Outlaw Women

Better to Seek Forgiveness than Permission

Ashlyn’s POV:
With only three weeks until Christmas, I was ready to get back to Georgia and off the road for a while. While Luke had been done with his tour for a couple weeks, I had decided to stay on with Brantley simply because I couldn't imagine not being with him for even a day. There was a shit ton worth of stuff I needed to be doing at home as far as Christmas shopping and decorating but that just didn't hold as much appeal as spending my days on the bus with Brantley. Luckily though, tonight's show in Charlotte was the last one of the year. After the show tonight, Brantley and I are heading straight back to Georgia, though I didn't know if we were crashing at my place or his. It honestly didn't matter to me. But I would be lying if I said I didn't want to at least spend at least night at my place while I was home. Since moving in, I’ve literally spent one night there and that was the day that Chase had helped me move my things and just before I went out on tour with Luke and started this thing with B. 

When he had been home a month or so ago, we had stayed at Brantley’s, only coming over to my place to get some clothes and such. Since I haven’t been there, all my things are pretty much still packed into the moving boxes they had been in before I left. To say my home looked like I was a drifter would be an understatement. 

“Penny for your thoughts.” said Brantley, startling me. He had been in the living area of the bus hanging out with Ben and PJ while I had been in the back supposedly resting.

“Just thinking about my place. I had just moved before I went out on the road for this tour so as you saw, all my things are still packed up. I really need to get them put away and my house in some sort of order while we're home.” I said propping my chin on my hand and looking at Brantley as he leaned against the door frame. 

“Orrrr,” said Brantley as he stalked towards me and climbed onto the bed, pinning me to the mattress with his hips. “You could just move them to my place since they are already packed up.” 

“B-” I started, but was cut off when he placed his lips over mine, effectively shutting me up. 

“No sense in paying rent at your place when I want you at mine at all times baby girl.” said Brantley as he broke the kiss. 

“Thats a big step B. You sure were ready for that?” I asked nervously. Was I insane for wanting this? Was it too fast?

“Baby, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you in my bed every night when I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up. I want you baking cookies in my kitchen with my mama and sister in law. I want you decorating my house with all the Christmas shit that your little heart desires. I want it all with you and only you baby. Move in with me.” said B.

“What will your mama say about this? B, we have only been together a little over a month.” I said, voicing my concerns. I didn't want to admit that I was just a tad bit scared of making that big of a commitment just yet. Which made absolutely zero sense since I had jumped at the chance to have his BG logo tattooed on me in such a big way.  

“Are you kidding? Mama loves you just as much as I do. She’ll be ecstatic if you move in. Though I’m sure that us living together is all it's going to take for her to start back in on me about giving her grandbabies.” said Brantley, rolling his hips and pressing his cock against my core. Even though he and I had just gone at one another not even an hour ago, I was ready for more.  

“I mean, it's sure as hell fun to practice but B, I don't think you and I are ready to be parents just yet.” I said. Hell, I didn't even know if I wanted to have babies and here we were talking about kids.   

“I ain't getting any younger baby.” said Brantley, once again rolling his hips and rubbing himself where I wanted him the most. “But if it makes you feel better, we can shelve this idea for now. The moving in with me though is still on the table.”