The Cut(15)

He cupped her left breast. "But, enough of my body. I'm torn between  wanting to never see you wear a bra again and asking you to put one on  to hide these gorgeous tits from the brothers at the club."

"I don't want anyone but you," she said. "But I've seen your collection of magazines, so I know you're rather fond of tits."

Fuck, and didn't that make him feel like the luckiest man on earth.  "Most of ‘em in those magazines are fake. I hate fake tits." He rolled  to his side and scooted down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.  "Yours are fuckin' perfect."

"No bra it is then," she replied with a giggle.

The sound was so unexpected it caught him off guard. He released her  nipple. "That's the first time I think I've heard you laugh since … " his  voice trailed off.

She shrugged. "I feel good."

"I hope to make you feel really good later after we get back from the  club." He gave her a quick kiss. "Making you feel good has become my new  favorite pastime."





Chapter Five





Wearing her favorite pair of denim shorts and a tight red tank top,  Santana climbed onto the back of Stake's Harley. It would be the first  time since her dad was sent to prison that she'd been on a bike, and  knowing she was on Stake's bike made it so much better. She settled as  close as she could get and rested her hands on his muscular abdomen.

He shook his head and moved her hands to rest on his cock. "This is  where I want your hands whenever you're with me," he said over his  shoulder before starting the bike.

She pressed her cheek against the soft leather of his cut and held onto  his groin as he rode out of the driveway. She'd remembered to pile her  hair on top of her head before putting on the half-helmet and as the  wind whipped across her face, she was grateful for it.

Freedom. She recalled Stake using that word earlier when he'd talked  about riding. He was so right. As they wound their way over the ribbon  of county roads in the darkness, she felt like a different person. All  the worry of being left behind by him vanished, replaced by the kind of  hope she'd never allowed herself. One thing she was sure of, she would  take care of Gordon herself. Stake had already given her more than  anyone ever had, and she refused to use that connection to rid the world  of an asshole like the sheriff. If she screwed up and went to prison,  at least she'd known what kindness really felt like.



Stake parked in his usual spot and helped Santana off the bike. Before  releasing her, he unbuttoned her shorts and shoved his hand down the  front to her pussy. He slid his fingers up and down the wet slit.  "You're so fucking wet. I knew you were my kind of woman." He sank two  fingers inside her pussy and gathered some of her cream before removing  them. Holding her gaze, he tasted her sweet juices and shook his head.  "I'm a lucky bastard."

She lowered her chin, breaking eye contact. "I'm the lucky one," she whispered.

The club door opened and light spilled out into the parking lot. He  buttoned her shorts before wrapping an arm around her waist. "You ready  for this?"

She shrugged.

"Stay close until I have to speak with Cecil. When that happens, I'll  find someone I trust to keep an eye on you, and whatever you do, don't  take shit from any of the club bitches," he warned.

"Have you slept with a lot of them?" she asked.

He stopped walking and turned her to face him. "What I have or haven't  done with any cunt in that building has nothing to do with you. Got it?"  He started to leave it at that, but decided to go a step further. "I  told you, you're mine, and I'm yours. That's something no one else can  ever claim."

She licked her lips. "I'm nervous."

"That's good, because some of my brothers don't know fuck all about how  to treat a lady. That's why you need to stick close until I have time to  school the bastards." He pressed his lips against hers and thrust his  tongue inside before pulling back. He grinned and shook his head. He  didn't have a clue as to how one little thing could bring him so easily  to his knees.

He opened the door of the club and ushered her inside, keeping a tight  hold on her hand. He nodded to his brothers as he wove through the  tables to the bar. "Beer?" he asked her.         

     



 

He could tell that by the way she contemplated the question that the  offer worried her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "It's a  beer. Don't worry, I won't let you drink too much."

"I don't ever want to be like my momma."

"I know," he soothed, kissing her temple. "Two beers," he told Mad Dog.

Mad Dog's gaze landed on Santana. "Fuck, Stake, who's this?"

"Mine," Stake answered, pulling Santana against him. "And you'd better watch yourself, or I'll tell Corrine."

Santana glanced up at the skinny man. "Santana Rogers," she said, introducing herself.

Mad Dog glanced at Stake.

"Yeah, this is Smash's daughter." If he was going to have trouble with  anyone because of Ellie's relationship to Santana, he needed to put an  end to it fast.

Mad Dog smiled. "Nice to meet you. I didn't know your dad, but everyone speaks highly of him."

It was Santana's turn to give Stake a questioning glance. He gave her a  reassuring squeeze. "I told you, bug, it was Ellie, not Smash."

She nodded and accepted the bottle of beer. "Thank you," she told Mad Dog.

Mad Dog winked. "Anytime, sweetie."

Stake leaned across the bar. "To you, her name's Santana, not sweetie, babe, or hon. Got that?"

Mad Dog nodded but had enough sense not to answer.

Satisfied that Mad Dog would treat Santana with the respect she  deserved, Stake studied the room, looking for a place to sit. That  goddamned Iggy was getting a blowjob right next to the chair Stake  usually sat in and he wouldn't subject Santana to that. Iggy was a  fucking pig, and his lack of discretion was really getting on Stake's  nerves. He pointed to a couch in the sitting area of the club. There  were several brothers with bitches on their laps, but they appeared to  be behaving themselves for the time being. "Let's sit over there."

Santana grabbed his arm. "Oh my god, is that Tiny?"

He nodded, knowing the two of them went to school together. "You used to be friends, right?"

Her expression fell. "Used to be." She pointed to a table in front of the door. "What's wrong with that one?"

"It's not safe to sit in front of the door. Too easy for someone to walk  through and level their gun on the first person they see," he replied.

"It's safer for me because it would put me closer to an escape," she mumbled.

Laughing, Tiny met Stake's gaze. He glanced at Santana and the blood  seemed to drain from his face as he got to his feet. "Too late, Tiny's  spotted you."

"I need to go to the bathroom." Santana started to pull away, but Stake kept his arm firmly around her.

"No, you need to stand up for yourself. Whatever happened between the  two of you, you need to understand that it wasn't his fault."

Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared up at Stake. "I can't."

"Santana," Tiny said, approaching them.

Santana refused to look at the burly young biker. "Hi, Tiny," she replied, her face pressed against Stake's chest.

"Ummm, I was sorry to hear about what happened," Tiny said, obviously as uncomfortable as Santana.

Part of Stake wanted to shake her for the way she was acting, but a  bigger part understood. She'd been alone for years, and although he was  grateful she'd accepted him so easily back into her life, he couldn't  fault her for being wary of everyone else who'd hurt her. "Give us a  minute," he told Tiny before leading Santana to the opposite side of the  room. He guided her down a hallway to the back door of the club.

Once in the warm night air, he led her to a grouping of picnic tables  they used for family cookouts. He sat on one of the benches and pulled  her between his thighs, pressing his cheek against her tits.

"I'm sorry," she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"You need to understand that no one here wanted to turn their backs on  you. The club was put in a no-win situation by Ellie, and we did what we  had to do. I know you've been hurt, and I wish like hell I could take  it away, but I can't, and unless you learn to forgive these people,  you'll never fit in." He nuzzled his face against her breasts. "I need  you to fit in, because I don't plan on ever giving you up, and these  people are my family."

Santana put her hands on his cheeks and tilted his head back to look up  at her. "I'll try to be nice, but I don't think I'll ever be able to  trust that they won't leave me alone again."         

     



 

"Do you feel that way about me, too?" he asked.

She nodded. "There's no one I want to be with more, but I know it could  all end tomorrow. You're a biker, and I know how easy it is for you to  get women. You're with me because I'm different, but that won't last  long. Someday, you'll see me just as you see the others."