The Thunder Wolves MC - Summer (Book #6)

5

Summer

Waking up the next day, I was honestly surprised Tats was still in bed with me. After I passed out, I was sure he would have snuck out, especially since his own apartment was in the same building, just on the other side of mine. Yeah, I knew him, and his brother moved in. It was a small town, and the club guys liked to talk. Especially when they were drunk, I got all the good gossip. But here he was still lying under me. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed and only had my sheet over us. Slowly I shifted in his arms. Raising up, I rested my head on my hand. He was sound asleep, so I took the opportunity to examine all the tattoos I could see. He was covered in them. The arm that had the tattoo I had drawn for him was resting on his stomach, giving me a good view of it. Whoever had done the tattoo did an amazing job. The tattoos around it made it look as though I was lying in a bed of wildflowers. The flowers wrapped around his arm completely. The top part of his arm was split between two different scenes. Half of his arm was nighttime with the moon and stars. The other side was a sunny day with a couple of clouds. Both connected the bottom part of his arm with me laying in a bed of wildflowers with trees that looked like they surrounded the flower area. The whole thing made it look as though my tattooed self was looking up at the sky while laying in the middle of a forest in a bed of flowers. Overall it looked amazing and was actually impressive work. His chest was covered in several different things that all seemed to be blended nicely. I noticed a few things were things I loved mixed with things he loved. For example, on the left side of his chest was a lioness, which was my favorite animal, with a large black wolf, his favorite. The two of them looked to be playing together. Behind them looked to be a book as though they were both sketches in the book. Wrapped around that was the tail of a dragon that went across to the other side of his chest, wrapping back around slightly. In the very middle of his chest was a large clock that looked as though the dragon was protecting it. The hands on the clock were set to just after ten o'clock. The rest of his chest was covered in different flowers mixed with stars. His abbs had several different scenes that covered his eight-pack. One showed a beach with palm trees and a surfboard sticking in the sand. One was a night scene with a full moon bouncing off a lake that was surrounded by a beach. Then there was one with a skeleton on a motorcycle driving into the sunset. Every scene blended into the next as though they were all connected. There was one more, but I couldn’t see what it was because his hand was covering it. Shifting, I examined his other arm, which was covered from his wrist up to his neck with NightMare Before Christmas images. I couldn’t help but smirk as I looked over that one. I know when we were teenagers, it was both of our favorite movies. It was still mine, and I would guess it was still his as well. 

By the time I was done looking at all of his tattoos, I had decided to get up. He was still sound asleep and didn’t look as though he would be waking up soon. Looking at the clock, it was just after eleven in the morning. Today was my day off, so I wasn’t too worried. I only hoped that he wasn’t supposed to be somewhere today. Slipping out of the bedroom, I walked across the small hall to the bathroom. Turning on the shower before using the restroom and setting a towel out. By the time I was done, the water had heated up, and I climbed in. I took my time making sure I was clean and that my hair was washed before climbing out. Wrapping the towel around me before I used my hairdryer on my hair while brushing out the tangles. When I was done, I made my way out to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Since I lived alone, I had developed a habit of walking around basically naked. No one was here to see me, and I had a lock on my door, so I had to let you in when I was home. My dad learned a long time ago to call me first before simply coming over and definitely knock first before walking in. Well, the knocking part he learned when I still lived with my parents. I had a habit of simply stripping down to just my underwear if I was hot in my bedroom. And since my door would be closed, no one could see me. 

While the coffee got going, I made my way back to the bedroom, picking up our discarded clothes on the way. I set his clothes in a pile at the end of the bed and tossed mine in the basket to be washed later. The clock now said it was almost noon, and he was still sleeping. I decided I should try and wake him up just in case. I would hate for him to get in trouble if he was supposed to be somewhere. I would also hate for his brother to be worried about him since he didn’t go home last night and had left his bike here. And his brother didn’t know he was just down the hall. I stared at him a moment, watching him sleep, then decided the best course of action. Removing my towel, I tossed it in the basket then carefully climbed on the bed. Climbing over the top of him, the only thing between us was the sheet that still covered him from the waist down. With one leg on either side of him, I leaned down carefully. I wasn’t sure if he was someone that would come up swinging when woken up or not, so I made sure to be ready if he did. Lightly I pressed my lips to his then pulled back. He didn’t move, so I moved down farther. Kissing down his neck, earning me a moan and his hands moving to my sides. Pulling back, I smiled down at him. His eyes weren’t completely open, but he was awake. “It is almost noon.” Grunting, he nodded, then his grip on me tightened, and in one quick move, he rolled us over, pinning me to the bed. His arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “MMM...You smell good.” Giggling, I shook my head, “Yeah, it’s called taking a shower.” I tried pushing him off me, but he only tightened his hold around me and buried his face farther into my neck. “Five more minutes.” His lips moved against my skin as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. I shook my head, “Nope, I promised to take my mom to lunch today for her birthday since I have been working all week and didn’t get to see her on her birthday.” Groaning, he slowly rolled back over, pulling me with him, so I was now leaning over him again. Leaning down, I pecked him on the lips pulling back before he could turn my peck into something more. “Come on, I have coffee, and your brother is probably wondering where you are.” Sighing, he nodded, “Maybe he will be in a better mood today since Lizzy is supposed to be back in town.” Ah yes, I forgot for a moment his twin brother was crushing on my best friend, and she was crushing on him right back. I sighed slightly, letting my smile fall a little. “Yeah, about that, I have to warn you he breaks her heart, and her brother and father will be the least of his worries. She has been through some s**t in the last year, and I don’t think she could take it if she got her heart broken again.” He nodded, “I will do my best to keep an eye on him.” I nodded, “Good because I am warning you now I have no issues cutting his man parts off if he hurts my best friend.” He nodded his understanding. I nodded once and climbed out of bed, walking into my closet to get dressed. 

By the time I was dressed and walking back out of the closet, he had found his clothes and was fully dressed again and pulling on his boots. With it being a nice day out, I chose to wear a pair of jean shorts with a halter top that showed a small portion of my stomach. With this outfit, all three of the tattoos I have were all on display. Along with the one on my back, I had a pink rose on my right ankle. Lizzy and I decided before she left for California we would get best friend tattoos. I got the pink rose because pink was her favorite color, and roses were her favorite flower. She had a bright yellow daisy on her right ankle because my favorite color was yellow, and my favorite flowers were daisies. I also had a small black heart just above my left waistline. This one had a meaning that only my mother knew about. My father wasn’t even aware of the meaning behind this tattoo. Hell, he didn’t even know the situation behind it had ever even happened. No one but my mother and Lizzy’s mother, who was a doctor, knew about it. I was glad that out of all the secrets they kept over the years, that one had been one of them. Although I don’t think Lizzy’s mom could legally tell anyone about it because she had seen me as a doctor and not as my mother’s friend. As for my mom, I think she understood me not wanting to talk about it. She had gone through something similar before Clara had been born. Our situations had been drastically different. My mother had to endure a lot before losing her baby. I, on the other hand, had been young and didn’t know I had even been pregnant until I was in the middle of miscarrying. In some ways, I was glad I hadn’t had a baby at the time, but on the other hand, it still hurt. But my body simply rejected the pregnancy ending it before it got too far in. Blair, Lizzy’s mom, estimated I had only been five weeks along at the time. With the miscarriage, my mom is also the only one that knows about Mark and my summer fling. She also knew about the tattoo I had designed him and that the one on my back was in memory of that summer. She didn’t know about the initials mixed in. I did well to disguise them as lines in the design. Not long after losing my baby, I asked my mom for the heart because even though I didn’t want everyone in the world to know, I wanted something that could represent the little one's life. Understanding my mom was happy to give me the tattoo. And with it being a simple heart, no one ever asked if there was a meaning behind it because why would there be meaning behind a little black heart? And that was my first tattoo, the second being the one on my back, and then the third, of course, was the rose.