The Cut(29)

Stake ran his tongue up the crack of her ass before swirling the tip  around her puckered hole. "Be patient. We still have at least an hour  before Gypsy gets here." He reached into the bedside drawer and removed a  bottle of lube.

She held her breath. He'd used it on her before but only with a finger  or two, and she couldn't help but to wonder if she was truly ready for  the feel of his cock in such a tight opening.

When he slowly began circling her hole with the pad of his lubed thumb, she moaned.

"Relax, babe. Lay your head down on the pillow, and let me have you," he  soothed as he added more lube. "Deep breaths," he urged, working two  fingers inside of her.

It was the first time he'd started with two, and her body tried to protest the invasion. "No. Deep breaths, remember?"

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breathing as he  pumped his fingers in and out of her. They'd discussed the process many  times over the last few weeks, and she knew the first time would  probably hurt before her body got used to his size. It had been the same  with his cock in her pussy the first few times, so she didn't doubt  she'd become just as addicted to his dick in her ass once her body  accepted him.         

     



 

Several minutes later, he kissed her spine. "I'm going to try another now," he warned before easing a third finger into her.

For some reason, the third was easier to take than the first two, and  she was soon squirming for more. "Now," she begged. "Please?"

Stake withdrew, and within moments, she felt the head of his cock against her. "Ease back as much as you can."

She started to rise up again, but he stopped her with a hand to her  back. "Relax. Just take a deep breath, and rock back onto my cock. Take  as much of me as you can handle without too much pain."

Doing as instructed, she felt his crown press against her but not  penetrate her. She tried again, putting more force into her actions and  sucked in a sharp intake of air when she felt the head of his cock push  inside of her. "Oh, God," she panted at the burn. She started to  retreat, but Stake grabbed her hips and kept her in place.

"Just wait. As soon as the pain stops, take a little more," he urged.

Like always, he was right. Within moments, the pain had dissipated, and  she was ready for more. They repeated the process until his cock was  fully buried inside her.

"I feel a lump in my throat, and I'm afraid it's you," she said in an  attempt to break the tension between them. She could feel his grip on  her hips getting tighter and tighter the longer it took for her to fully  accept his length. She knew his body was dying to let loose and fuck  her freely, but he was trying to spare her the pain it might cause.

With a grunt, he eased his hold. "I'm going to slide out and back in. You'd better fuckin' tell me if I hurt you."

She prepared herself for pain, but wasn't prepared for the loss she felt  when he pulled almost entirely out of her. She wanted to scream in  protest, but before she could open her mouth, he eased back inside.  "Again," she moaned, experiencing nothing but pure pleasure.

He withdrew a few inches before pushing more forcefully inside. "Okay?"

"Uh huh." She hugged the pillow under her head as he started to fuck in and out of her.

With each pump of his hips, Stake groaned. "I'm not gonna last. Touch yourself."

As close as she was to coming, she wasn't sure she needed the added  stimulation, but she did as asked, plunging her fingers into her pussy  while her thumb centered on her clit. She felt the flutter in her  stomach first before her body jerked as the vibration of her climax  worked through her, leaving even the hair on her head to tingle in  ecstasy.

"Christ!" Stake bellowed as he bucked against her ass, his fingertips biting into her skin.

He slowly withdrew before collapsing onto the bed beside her. His  breathing was erratic as he threw his arm over his eyes. "Never been  like that," he panted.

She rolled to her side and moved to press against him. "Is that bad?"

He shifted his arm above his head and opened one eye to look at her.  "For my heart? Hell, yeah." He grinned. "You've officially erased all  memories of sex before you."

She'd always tried not to think about the hundreds of women who had been  with Stake in the past, but it hadn't been easy. Hearing that she made  him feel better than any other woman soothed the jealous viper within  her in regards to the line of whores who'd come before her. A worry  niggled at the back of her mind. "Will you be able to go without until  we're together again?"

Stake leaned up on his elbows and gazed down at her. "You don't ever have to worry about me touching another pussy. Got it?"

She bit her lip, knowing easy sex was part of the biker lifestyle. "I  can't say it would be a deal breaker for me if it happened, but I'm not  sure my heart would recover."

Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her on top of him. "You've taught  me something no one else ever has. Sex is hollow with the wrong person.  Without you, the act of fucking doesn't interest me in the least. Not  anymore."

The comment warmed her. "I love you."



"He's here," Stake announced, opening the back door.

The glass she'd been washing broke as her hand involuntarily fisted at  the words. Shit. She pulled her hand out of the dishwater and watched as  blood began to run down her fingers. Leaving Stake was the hardest  thing she'd ever been asked to do, but she'd tried to convince herself  that it was what he needed.

"Fuck, bug, what'd you do?" He grabbed a dishtowel and cradled her hand in his palm as he examined the cut.

She didn't say anything, couldn't answer him for fear that she'd beg him to let her stay.         

     



 

"Knock. Knock," a deep graveled voice said from behind her. "Hope you  don't mind that I'm early. Tiny had something he had to get to."

"Hey, Gypsy. Do me a favor and grab the first aid kit under the sink in the hall bathroom."

Gypsy walked over and peered over her shoulder before whistling. "That looks nasty."

"Yeah," Stake agreed. "The kit?" he reminded.

"Right." Gypsy left the kitchen.

"Talk to me," Stake demanded.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, refusing to look at him. Not only was Stake  sending her away, but Tiny hadn't even cared enough to come inside. When  Stake had told her Tiny was the brother who'd pick Gypsy up at the  airport, she'd been relieved that she get a chance to see her old friend  before she left. Wishful thinking.

"Bullshit." With a sigh, he led her over to the table and sat in his  favorite chair, pulling her onto his lap. "It won't be for long. I  promise."

She nodded. It wasn't the first time she'd heard the words. The goddamn  tears started again as she remembered the last time he'd told her he'd  be back. It had been one of the hottest summers on record and Stake had  stopped by the house on his way out of town. He'd explained that he  needed to help his brothers in Oklahoma City for a while and had  stressed how important it was that she lay low with Smash while he was  gone. He'd made her swear that if she noticed her father drinking she'd  find somewhere else to go. Of course, she'd promised, she would have  gone along with anything he'd wanted back then. He'd given her a kiss on  the cheek and had told her it wouldn't be for long and he'd be back  before she had a chance to notice he was gone. A day later her father  had been arrested, and she hadn't seen Stake again until the time she'd  been sunbathing and he'd stopped by Gordon's. The pain she'd felt that  day still scarred her heart.

A white plastic box landed on the table with a thump making her jump.  Stake tried to soothe her with a kiss to her temple, but when he tried  to wipe the tears from her cheek, she turned her head, knowing there'd  only be more to replace them.

Gypsy pulled out a chair and started to sit, but Stake stopped him. "Why  don't you load Santana's things while I get this cut taken care of?"

Gypsy didn't answer immediately prompting Santana took look at him for  the first time since he'd walked into the house. She was immediately  taken with how much the two men resembled each other, same coloring,  same dimples. She glanced at Stake. Same unusual amber-colored eyes  rimmed in long black lashes. No way.

"Don't ask," he whispered in her ear.

"You okay?" Gypsy asked her.

She looked up at him once again and shrugged. Lying was the last thing she felt like doing. "It doesn't really matter, does it?"

Gypsy glanced at Stake before crossing his arms. "I'm not about to take an unwilling woman across state borders."

"It's not that," she said. "I told him I'd go."

"Would ya give us a fuckin' minute?" Stake asked.

"Sure. Are the boxes on the porch it?"

"Except for her suitcase, and I'll get that," Stake replied. "I'll pack  up the rest of the stuff and bring it with me, but there should be  enough there to make her comfortable.