Syverson

Chapter Fourteen

Syverson

I let my fingertips glide over Vix's naked sleeping body. She was laying on her tummy, hugging a pillow under her head, and her cute round ass was bare to the ceiling. She was too hard to resist. My fingers traced the tattooed line up the back of her leg up to those pink bows. She broke out in goosebumps as I went, making me chuckle at how responsive she was, even asleep.

I looked at her other tattoos. She had an Elvis tattoo on her shoulder blade, which made me laugh since Elvis had died even before I was born. She had a rockabilly looking voodoo doll on her other shoulder, and a rose on her neck, just below her hairline.

I couldn't see my favourite one right now. Vix had two cherries hidden away below her panty line right near her hip bone. Sometimes I wondered if someone else had told her she tasted like cherries. I tried not to think about it too much. Right now, I knew she was mine, and that was that.

For over a month, Vix had spent most of the days she wasn't working at my apartment. She kept clothes here, her toothbrush, shampoo and that sweet-smelling body butter she used.

I was used to missing girlfriends, but it felt different with Vix. I don't know what it was about her. I don't know if I would have lasted twenty years in the army if I had known she was waiting at home for me. I sure as shit wouldn't have been able to concentrate on half the stuff I had been supposed to do. I know leaving her would have been harder than it had been when I'd left other women behind. Maybe it was because I was getting older that I wanted to hang onto her. The thought of ever leaving her hurt me in ways I wasn't used to.

There were many things Vix made me feel that I wasn't used to. I ain't never been called Daddy like she did. She was independent and strong, and I've always needed my women to be like that. Part of the reason my parent's marriage had failed was that my mother couldn't be without a man. It's also why we had moved around a lot. She was always chasing some man.

Vix was strong, but she had a vulnerability that made me want to protect her in a way that I hadn't wanted to before. I wanted to keep her safe from everything and everyone. I even started to get angry at Softy lately when he paid too much attention to her. It scared me to think about what I would do if I ever saw Macca or Rob again.

Vix stirred and stretched. She opened her pretty big hazel eyes and caught me staring. "Hey, Noah." Her voice croaked, still half asleep.

"Mornin' Darlin'," I replied.

Making a little content hum in her throat, she snuggled into me, pressing her face into my chest. "You're so warm."

"You cold, Kitten?"

"A little," she replied. That was probably my fault. I had lowered the blanket to look at her. I pulled the blanket back up and snuggled into her.

Summer was almost over, which was a relief. It was so hot here. I had thought about shaving my beard off, but Vix had talked me out of it. Well, when I mentioned it, she had just stuck her bottom lip out, and that was enough for me not to do it. I threatened a few more times to get her to pout again. She made me bone up when she did that. Fuck, thinking about it now made my dick stand up, and we didn't have time for that now.

"C'mon Vix. We better get a move on," I said.

"Can't we go next week? Or next month. Or never." Vix mumbled into my chest. I could feel her soft lips move against my skin. God damn. Everything she did made me want to fuck her.

I chuckled, "she can't be that bad."

"She's not bad at all. I just don't want to go."

"Let's go, Vix. I got her a present and everything."