Soul-Mates Forever (7 page)

When I walk in the door I see Shane standing at the bar talking with the bartender. He gives me a sad look and tilts his head over to the far side of the room and there sits my hot rocker, sitting in a booth and looking like he’s two sheets to the wind. I slowly walk up to Shane and smile slightly.

“Be easy on him, Pax. He’s had a hard and rough life and doesn’t know how to handle kindness very well. You kind of sprung it on him when you probably should have discussed it with him first. He’s a proud man and is having a really hard time with this.” I nod and swallow hard. He lays his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “I know you’re just used to doing what you want, getting what you want. I don’t mean that unkindly.” I shake my head. “But he’s used to having nothing or used to getting what he needs with his hard work. He loves you, you know? He wants to take care of you, not the other way around.” He wipes off some of my newly falling tears from my cheek, and I swallow again.
Oh. My. God. He loves me. I have so screwed this up, royally. I just hope he won’t leave me. I would die.
“When you’re ready, I’ll help you get him to your car. He ain’t riding his bike tonight. I’ll take it home with me.”

Sniffing, I throw myself at him. He hugs me back and pats my back. I look up at him and sniff again. “Thank you, Shane. You’re a good friend. I guess I’m learning the hard way. I didn’t mean anything by it. I hope it’s not too late.”

He leans down and whispers, “It’s not. He loves you too much. You just need to slow down making any hasty decisions where Tuck is concerned. Let him be the man. His pride is hurting right now.” I nod again and am pushed gently in Tuck’s direction. As I walk I look over my shoulder and smile slightly. Shane winks at me and returns talking to the bartender. What a great friend. Not only to Tuck, but to me. Shit, that makes me cry harder.

As I get nearer to the table I can see he’s just sitting there, a hand around a beer bottle and swaying, faintly, in his seat. Shit, I caused that. I stop in front of him and watch as his eyes look up. They’re all glazed over and half open. “Wha, ya came here to buy me a fwucking beer too?” He looks down and takes a big swig of beer then slams the bottle down. “I don’t weed a hand out. I got mwoney.” He reaches in his pocket and takes out a wad of money and throws it on the table.

I try to touch his arm, but he pulls away. “May I sit down? Please?” Without looking at me, he shrugs and cocks his head to the seat across from him. I take a seat and place my hands in my lap waiting to see if he will say anything. I’m so scared I’m losing him. I’m such a stupid bitch.

Finally, after a few minutes and more drinks from his beer, he looks at me again. “What? What do you want, pwincesses? I’m just a poor man twying to make it in this life. What is if you want?” His slurring is getting worse as he drinks more, and he looks as if he’s about ready to pass out.

Right then a waitress walks over and places several waters on the table, one in front of me, and a pot of coffee with a mug. She winks and walks away. Tuck looks at the table and pushes all the waters to the side and the coffee to me. “Don’t wanna any of that shit. Will ruin my buzz,” he slurs.

I clear my throat and his eyes jump to mine. I can tell he has a hard time focusing. “I’m sorry.” He gives me a ‘Pfttt’ as he sways in his seat. “No, really! I’m very, very sorry. I had no right to do those things today. I’m… I’m not used to anyone taking care of me either, well, money wise I am but not anything else. I don’t… I don’t know how to stop.” He rolls his eyes awkwardly at me. I sniff and the tears start again. “I’m sorry, Tuck. I will take the car back in the morning. I will tell the agent I don’t want the house.” I’m crying full fledge now. “I can’t be in that car or live in that house without you. I don’t want to lose you!”

I cover my face with my hands and weep. The seat next to me dips, and I am knocked over when Tuck stumbles into me. “Oh!” I yell. Strong hands pull me up and encase me in a hug.

“No. I sowy, beauty. My stubborn pwide got me all riled up. Don’t cwy,” Tuck whispers in my hair, his finger wiping under my eyes. Sniffling I hug him harder and kiss his cheek. His face moves, his mouth finding mine. Instantly, I open my mouth, and his tongue invades. Damn, even with the taste of beer and hard liquor he tastes magnificent. His mouth leaves mine. His cheek begins to rub against mine. “Don’t weave me, I’m sowy. Pwease, pwease, I wove you.”

My head jerks back, my smile huge. My lips are moist from his kiss and the fresh tears streaming over it. He smiles, leans in and licks some of the tears from my mouth. I open my mouth on his and whisper, “I love you too, my sexy rocker man.” I’m pushed back onto the seat. Tuck is leaning over me and kissing the hell outta me.

I’m suddenly chilled as the warmth of his body is gone. I open my eyes to see Shane holding onto Tuck by his arm. Tuck is swaying a lot. My poor rocker God. I sit up and straighten my clothes and stand before them.F

“I think it’s time to get my mate home, don’t you?” He winks.

“Mate! Isn’t she fwucking beautifwal? She’s so fwucking special.” Tuck slurs at Shane, who cringes with what I imagine is his lovely smelling breath. I have to stifle a laugh. At least, I can laugh, now.

I put my arm around Tuck’s waist and he grabs my butt cheek and squeezes. “Oh!” I squeal. He leans in and kisses my face.

Shane starts laughing. “I think I’ll follow you home. You’ll need help getting him up the stairs.” We start walking, more like stumbling with Tuck and Shane yells over at the bar. “Lock up, mate.” He gets a nod, and we head for the door. We stumble all the way to my car, almost falling down several times. Tuck is laughing so hard it’s making it harder to keep him upright. After many attempts, we finally get him in the passenger seat and buckled in. Once I’ve gotten in, buckled up and started the car, he keeps putting his hand on my leg, on my arm, then leaning over and kissing on my neck. Ugh! I’m gonna have an accident.

Finally, after having to stop a few times to get Tuck to stop and stay still, I pull up in the driveway. I run around the car just in time to open it and try to catch Tuck as he falls out. We both land in the grass, his weight crushing me and the wind is knocked clean out of me. “Ompfh!” His fist lands against my eye, hard, as we fell. I am blinking away the stinging tears when his weight is removed. I try to look up, squinting, and see Shane with Tuck over his shoulder passed out cold. Shane reaches his hand down, and I grab it. When he gets me pulled up into a standing position, he lifts my chin with his hand, and he shakes his head.

“Shit, girl. He do that?” I nod.
My left eye is freaking killing me.
“Come on let’s get dumbfuck and you upstairs. I’ll put some ice on that eye as soon as I get him into bed.” He pulls on my hand and leads me up the stairs. Once I unlock the door and open it for him, he walks in and turns to me. Tuck is hanging from his shoulder, his arms waving loosely around. “Where ya want him?” I point down the hall to the bedroom and Shane takes off.

I get some ice cubes from the freezer and place them in a dish towel. I cringe when I press it against my eye, it’s so cold and stings. I look up to see Shane walking into the kitchen. He takes the ice from me and presses it gently on my eye. “Ow!” I say quietly.

“Yep, gonna be a helluva shiner in the morning. Tuck’s gonna be pissed that he did that.” He presses it again gently. “He won’t forgive himself for that easily. He’d rather cut off his right arm than hurt you, ya know?” I nod and sniff as the tears start again. “Now, now. It’s good to know just how much you are in someone’s world. Puts things in perspective, right?”

My hand lies over his, and I smile. “Thanks, Shane. You’re a great friend, um, mate.” Smiling he kisses my forehead. He hands me the ice pack and pats my shoulder.

“Might want to get a good night’s sleep, he’s gonna pay like hell for the hangover tomorrow. I’ll let Buck know he won’t be in and rearrange his customer’s for him. Night.” He walks to the door and leaves me standing in the kitchen staring at him. What a guy. I’m so happy that Allie has such a great husband and am proud to call him my friend too.

* * *

PING. PING. PING. PING. What the fuck? Oh. My. God. My hands instantly cover my head. There are jackhammers drilling in my temples. Fuck!

PING. PING. PING. SLAM! Shut. The. Fuck. UP! I hit my phone and silence the alarm. “OHHHHH!” I moan. SHHHH, shit. Be the fuck quiet. I roll over and hit a soft body. One of my eyes opens in a slit and I see my beauty. I sit up quickly and almost throw up. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I scream. My hands quickly grab my head. FUCK! That hurt like hell. Pax rolls over so fast in alarm, that she rolls right off the bed. THUD! I climb over to the edge of the bed and look down to see her rubbing her head, her other hand covering her bruised and swollen eyes. I reach down, take her hand and pull her up and onto the bed. My hands cup her face, my eyes searching all over it and land on her only good and opened eye. “Who in the fuck did this to you? I want a name, NOW!” She jumps when I yell. FUCK! I take her in my arms and rub her back. “Sorry, sorry!” I move back slightly and look at her black eye. “Who did it? Where were you? Wait!” My fuzzy mind is starting to recall the bar. Oh, yeah. I got plastered, and she came for me. She came for me. Holy shit! She said she loved me. I pull her into my arms again and hug her hard.

Without a word, I take her hand and pull her down the hall and into the kitchen. My head feels like it’s gonna explode right off my neck. I. Want. To. Die. I lift her up and set her on the counter, grab a dish towel and put some ice in it from the freezer. Pressing it gently against her eye, I kiss the other one, her nose and then her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moans against my mouth. I finally release it and look at her. She’s still beautiful even with a black eye. My poor beauty. “Tuck. Promise you won’t get mad?”
Ok, that doesn’t sound good.
“Promise?”
Fuck, how can I say no to that?

“Ok, I’ll promise I’ll try not to get mad or at least control my anger, how’s that?” I say with a smile. She nods and hops off the counter holding the ice pack to her eye.

“Well, um, how much do you remember about last night?” She asks quietly. How much do I remember? Shit, we left the bar, Shane helped get me in my beauty’s car. I do remember trying to fondle her all the way home. I have to smile, my best memory so far. We get home and I kind of remember that I had a really fucking hard time getting my damn seat belt unfastened.

“Tuck, babe, look at me.” My concentration on events is making my head hurt worse. I look at my beauty and shrug. She sets down the ice pack on the counter and places both hands on my shoulders. “When you were getting out of my car, you kinda, um, passed out and fell on top on me on the grass. Your hand accidentally hit me. BUT, I’m ok, really, I’m fine,” she says in one breath and quickly.

WHAT? I turn and slam my fist into the wall. “FUCK!” I scream as I hold my hurt hand. She tries to console me, but I turn around and then back again. “I FUCKING HURT MY GIRL, MY GIRL!” I start pacing in front of the kitchen. “What the fuck is wrong with me. I hurt my girl’s feelings, then I punch her? Now, I’m a fucking woman hitter? Fuck!” I’m screaming so loudly that I stop and take my head in my hands.

My head whips around and I walk quickly straight towards her, causing her to back up a step. When I reach her I cup her face between my hands. “Beauty, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose or even when I’m drinking. I’m not a hitter. Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you or let anyone else. Please tell me I didn’t… Please…” I beg.

She throws herself at me. Her fingers entangle in my hair as her mouth crashes to mine, her tongue invading my mouth quickly and searching. Her mouth presses hard against mine and she moans into my mouth. God. I can’t get enough of her. I feel the loss when she releases my mouth but keeps ahold of me with her hands on each side of my head, her fingers still in my hair. “Hey, I know you’d never hurt me. It. Was. An. Accident. Truly it was.” One of her hands moves to my hurt one. “Now, you’ve hurt yourself… For me.” Her good eye looks into mine, and she smiles. “My hero.”

She leads me to the counter, grabs another dish rag from the drawer and pulls me to the freezer. After wrapping ice in it, she places it on my hand. “Stay here,” she says kissing me quickly. She walks around the corner and comes back with a bottle of aspirin and pours a glass of water. My mouth opens as she pops a couple of the pills in my mouth, then she holds the glass to my lips, and I drink it all down. “There, my hero. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. I think more sleeping is in order.” She leads me down the hall and pushes me down onto the bed, then gets in and snuggles close to me. I wrap my arm around my beauty and think about how much I love her as I doze off.

When I awake I check the clock to see it’s four in the afternoon. Shit, I slept hard but my head feels better. My hand reaches out to find my beauty’s side empty. Yawning, I breathe in and smell the most delicious aroma. Quickly, I change into some clean jeans and throw on a t-shirt and head to the kitchen to find my beauty and whatever the fuck is making that awesome smell. I stop in my tracks and watch Pax dancing in the kitchen. Ear buds in her ears, her long blonde beautiful hair high up in a ponytail hanging down to her mid back and swinging with her movements. She’s so fucking cute.

Then the most amazing thing happened. She sings. She fucking has a hot sexy singing voice. How had I not heard her before? If I wasn’t sure we were soul-mates before I totally believe it now. We are made for each other.

I walk into the kitchen and startle her when she turns and bumps into me. I grab her arms to steady her, my mouth automatically zoning onto hers. I can hear her music playing from her buds as my tongue plunges into her mouth. She moans from deep within and that sets me off even more. My cock is trying to bust out of my jeans to get at her hot pussy. I have to stop, but not sure if I can. I want her so much.

Finally, I pull back a little and press my forehead against hers. We’re both panting heavily, her arms around my waist. She reaches up and smooth’s my face with her fingers, so gentle, so lovingly. “I want you, my sexy rocker. I want you so bad right now,” she whispers.
Fuck. Me.