The Cut(23)

"You didn't let me down, so I wish you'd stop saying stuff like that."  Seeing Gordon had knocked her on her ass, literally, but she refused to  blame Tiny for it. She hadn't mentioned to Stake that she'd been pulled  over by Robby, and didn't intend to. Honestly, she didn't care to step  foot in the town of Broken Ridge ever again, and if they were truly  leaving in a few weeks, she saw no reason she'd have to.         

     



 





Chapter Eight





Stake was loading beer into the cooler when Santana walked into the kitchen. "Leave room for the apple salad," she reminded him.

He glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his gaze at the faded dress  that hung off her shoulders like a sack. Shit. He never thought he'd be  the kind of man to criticize a woman's dress, but, hell, the damn thing  made her look thirty pounds heavier.

"What?" she asked, looking down at herself.

He stood up and kicked the lid of the cooler shut. "Where'd you get that  dress?" Christ, how did you tell a woman she didn't look good and still  ensure her pussy was available afterward?

"I've had it for a long time." She bit her bottom lip. "You don't like it?"

He shrugged. "I was hoping for something a little sexier." He walked  over and set his hands on her hips. "I want every man at the reception  to want to be me." He gave her a soft kiss. "Does that make me a dog?"

"Yes." She grinned. "The only dresses I have that are sexy belonged to  my mom, and I don't want everyone to know I took her clothes."

Despite being roughly the same size, Santana was a hell of a lot more  shapely than Ellie. "It's been years. I don't think anyone will even  notice you're wearing something of Ellie's." He took her hand and led  her into the bedroom. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to the closet.

With a sigh, Santana pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed. "I  don't think you'll find anything that'll fit. My boobs and ass are  bigger than mom's."

He realized she saw her curves as a negative. Is that why she'd dressed  in the sack? "Ellie's body didn't hold a candle to yours, bug." He  started through the clothes, looking for something stretchy. Making  Santana try on something that didn't fit would blow up in his face. He  came to a mint green dress that seemed to have some give. Better yet, it  was short and he could imagine the view of her tits through the keyhole  neckline. He pulled it out and held it up. "I'd fuckin' die to see you  in this one."

She shook her head. "That's not going to fit me."

He carried the dress over and knelt in front of Santana. "I promise it  will." He laid it beside her. "Just think how easy it'll be for me to  finger your pussy in this one." He reached down and began to gather the  long material of the dress she wore, rolling it up until he had a view  of her underwear. He leaned in and scraped his teeth over the nylon that  covered her pussy. "And eat your pussy."

She gasped when he pulled her underwear to the side and slid his tongue  between the lips of her pussy. "Please try the green one?" he asked  before sucking on her clit.

Moaning, she buried her fingers in his hair as he continued to taste her. "Yes."

He wasn't sure what she was saying yes to, the dress or the attention to  her pussy, but he felt satisfied she'd do as asked. Inserting two  fingers to pump in and out of her core, he continued to suck her clit  until her body began to buck against his mouth.

"Oh God!" she cried as her body climaxed.

He removed his fingers and gathered her juices on his tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

Falling back onto the bed, she started to laugh. "That's one way to change my mind."



Santana scowled at Stake as she did her best to climb out of the truck  without flashing her pussy to everyone gathered in front of the small  country church. "I'm going to kill you for this."

Laughing, Stake walked over and lifted her off the seat before lowering  her to the graveled parking lot. "I'll carry you anywhere you need to go  if you'll admit you feel damn sexy in that dress."

Despite the short length of the dress, the fact that half her tits were  on display and the four-inch heels, it was the expression on Stake's  face that made her feel sexy, but he didn't need to know that. "I'm  going to fall in these shoes and make a fool of myself," she grumbled as  he led her across the parking lot.

"I've got ya, bug." He tightened his hold on her waist as they joined the mingling crowd of people.

The small church didn't have air conditioning, so most people had  decided to wait until the wedding was due to start to go inside. She  glanced up at Stake, feeling proud to be his date for the evening.  Although he still wore his black leather cut, he'd dressed in a crisp  white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans with his hair tied back in a  short ponytail at the nape of his neck. He made her swoon each time she  caught a glimpse of him. She remembered how much she'd longed to be the  woman on his arm while growing up, and through a twist of fate, there  she was, standing next to him as his hand rested on her ass.         

     



 

When people began to file into the church, Stake broke away from the conversation to smile down at her. "Ready?"

She returned his smile and nodded. Before she could take a step, someone  behind her lifted her off the ground. Her gaze immediately went to  Stake, but he simply scowled. "Put my woman down, Tiny."

Tiny did as he was told. "You look beautiful," he told her.

She wanted to tell her friend that she felt a bit like the tramp she'd  always considered her mother to be, but she held her tongue. "Thanks."

Once again, Stake settled a proprietary hand on her ass and urged her  forward. She knew Stake wasn't really jealous of Tiny, but the two  seemed to enjoy picking at each other.

They were ushered to the groom's side of the church about halfway down,  and she sighed in relief when she realized she'd be seated between Tiny  and Stake. With tall men on both sides and another giant of a biker in  front of her, she doubted she'd see much of the ceremony. "I feel like I  need a stack of phone books to sit on," she said, crossing her arms.

Stake looked down and grinned before reaching out and running a finger over her exposed breasts. "You can always sit on my lap."

She licked her lips in an attempt to tease him as much as he was teasing  her. "Think you could handle my ass in your lap for the entire  ceremony?"

"Shit." He removed his hand and covered his erection with his program seconds before an elderly woman sat beside him.

Santana recognized the woman as one of the club member's old lady but  couldn't remember her name. Didn't matter. Even though she now  understood why the club families had turned their back, she still didn't  understand why they had all turned a blind eye to the way her parents  had treated her.

Stake leaned forward and said something to the brother on the other side of the woman.

"Don't look now, but someone's staring daggers," Tiny said in her ear.

Stake had already informed her that Rachel would most likely attend the  celebration, so she'd prepared herself in advance. "Rachel?"

"How'd you guess?" Tiny chuckled. "She's a piece of work. Thinks she's  better than everyone, but she spreads her legs like a fucking whore when  she drinks."

Santana slapped Tiny's arm. Although she loved to hear it from someone  other than Stake, she doubted a church was the proper place for such a  conversation. "Later," she whispered.

Remembering what Stake had told her about standing up for herself with  the other women of the club, Santana turned until she made eye contact  with Rachel. She didn't drop her gaze until Rachel looked away. Bitch.

Although he was still talking to the club member, Stake reached out and  rested his palm on Santana's upper thigh. Had he known Rachel was  staring?

Tiny chuckled, obviously reading Santana's mind. "That's for my benefit," he told her.

She rolled her eyes. "You two are getting out of hand."

"Naw," Tiny said. "Stake's been top stud for too long, it's time he stepped down and let a real man take the lead."

Stake broke away from his conversation to stare at Tiny. "Why're you pushin' my buttons? You have a death wish?"

"No, but you have Santana and I've already told you that if you cheat on  her, I'll kill ya. So with you off the market, I'm all set to swoop in  and take your place."

"Yeah, like you need more pussy," Stake scoffed.

A throat cleared directly behind them, and Stake glanced over his  shoulder before moving his hand higher on Santana's thigh. "Mrs.  Johnson," he acknowledged with a dip of his chin.

Tiny nudged Santana in the ribs with his elbow as his eyes rounded.  Santana grinned but didn't turn around to confirm Mrs. Johnson's  presence. Alice Johnson had been an old woman when Santana had been a  child, so she couldn't imagine how she was still alive.