Rainbow by K.L. Savage

One month later

“Well, this sucks,” I mutter as I stand in the middle of what used to be my motel room. I’ve been living in my own little world with Rainbow and completely forgot about my piece of shit place I never checked out of. When I finally remembered that I didn’t always live with Rainbow, I nearly choked.

How the hell did I become so absentminded? Apparently, I didn’t care for any of the things I had because I didn’t miss it one bit.

And now that I’m here, I’m kind of sad. A journey of being alone has come to an end. I stand in the middle of what used to be my life: all those ratty apartments and motels and run-down places. Part of me will miss the resilience I had to develop living in places like that. It’s bittersweet, but I wish I would have appreciated it more.

The hurricane wiped the entire complex away. All I’m standing on is a concrete slab.

“I’m sorry, Sassafras. I know that stuff meant something to you.” Rainbow wraps his arms around me from the back and places his chin on my shoulder. He has to bend down every time to do that.

“It’s not that. I mean, I guess it is, but I always felt so alone. I felt sorry for myself. I never took the time to appreciate how far I came on my own without anyone, you know? I never had a chance to lean on anyone. So I was very proud of that.”

“Well, I’m proud of you every damn second of every damn day.” He kisses the side of my neck, and I giggle.

I spin around in his arms. “You have to say that. You’re biased.”

“Damn fucking right I am,” he grins before claiming my mouth in a heated kiss. “I want to bend you over my bike and fuck you so bad.”

“Rainbow,” I gasp his name from the image he just put into my head. “Now? In the middle of the day?”

“No. I’m not risking anyone seeing what’s mine. Plus, I made us an appointment somewhere, and we need to go to it now.”

I narrow my eyes at him. I haven’t heard anything about this supposed appointment. “Where?”

He tugs me to the Harley and hands me the helmet. “You’ll see. Get that fat fucking ass on my bike right now.”

I scoff. “That is not a way you talk to a lady.” I press the clip together under my chin as I put on the helmet.

“Good thing I’m not fucking a lady then,” he fires back. Cheeky bastard.

I smirk while I mount the bike. I make a show of it, slowly swinging my leg over, arching my back, sticking my ass out, then giving it a little slap.

His fists squeeze together at his sides, and the muscle in his sharp jaw flexes. “You’re a damn tease.” Rainbow finally gets on the bike and starts the rumbling engine. The vibrations from the engine turn me on and always leave me half-hard.

I run my fingers down his chest and cup his bulging cock through his jeans. “And you love it.”

“I do. I must like being tortured.”

I smile as I press my cheek against his back, and we pull away from my old life. I close my eyes and embrace the freedom as the wind lashes around me while we drive down the road. Rainbow places his hand on my knee. It has my mind reminiscing about how I used to have to hide who I was.

I could have missed out on all this happiness and love if I decided to listen to others instead of myself.

I become insecure with Rainbow from time to time because I’m the only guy he’s ever been with, so my insecurities sometimes still get the best of me. Like, what if he wakes up one day and doesn’t want me anymore? What if he wants a woman? He’s done nothing to say he does, and he only has eyes for me.

We come to a stop sooner than I thought and the sun blinds me for a split second. My eyes focus.

And holy shit, the man has brought me to a tattoo shop.

“Um, what are we doing here?” I ask warily.

“You’ll see,” he grins, still giving me no answers.

He helps me off the bike and smacks my ass just for the hell of it. I roll my eyes, and he slaps it again.

“Oh, are we playing that game today?” I bat my lashes at him.

“Hell yeah. Every time you roll those pretty eyes, I’m going to spank you, and then when we get home, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t speak. You know what rolling your eyes does to me.”

I do. It oddly turns him on and pisses him off at the same time.

It leads to primal, angry, hot sex, so why wouldn’t I roll my eyes? My ass hurts for days after nights like that.

It’s delicious.

He sets our helmets down on the bike and drags me inside the shop, saying, “Rouge Tattoo” in red neon lights. The windows are tinted black so no one can see inside. On the walls are many gorgeous pieces of artwork ranging from pinup girls to simple flower designs. The walls are painted black and red couches line the walls for people to wait.

“Rainbow. It’s good to see ya, man. It’s been a long time.” A guy with tattoos covering each arm greets him, and I hide behind Rainbow, feeling a bit shy.

“I know. Sorry about that. Life has been busy.”

“I hear that. Who is this?” The tattoo artist’s curious eyes land on me and Rainbow tugs me away from his enormous back so I can’t hide.

“This—” he wraps his arms around my shoulders “—is Ryan. He’s mine.”

I wait for the revulsion to take over the man’s expression, but his eyes just widen in surprise. “Well, good for you, man. Your request makes a shit ton of sense now,” he chuckles. “Ready?”

“Can you show him his? If he wants it.” Rainbow turns to me and blows out a nervous breath. “You don’t have to get it. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“What am I getting?” I question curiously, and the artist slides a piece of paper across the counter.

I hold a hand over my mouth and gasp when I see what Rainbow wants.

His says, “Property of Ryan.”

While mine says, “Property of Rainbow.” There’s a small rainbow behind the words and clouds underneath.

“I know we haven’t talked about it, but it’s kind of a given for ol’ ladies to get property patches. I know you aren’t an ol’ lady, but you’re mine. You’re my ol’ man, and maybe that’s weird to say, but it’s true. Bikers don’t usually get the same property patch or tattoo, but I wanted to because you’re it for me, Ryan. I fucking love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”

“Can I get it on the top of my wrist so everyone can see?” I ask the tattoo guy.

“You can get it wherever you want.”

“I want it there. I want everyone to know.”

Rainbow grins and he slams a kiss to my mouth so fast; I stumble back, and he has to catch me so I don’t fall. “You heard the man, Clyde. We want them on our wrists.”

“Aren’t you two fucking cute?” Clyde chuckles with a warm smile.

“Duh,” I reply with a roll of my eyes, which earns me a smack on the ass. I yelp because I didn’t expect him to spank me in front of people.

“Sassafras,” he warns as he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to welt that beautiful behind if you keep it up.”

My cheeks heat and Clyde must catch the drift of what is going on because he laughs. “Okay, before you two get carried away and fuck on my floor, come on back so we can get you tattooed.”

We follow him back across the black and white checkered floor. A woman is back there getting tattooed by someone else. She’s squeezing her eyes shut as the tattoo gun pounds against her foot.

Oh god. That looks painful.

“Okay, who’s first?” he asks as he taps the chair.

Rainbow sits down first, and Clyde prepares everything. He shaves the area, cleans the skin, prepares the tattoo machine, and loads the ink. The buzz almost has me dizzy. Rainbow takes it like a champ, and when he’s done, the skin is a bit red, but the words are in beautiful cursive.

I love it. Tears brim my eyes. No one has ever loved me so much to want to have my name on their body forever.

“Ready, Ryan?” The guy bandages Rainbow’s wrist, and I plop down quickly. I’m so excited now.

He rubs a cream against my skin and then begins to prepare all the colors he’ll need for the tattoo.

My skin is numb. “Um, I think something is wrong. I can’t feel my wrist,” I say, alarmed and worried.

“It’s numbing cream. Rainbow said he didn’t want you in pain. He said, you’ve experienced enough pain, and he wanted this to be a good experience for you.” The machine buzzes again, and this time a tear does slip free.

I tilt my head back to look into those brown eyes I love so much and stretch my arm back to take his hand. “I love you for always thinking of me.”

“Sassafras, there isn’t a day where I don’t think of you.”

I sit there and get my first tattoo, ever, and it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s a breeze. And when I’m done, I have “Property of Rainbow” proudly emblazoned on my wrist.

Forever.

The clouds under the words are grey instead of white, which makes me confused. Rainbow kisses the top of my hand and tells me, “Because not all days are perfect, but you make them pretty damn close. You’re my rainbow across dark clouds, Sassafras.”

Loving Rainbow is what I’m meant to do.

Everyone deserves to be this happy. Fighting through the bullshit, the anger, and the drama was all worth it. Because it led me to this moment.

I’ve chased the rainbow.

And it’s been fucking worth it.