I helped. I didn't just hide behind him like a scared little girl, I was tough like Cordelia. That's who I want to be now, tough and strong like her, I don't want to be the mental patient tolerated by her cousins club.

"You did good today" Cordelia says coming over to me and sitting next to me on the bed

"I would've done better if I had my gun and didn't get shot reaching for Rowans." I reply feeling the bandage on my shoulder

"Oh come on, you rode a motorcycle, you sat in the salon laughing while strangers were in and out, then you backed up Bullet when he got attacked and rode on his motorcycle back with a bullet in your shoulder. If that's not more than good I don't know what is." She says placing her hand on my knee

"You are amazing Indigo and you're just as crazy as me so you'll fit in well as the VP's old lady." She laughs

"I'm not his old lady." I reply looking down

"Oh please, just because it's not official yet doesn't mean you aren't. All that's missing is the property cut and the tattoo. You guys are meant for each other. Don't you want to be his old lady?" She asks

"I do. I know I worried about trusting him but I love him and I know he loves me." I smile.

"Good, he's a good man and everyone sees how much he loves and cares for you. Soon Diesel will have friends to run around with huh?" She smirks and I choke

"I said I want to be his old lady, not have babies, I'm only 21. Besides before I have kids of my own I would like it if I could go outside without freaking out."

"Well you didn't freak out today, give it time and you'll be skipping down the grocery aisles without batting an eye." She replies and I really hope that does happen some day.

We carry on talking for a while before I head out to set up the bar for the guys coming out of church, my arm hurts but I can make it work. I don't get much chance though before Rowan is taking me up to his room. He closes the door behind us and guides me to sit on the bed, he kneels in front of me and places his hands on my thighs

"How's the shoulder?" He asks

"Believe it or not it hurts less than last time I was shot." I laugh, but when he begins stroking my thigh my laughter is cut off and I stifle a moan

"You know how much I love you Indigo?" He asks as I look up from his hand on my thigh to his eyes

"I love you Rowan." I reply smiling as I rest my hand on his

"I want you to be my old lady." He says and I can tell he's nervous, like I would say no

"I would love to be your old lady." I say as I wrap my arms around his neck, minding my left shoulder. His face lights up in a huge smile and he pulls me to him, our lips crashing together. This is different than usual though, normally it's rough, it's raw passion, frantic and desperate for each other but this time he's going slow, savouring everything. As I run my fingers through his hair his tongue slides into my mouth and his familiar taste fills my senses. He gently takes off my shirt and lays me back on the bed before removing my jeans and panties, he hesitates for a minute

"You're so fucking perfect." He whispers as he slides off his cut and takes off his shirt. His jeans and boxers hit the floor and he climbs on top of me, kissing me softly. His slow lingering pace is torturous and will be the death of me as he kisses down my neck to my collar bone and I moan softly

"Please Rowan" I beg desperate for something, anything to relieve the ache I have for him, for his touch.

"Patience beautiful." He chuckles against my bare skin as his lips find my nipple. I gasp and my back arches, I run my fingers through his hair and tug on the strands silently begging for more. I grind my hips against him and he groans, his lips begin moving down across my stomach and then to my core

"Rowan" I moan as he drives me to the point of insanity with his tongue, my hips grinding against his face, my fingers tugging at his hair. Between his fingers and his tongue I can't hold in the moans and sighs as I feel my climax building and then it hits. I moan loudly as I ride the waves of pleasure throwing my head back on the bed and my body writhing underneath him. He climbs up my body and kisses me as he lines up and I feel my walls stretch as he fills me, making me moan into his mouth.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close as he buries himself inside me and we kiss lazily. This isn't sex or fucking this is him claiming me, proving I am his and I am, I'm giving my self to him, all of me. In his arms I feel safe, I'm where I belong. Our eyes gaze into each other as I come undone underneath him and I dig my nails into his back, gasping his name before I feel him release inside me. He pulls me to him for a soft, tender kiss before rolling onto his back and pulling me against his side, wrapped in his arms. He runs his finger down my bare arm as he kisses my forehead. This huge beast of a man, dangerous biker, is so gentle and loving, I've never felt so loved in my life.

"Mine" he whispers pulling me closer

"Yours" I reply resting my head on his chest.