It is one big open space in the front, with an extra room on the left. It also has a back room where I can have storage and make my office. I can't wait to get everything in here. After looking at it twice, just to make sure, I get back in my car, ready to head to the bank. I can't waste anytime and I am ready to close on this space.

I put the key in the ignition but nothing happens, so I try a couple more times, hoping it will start. Damn it, no such luck. I pull my phone out, texting Zoey, but she can't come get me. I walk over to the studio and try to open the door, but of course no one is there. I send Jacey a text and she doesn't respond. Well shit, what do I do now? I can't text my parents because they are both working. The only option I have left is to text one of the guys. I get the text typed to Hanger, my finger hovers over the send icon. My head snaps up and there Writer is, parked in front of me.

EVER

PAST

★★★

Can I show you something?
Writer asks me while we’re sitting on his bed.

Yes,
is my only response before the grin takes over my face.

He stands while taking my hand, leading me out of his room, and out of the clubhouse. When we get outside, he takes me off to the side where I see a ladder leaning against the wall.

Go on up. I'll be right behind you,
he tells me, like it's no big deal. I look up to the top of the clubhouse and it is high, like really high, and this is a very big deal. I could fall down or the ladder could tip. I'd go down, I'm sure to break my neck. Then I would be screwed, very very screwed.

I don't know, Writer. This isn’t what I had in mind when you said you wanted to show me something.
My nerves are getting the best of me.

Come on, you trust me?
He cocks his brow in a challenge.

You know I do,
I argue back.

Then trust me now. I would never let anything happen to you. I won't let you fall, I promise, and I'll be right behind you.

I give him a nod, huff out a breath, then reach out, grabbing the ladder with shaky hands. I take one step at a time until I get to the top. Writer told me the truth, he stayed right behind me the whole way. When I step up onto the rooftop, I look around and it’s amazing.

Writer pulls me to the middle of the rooftop and I feel his arms go around my waist as he pulls me against him. He lays his chin on my shoulder as I cover his arms with my hands. We stay like that for a moment, just drinking in the beauty of the night sky. You can almost see the lights of the city off into the distance, but being out here in the country, you don't see cars driving by, or the hustle and bustle of the city. After a few minutes, he pulls me down with him so we can sit next to each other.

I turn my attention to Writer, who is watching me. He's always watching me. It’s not in a creepy way, more like he’s trying to memorize my every feature like one day I’ll just disappear. Releasing us from the trance of each other’s eyes, he starts to sign.
You know I love you, Ever?

Yes, and I love you too.
I wonder where he’s going with this.

He begins to sign again, making my breath catch as he tells me how he feels.
You’re my everything more. You're my love, my life, my strength, my power, my weakness, my forever.

I try blinking away the tears that are trying to fall as I sign,
Oh Writer, I feel all of those things for you also. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You have my heart and soul, you have my body, and every other part of me. You and me, we’re a forever thing, remember?

I swipe away a few tears that have fallen, then add,
It's amazing up here, so beautiful. Thank you for showing me this, even if I was a little scared at first. You never really get to see all the stars in the city.
When I finish signing, I give him a small smile.

You were more than a little scared, don't lie to yourself.
He gives me a sexy smile, but I hit him on the arm anyway and his shoulders shake as he soundlessly laughs.

He continues,
I use to think this was the perfect place, but now my perfect place is with you, Ever.

He points up to the sky, then signs,
You see that darkness?

His gaze lands on me, and in a quick jerk, I nod.
That darkness is me, Ever. You see those stars that shine bright in the darkness? I nod again. Those stars are you, Ever. Together, we make like the night sky - my darkness with your light, mixed together perfectly to make something beautiful.

Wow!

What the hell can you say about that? I form the sign for I love you, holding my hand up. Writer does the same, bringing his fingertips to mine, and as our hands are together, we mouth I love you.

I realize just then that there is a vital piece of information that I don't know about him.

What is your real name?

I guess it never occurred to me to ask. You meet these guys with these names and you get used to calling them by that.

He laughs.
My real name is Jaxon Slade. Wow! I haven't told anyone that in 6 years.

How did you get the name Writer?

When I first came to the club, the only way anyone knew how to communicate with me was to write everything down. It stayed that way until your sister came here, but the name stuck.

How did you end up coming here?
The questions just start coming.

That's a whole different story. I'll tell you one day, but I don't want it to taint the reason I brought you up here.

Why did you bring me up here?

Besides to tell you exactly how I feel about you?
I nod.
To get you naked of course.
My stank eye returns. He laughs.

Writer sits up on his knees, coming closer to me. My mind gets blank, my mouth gets dry, and my pussy gets wet. His eyes are hooded as he licks his bottom lip, then reaching out to get me naked just like he said. Not only did he tell me how much he loved me out here under the sky, but he also showed me in the many orgasms he gave me.