“Sure. They’re darlings. Go and have a bath. I’m sure you can need it with everything that’s going on.”
“Thanks, honey.” Eva turned away going toward the stairs. Taking the stairs one at a time, she ran fingers through her hair as she climbed to the top floor. This floor was Tiny’s floor. She’d redecorated the place over a year ago to more of her liking. When Tiny stayed here on his own, he’d settled on black walls and a white ceiling. Now the space was light, airy, and perfect for her to stay inside.
Closing the door behind her, she started to remove some of the jewelry he’d given her over the years. Placing them in a drawer, she caught sight of her reflection. She looked tired and worn.
Wearing makeup had never appealed to her, and she didn’t bother with cosmetic products now. Moving in close she inspected her eyes and her lips. There weren’t any signs of wrinkles on her face yet. What would Tiny think of her when she was older? Would she be fighting with the next generation to get her man to stick beside her?
She wasn’t under any illusions about her man. Tiny had cheated on his first wife repeatedly. Alex, his former brother-in-law, assured her that Tiny hadn’t strayed. She believed him.
When they hadn’t been dating, she’d seen the difference in Tiny when he slept with a sweet-butt and when he did not. The guilt was easy to see on his face.
“You’re not old,” she said, glaring at her reflection. She didn’t know why these insecurities were coming back to her. Eva wasn’t the oldest old lady within the club. Rose was, Hardy’s woman.
Shaking her head, she walked toward the bathroom. Putting the plug into the bath, she turned the hot water on and started to fill the tub. Striping her clothes off, she let out a sigh.
“You know, I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked,” Tiny said.
Spinning around, she saw her man leaning up against the doorframe.
“I thought you’d be celebrating with the others. You’ve got a meeting and a vote to do tonight.”
She didn’t cover her body from his gaze. The moment she did, he’d start to ask why, and she wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.
“Angel and Lash have a lot of people greeting them. I’m not needed downstairs. I’m needed here, with you. I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours. Something is clearly bothering you.” He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing well defined abs covered in ink. Licking her lips, she averted her gaze in order to keep herself sane while she was around him. Whenever Tiny got naked, she struggled to make sense of any of her thoughts. “Tell me what’s going on.”
He took a step into the room, tugging on her hands. She stumbled against him, and any thought she was having, disappeared at the feel of him.
“Come on, baby. Talk to me. You’re my woman, my wife, my old lady. You don’t need to keep this shit from me.” He placed a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
Biting her lip, she stared into his eyes. “I’m scared, Tiny.”
“The club, Gonzalez, you. I can’t stop being scared, and pretending I’m not scared is harder than anything else.” She pulled out of his arms and turned to stop the water running into the bath.
“That’s not all, is it?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Then tell me everything that’s going on in that crazy brain of yours.” His hands went to her hips, tugging her back against him. She felt the roughness of his denim rubbing against her ass. Closing her eyes, she wanted to give herself to him, but her fear held her back. Most of the time she relented and gave in to the passion he stirred within her. Tiny had been different with Gonzalez. She sensed the worry within him as well. When Tate ended up in a coma because of his decision, it had almost broken him. Tiny didn’t want to make the wrong decision and cost someone his life.
“Just stupid shit, Tiny. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
“When it comes to you, I worry.” He muttered the words against her head. “Tell me. I can help you.”
Letting out a sigh, she turned in his arms.
“I was thinking about what happens when I get older.” She chanced a look up at him.
He chuckled. “You’re worried about getting old?”
“Yeah, you don’t exactly have a great track record with being faithful to other women.”
She made to turn away, but he caught hold of her chin and forced her to look at him.
“I’ll have you know I’ve been completely faithful to you. I refuse to look at another fucking woman.” His arm banded around her back, cupping her ass. Tiny squeezed the flesh, moaning as he did. “This is the ass I want to squeeze, and fuck. You, Eva, you’re the woman I want in my bed, the only woman I want in my life. I don’t care how old you get. You’re mine, and I’ll never fucking stray from you.” He leaned down, slamming his lips against hers. She melted against him, never wanting to let him go.