“Keep me posted. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“Thanks. How’s Tessa doing with the move? Are the kids liking being at your place?”
“She’s doing better. That whole deal with her brother has really messed with her head. It’s going to take some time for her to get past all that. The kids are doing great, though.”
“I still can’t believe that Duce was her brother.”
“Yeah. It was pretty fucked up. I’m glad it’s over. I think we got a good thing going.”
“She seems like she’s fitting in just fine with the guys. They all like her. I’m happy for you, Bishop.”
“Thanks man. That means a lot. You got anything that needs to be brought up in church tonight?” Bishop asked.
“Not that I can think of. Been pretty quiet around here.”
“Thank fuck for that. I’ll see you tonight.” Bishop left and went into his office. He needed to go over some of the invoices the contractor left for him on Saturday. He was pleased with the garage, and he planned to start working on the 1967 Mercury Cougar he had bought several weeks ago.
That night he met with the guys for their monthly meeting and discussed his plans for the garage. They all seemed enthusiastic and ready to get started. They had several bikes they were still working on, but the thought of restoring classic cars got them excited. They also discussed patching in Otis. They all agreed that he had earned it, and they would give him his new patch on Friday at the party. They also agreed that Bulldog still needed to work for his. He was still having issues with his temper, and they knew he wasn’t ready for the responsibility of being a club member.
When Bishop made it home, he found Tessa in the bedroom closet looking through her clothes. He could feel her tension as he walked over to her.
“Whatcha doing?” Bishop asked.
“Trying to figure out what I can wear to school tomorrow. I need something that’s comfortable but dressy enough to wear to work. I can’t wear jogging pants! And it’s stressing me out!”
“You know you don’t have to go back if you aren’t ready. Hell, I don’t care if you ever go back. You can quit if you want to. I make plenty of money for the both of us.”
“I’ve gotta work, Cole. I love my job, and I’m looking forward to seeing my kids tomorrow. It’s just frustrating finding something to wear. I’ll be fine. I’ll just wear one of the outfits my mother brought. I’ll look like an old lady, but as least it’s comfortable.”
“Speaking of old ladies, I’ve got you something.”
“You’ve done enough. It’s really sweet, but you don’t need to keep buying me things.”
“This is something that’s more for me, and it would mean a lot to me if you would accept it.” He took the box from behind his back and placed it in her hands. He gave her a pleading look as she opened it. Behind the white tissue paper, there was a black leather jacket. When she pulled it out of the box, she was able to see the embroidery on the back. There was a Devil Chaser’s patch just like Bishop’s in the center. The words, Property of Bishop, scrolled over the top of the flames.
“You bought me a club jacket?” Tessa asked.
“When you wear it, it means you are my Old Lady. We talked about that before. I plan to put a ring on your finger in the next few months, but I want you to wear this until then.”
“You want me to be your Old Lady?”
“You already are. You just need the jacket to let everyone else know it. So what do you say? You gonna be my Old Lady, or what?” Bishop asked with a sexy grin.
“I will on one condition.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Bishop asked with his eyebrow raised.
“I want you to make love to me tonight. I’ve missed being with you. I need you. You know they say it’s a great stress reliever.” Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him in closer to her.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, and yes, I’m sure.”
“Well then, you’ve got a deal.”
“Well, I guess you have an Old Lady.” Tessa grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
He walked them backwards until his knees hit the bed. He pulled her down with him making her straddle him across his waist.
“You’re on top. I wanna feel you ride my cock with nothing on but that leather jacket. I’m already hard just thinking about it.”
And that’s exactly what she did. It had been over a week since they’d been together. After that night, she would never worry about her scars again. He made sure that she knew just how sexy she really was.