About half way through my tattoo, Darren speaks up. "So how's your hand?"

"Just fractured," I answer. "The doc bandaged It."

"The doc?" He questions, laughing.

"Bear," I murmur.

"Cute," he comments.

"Jason's face is worse though," I state. "His nose is broken in three places."

"Holy crap," Darren says. "Note to self, don't fuck with Danny."

"That's right," I mutter.

"How you feeling?" He asks, stopping to wipe my tattoo.

"I'm good," I murmur. "I thought it was gonna hurt more."

"It's not as bad as everyone makes it out to be," he states. "Your actually getting it in one of the worse places."

"Jesus."

30 minutes later...

"All done," Darren says, wiping it.

I stare in shock at it.

"A bear," I whisper.

"I was hesitant on doing it," Darren says, fiddling with his fingers. "But you said I could do anything I wanted."

"No, I love it," I murmur.

"I thought it just described Mitchell to a tee," Darren says. "A bear cause of his nickname and the forest cause it's cold like his personality."

I giggle. "I get it."

"On the house too," he states. "Since you let me tattoo your virgin skin."

"You brothers are the best," I say.

"Yes the Roberts are unique," he comments. "Let's bandage it up and then you can go."

Once he did that and we said our goodbyes, I head back to the apartment. Bear was there, lounging on the couch.

"Hey," I say, leaning down to kiss him.

"Hey," he grunts. I get into his lap and start running my fingers through his hair. His tense shoulders start to relax, as he lets his head fall back on the couch.

"Bad day?" I question. He grunts again. "Do you wanna see my tattoo?"

His eyes pop open. "You got a tattoo?"

"Yeah," I chirp. He flinches.

"Well show me," he sighs.

I show him my wrist and he grabs it gently, his eyes staring blankly at the ink. Did he like it!?

"Why?" He asks.

"Well, I told Darren that I didn't know what I wanted, and he said he had a good idea and I just told him to do it," I ramble. "And that's what he did. I love it because it reminds me of you, and well I love you so-" he covers my mouth with his hand.

"I like it," he says.

I smile behind his hand. He takes it away and grabs the back of my neck, bringing me down to kiss me.

"Darren said I had to shower, when I got home," I whisper against his lips. I laugh, as he wraps my legs around him and stands up. He takes us to the bathroom, where he puts me on the sink. He grabbed the my hand (that was injured) and takes off the bandaging.

Most of the swelling was gone now.

He then takes off the wrap that Darren put on me, before pulling my sundress over my head. He strips his shirt and pants off, letting me see that he went commando today.

Not complaining.

He places soft kisses on my shoulder, as he unclasped my bra and pulled down my underwear. He pulls away, for only a second to turn the shower on. I giggle as he picks me up again and places me in the shower. He kisses my skin, while I run my fingers through his wet hair. The water runs over us, as we hold each other.

"Let me wash you," I murmur. He grunts and pulls away. I grab the body wash and my purple exfoliator and start washing his chest. "Why were you so tense earlier?" I ask.

He grunts. "It was nothing."

I look him right in the eye. "I thought you were gonna be more open with me?"

He huffs. "I got fired from Walmart."

I stop scrubbing him. "Why?"

"One of the employees, complained about the fact they didn't feel comfortable around someone who'd been to jail," he mutters. "I didn't help, since I never talked to them, but it's whatever."

"I can help you find a job," I whisper.

"No it's okay," he says. "I actually got something going on."

"What?" I ask. I squirt shampoo in my palm and start rubbing into Bear's hair. He closes his eyes, humming.

He likes me washing his hair.

"Mac found me a job fixing cars," Bear grumbles.

"That's awesome," I squeal. Bear flinches. "Sorry." He gets under the water, washing the shampoo out of his hair. "When do you start?" I ask.

"Next Monday," he answers.

I hand him the shampoo bottle, and he just chucks it away, claiming my lips with his. He pushes me against the shower wall and I moan, as his hand goes down and he starts pulling on my clit.

"Please," I beg. He smirks against my lips. I sigh in relief as I feel him pushing his cock into me. It was nice and slow. It was like he was making love to me all over again. I start placing kisses on his neck. "I love you, Mitch."

He grunts. "I love you too."

"Put me down," I whisper.

He frowns and does so, slipping out of me. I take his hand, all the while turning the shower off and leading him into his bedroom. I sit him on the bed and get on top of him. I kiss him and position his dick, so I could slip in easily.

"I don't want you to make love to me," I murmur. I kiss up to his ear. "I want you to fuck me."

He growls and switches us, so he was on top. He positions my legs over his shoulders as he pounds into me. I had to grip onto my thighs, so I didn't slip away.

The pleasure I was feeling was indescribable.