"Look Tara, I just got some things I gotta take care of ok? Things have gotten complicated and…" he paused, "Look, I'll call you when I can ok?" he said.
"Yeah, gotcha" Tara said dejectedly.
"Bye." He flipped his phone shut and started his bike, knowing exactly where he needed to go.
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Thirty minutes later he pulled into her driveway and killed the engine, he hopped off his bike and grabbed the bottle from his bag before heading to the door. He rang the doorbell. She answered shortly and he took in her appearance, her make-up was smudged and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun. She was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of basketball shorts. She just stared at him; he lifted the bottle of Jack.
"After a bad day I find that this helps." She didn't say anything; she simply left the door open and headed back into the house, he followed as she made her way into the kitchen. She stood on her tip-toes and reached into a high cabinet, getting out two shot glasses. She set tem downon the counter in front of him, so he opened the bottle and poured them each a shot. He set the bottle down on the counter not bothering to replace the cap. She quickly downer her shot before he even had a chance to grab his glass. She stood there silently while he took his shot. He reached for the bottle pouring them each another shot. He took his, she didn't. He stared at her for a minute, his mind going back to the events that had happened earlier that day. He had been harsh, maybe said a little too much, but she hadn't backed down and everything got out of hand. Sensing what was going through his mind she spoke up.
"You don't scare me you know." He was surprised, he hadn't been expecting that. "Yeah sure you get outta control sometimes, do things that some would consider crossing the line, but we all do don't we?" he rested both his hands on the counter behind him, laying his head against the cabinet. She came to stand in front of him. "I'm not gonna throw everything away just because of sheathings you've done in the past."
He brought his eyes to meet hers. He saw mixed emotions, sadness, happiness, excitement, fear, he couldn't figure her out. Why him? She could probably have any guy she wanted, why did she choose to put up with him, with all his drama and baggage? She took a step towards him and brought her hands up to his chest, leaving them to rest there. He didn't budge. She stood up on her tip-toes and gently kissed him on the lips, then turned to walk away. He quickly grabbed her wrist and she stopped, turning to look at him. Confusion, hope, fear, want, need, that's what he saw. He gently tugged her towards him and kissed her. It took her a second but then she responded, kissing him back. Seeing this as a good sign, he depended the kiss, pressing himself into her, she gladly accepted. He grabbed her by the waist and spun them around so her back was against the counter. Their kiss grew hungrier and he lifted her so she was sitting on the counter. Her hands reached to the under his shirt and began to explore the skin underneath. She felt every muscle and every scar. She brought her hands down to the hem of his shirt and they broke their kiss only long enough for him to shrug off his cut and yank his shirt over his head. They continued for a few more minutes before he finally pulled back. He turned around and walked to the other side of the kitchen. She watched his back as he stood there; she hopped down and walked over to him. She stopped when she reached him and began tracing his tattoo. He stiffened at her touch, but then relaxed. When she finished she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him.
"You're a package deal" she mumbled.
"What?" he asked, turning to face her. She stepped back from him.
"You and the club, you're a package deal, can't get one with the other." He smiled.
"Yeah, it's always been like that."
"So I either get all of you, including the club, or none of you." He stood there for a second as she looked at him with a serious expression. He sighed and looked down at the floor; he didn't know what to say. She took a step forward and grabbed his hand.
"I'm not scared" she said. He stared at her for a second before the full meaning of what she said hit him and that was all he needed to hear. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. This kiss was hungrier than the first and more forceful. They both seemed to be battling for control before she quickly pulled away. With a sly smile she grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the bedroom, the bottle of jack sat forgotten.
