The Cut(36)

"I bought something on the way here." He stood and retrieved the T-shirt  from the opposite side of the bed before crawling back under the covers  with Santana. He held the shirt up. "It should work for a boy or girl,  but I'm secretly hoping for a girl."

"That's surprising," she said, rolling over to face him.

"Not surprising at all. Boys will be boys, and they tend to need a heavy  hand at times. I'm not sure I have it in me to do that, but a girl that  I can spoil and treat like a princess? Yeah, that I can do."



Santana stared at the outfit Stake had bought her the previous day for  the Kings kickoff party for the Bikes, Blues and BBQ motorcycle rally in  town. Was he kidding? She looked like one of the bitches from his  motorcycle magazines. She pulled back the white bedroom curtain and bent  over. "Ummm, Stake, can you come in here?" she called through the open  window.

Stake was sitting under his favorite shade tree with Tiny, Gypsy and  Gypsy's friend Mojo. He glanced up and smiled. "Be right there." He  tilted back his beer and drained the bottle before heading for the back  door.

She let the curtain fall back into place and waited. The dress made the  one she'd worn to Mad Dog's wedding look downright matronly in  comparison. The expensive black leather dress was skintight with a  zipper that ran from hemline, which was almost short enough to expose  her pussy, to neckline, which plunged low to reveal half her tits. It  was an incredibly sexy dress, but one she didn't think was appropriate  for her first big Kings' party since moving to Arkansas. She'd met  several of the brothers' wives and girlfriends, but she didn't know any  of them well enough to wear such a slutty outfit in front of them.

"Fuck!" Stake growled from the doorway. His hand immediately went to the  front of his jeans to palm himself. He walked slowly toward her. "That  body is begging to get fucked."

"No, it's the dress that screams ‘fuck me I'm available'. Something I  don't think you really considered," she argued as he began to lower her  zipper.

"I like the fuck me part, but everyone there will know you're not  available to anyone but me." He stopped when the zipper was halfway down  and shook his head. "No bra." He unclasped her black bra, baring her  breasts to his hands. He led her toward the bed and sat down, pulling  her to stand between his legs. "I wanna know I have access to you at all  times."

Her breath hitched when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. As  he sucked, he lowered the zipper the rest of the way until the only  thing holding up the dress was her shoulders. He shook his head, without  releasing her breast, when his hands came into contact with her  panties. Evidently, panties weren't necessary either because he ripped  them from her body with one tug.         

     



 

She barely caught herself before she moaned when two of his fingers  plunged inside her pussy. "The window," she tried to remind him.

Releasing her nipple, he grinned up at her. "I'm pretty sure they have a good idea of why you called me in here."

She braced her hands on his shoulders as his thumb began to rub against  her clit while his fingers fucked in and out of her. "I called you in  about the dress," she panted, riding the edge of climax.

His fingers stilled and he removed his thumb from her clit.

"Don't stop," she urged, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.

"Wear the dress, and I'll let you come." His voice was rough, and she  could tell he was as turned on as she was. "Change, and I'll make you  suffer all night before I get you off."

She reached for his hand, needing him to move those damn fingers again.

"No," he said, removing his fingers completely. "Choose."

"You're an asshole," she said although there was no heat behind her words.

"Yes, a horny fucking asshole. What'll it be? You want my fingers, my  cock or my mouth?" He flicked his tongue out just to tease her.

With her mind befuddled, there was no way she could make that choice. "Just make me come," she begged once again.

Unzipping his jeans, Stake pulled his heavy erection free. "Take it."

She was like a junkie in dire need of her next fix. Straddling his lap,  she waited for him to fit the tip of his cock to her pussy before  impaling herself on his thick length. "Mmmm," she moaned as the walls of  her cunt stretched to accommodate him.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Stake devoured her mouth with a  plundering kiss as she shrugged completely out of the dress. She opened  and greedily took everything he offered. Never would she be able to get  enough of him. Since moving into the farmhouse two weeks earlier, they'd  made love so often they usually walked around without getting dressed.  Stake hadn't been kidding when he'd said he needed access to her pussy  at all times.

Breaking the kiss, he released her hair and grabbed her ass as he fell  back onto the bed. She planted her hands on his chest and rode him hard,  giving them both what they needed as their combined moans and grunts  filled the room. "Touch me," she urged.

His thumb, that wonderfully calloused digit, rubbed against her clit as she continued to rock back and forth on top of him.

"You're so fucking sexy," he groaned, licking one of her bobbing tits as  she moved. When he captured one of her nipples with his teeth and bit  down gently, she gasped. Her orgasm rocketed through her body, stealing  the breath from her lungs.

With a loud growl, he rolled them over and pounded his cock in and out  of her pussy. Their couplings always turned into a primal mating that  neither of them could control even when they tried to take things slow.

She felt another climax building as he drove into her. She knew he  wouldn't stop until she'd come again because he prided himself on giving  her twice as much pleasure as he took for himself. It was the way he  went about everything where she was concerned. The phone conversation  with Rachel had been devastating to her, but somehow Stake had used the  episode to make their relationship even stronger. She'd even started to  believe she deserved the happiness he promised. She cried out as another  orgasm wracked her body, sending it jerking with the intensity.

"Fuuuccckkk!" he howled, drawing the word out for several seconds. He  collapsed on top of her to the sounds of applause from the backyard.

Santana buried her face in his neck, mortified. "I'll never be able to look them in the eyes again."

Chuckling, Stake pulled out and held out his hand. "You'd better get over that quick, because we're leaving in five minutes."

She reached up to finger her hair. It felt like a rat's nest. "I can't go like this," she protested.

He picked up her dress before helping her into it. "Are you kidding? The just fucked look is breathtaking on you."

She rolled her eyes while he zipped her up, sans underwear or a bra. "If  I wear this and it makes the other women hate me, I'll never forgive  you," she pouted.

"Women will always be jealous of you, babe, but I think you'll be  surprised because this dress, while sexy as fuck, is typical for this  type of party."

"You'd better be right," she warned before racing into the bathroom to wash up and brush her hair.



Stake stood with Tiny, Gypsy and Mojo, and watched Santana slowly make  her way down the line of vendors. The party the previous evening had  proved to him just how well they both fit in with the new club. Even  Digger, the club's Prez, seemed to take a liking to Santana within  seconds of meeting her.         

     



 

"Does she have to stop at every booth?" Tiny whined, growing impatient.

"Leave her alone," Stake barked. "Look at her." He couldn't believe how  lovely she looked in the pale pink, floral maxi dress. It was vastly  different from the sexy outfit she'd worn the night before, but no less  perfect on her. She smiled and spoke to the vendors at each booth about  whatever craft or items they were selling. He'd had a few doubts when  they'd first moved to Fayetteville, but the longer they stayed, the more  she seemed to blossom. "Did you ever think you'd see her smile like  that again?"

Tiny sighed. "You're right," he conceded. "But if you're going to be  here for more than a few minutes, I'm gonna get me another beer."

Stake waved off Tiny without tearing his gaze from Santana. "Do what you gotta do."

Santana was laughing with a gorgeous black-haired woman at a jewelry  table. Santana turned toward him and held two necklaces up, shrugging  her shoulders before teetering her hands up and down like Lady Justice  holding her scales.

She was too far away for him to see the necklaces clearly, so he decided  to brave the crowd. "Be right back," he told the others. He was still  twenty yards away when a Scorpion MC member in a frayed denim jacket  started talking to her. Santana shook her head and pointed in Stake's  direction. When she tried to step away from the man, the asshole moved  closer.