Cut Wide Open (A Bleeding Scars MC Book 1)

by Abby Mccarthy

  I spent the next two days making arrangements for Charlie and Gun. They needed money and new identities, if they were going to stay clear of any danger that being associated with me could bring. I also spent that time telling myself to shut off my emotions. I needed to do that for Charlie. If I was going to be able to let them go, because Lord knows, it was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done, but I would do it for her.

  What I wasn't expecting was that when I pulled up to the cabin after being away from Charlie without a word from me that she would show me a side to her I’d never seen. She poured her heart and soul into her words. I was supposed to fight her. I was supposed to do what was best for her. But hell if the moment she shoved me and then opened her mouth to tell me no didn't crack my resolve, then as soon as she said I was her family did. If I was the fucked up reason shit happened to her, then so be it. Family hurt each other, sometimes intentionally, and sometimes by circumstance. None of it mattered, she told me so. She was my family and even though I’d hurt her, the thing that the Bleeding Scars taught me was that no matter how thick or disgusting the scar, family always had each other’s back. We just get to choose who our family is.

  So I kissed her. I’d wanted to kiss her from the moment I rescued her in Colombia. It never felt right. I’d been holding back so that her wounds could heal. I wanted her to be ready. But fuck it. If she wasn't, it would just be another sin she’d need to forgive me for.

  The moment my lips connected to hers, there was no saying goodbye. Not for me. Not ever. It was the sweetest, hottest kiss of my life. Her lips were so tender. When I slipped my tongue inside, the kiss became almost punishing. It was that good. I lifted her and those fiercely strong thighs that I’d seen hold on to the stripper pole, clung to my waist. I didn't even really need to hold her up. I took advantage and palmed her ass. It was delicious and full, despite the fact that she still needed to put on more weight. I’d become, in that instant, an addict. Maybe that wasn't right, maybe I’d always been and this was that first hit after years of abstinence.

  I could feel the swell of her breasts against my chest. She smelled like my shampoo, even though I knew there was girly shit in the shower, she used what I used. Her nails began to press into my back as our kiss deepened. My dick raged against my jeans. It would be so easy to move aside her underwear and fuck her against a tree. I wanted too, but not tonight.

  “Mmm, Mouse. You have the sweetest fucking lips.” I pulled away from her lips but only so I could suck the skin on her neck. She arched into me.

  “Gunner,” she whimpered.

  I needed more of her. I wanted to rip her clothes off of her. Her nipples were rock hard, straining under my t-shirt. I could feel her warm breath hitting my shoulder and I knew it was too cold to stay outside. I bent low with her wrapped around me, retrieved the envelope, then carried her into the cabin.

  “Gun?” I silently asked.

  “In the bedroom. He’s on one bunk, Reggie’s on the other.”

  “Good,” I walked us into our room and closed the door behind us. Setting her on the bed, I kicked off my boots, slid my vest off, and tore my hooded sweatshirt off. She watched me with hooded eyes. I caged her in. My large arms were on each side of her body. I needed her to pay attention to what I had to say.

  “This is it then? No going our separate ways?”

  “I’m right here, aren’t I?”

  “No matter how tough shit gets?”

  “No matter how tough,” she mirrored my words.

  I leaned into her. My nose trailed against her neck. I didn't kiss her but I was only a hair's breath away. She could feel the heat as the air left my lungs when I spoke to her. It caused tiny goosebumps to form. “This is the only time I’m going to bring up what happened to you when were together like this.” I watched her throat as she gulped. “He doesn’t come in here between us. When I touch your body, you think of me and you. You think of how good it feels when my cock is buried inside of you. You think of the way you feel when my dick hits the back of your throat, or the way you feel when my fingers are buried in your sweet fucking cunt, and I suck the hell out of your pussy. What you don't think about is him. He has no place in here with us. This is my body. It’s always been mine, and I'm not about to be buried deep in you, if he’s in here with us.”

  “Gunner,” she sighed my name.

  I reached my hand between her legs and pushed her panties aside. “Your pussy’s wet for me.” I slid it over her clit and swirled my fingers causing her to moan.

  “Are we agreed?”

  She grabbed my hand that was touching her and stilled it. “When he was hurting me, I’d go to a place in my head. I’d think of you or Gun. He didn't have me then, and he sure as shit doesn't get me now.”

  I sucked in a breath, “Do you know how incredibly fucking strong you are?” I didn't wait for an answer I didn't need one. “Let me see your body, Mouse.”

  She kicked off the Uggs and I pulled the sweater off her arms and she made quick work of pulling my t-shirt over her head. I sucked in a sharp breath. Her dark nipples on her ample breasts made my dick throb. I hadn’t fucked anyone, since I’d found Charlie in the strip club. My cock swelled with the knowledge that I’d be inside of her soon.

  I took her lips again kissing her so hard, they were sure to bruise. My thumb skimmed over her nipple making it bud and then my hand returned to its place between her legs. “We need to get rid of these too.”

  “If I’m losing mine, you should lose yours too.” She looked down for a moment as if she herself was taken aback by her boldness. I sure as hell was.

  I did exactly like she said and flicked the button on my jeans and then pulled down the zipper. I watched her eyes as they became hooded. There was no sign of fear. Even though I told her he had no place here, I was still concerned for her. I rid myself of my jeans and briefs and watched her lick her lips as my dick sprung free. I grabbed the edge of her white cotton underwear. She lifted her hips so I could slide them off of her. “Fuck,” I hissed.

  Her beautiful pussy showed a subtle glimpse of pink hiding behind her lips, gave me the overwhelming desire to beat my chest, caveman style, and shout, “mine”. It was so perfect. So delicious looking. “Need to taste you.”

  Her eyes pleaded with me to do it.

  I kissed her neck again. Her hands moved over my body exploring my expansive chest. I smirked a cocky grin as her eyes widened when she wrapped her hand around my dick. Her hands slid up and down my thick shaft as I brought her nipple into my mouth and sucked on the tight bud. She moaned, a pleasure filled moan. I loved how responsive she was to me. I moved down her body and she was forced to let go, over me. I kissed her stomach and then finally I found that sweet spot.

  I spread her legs and parted her folds, letting my tongue tease around the edge, and then made it to her center. I swirled my tongue in her small hole, then began flicking her clit with my tongue and alternated between that and suction. I pushed my finger inside of her while I continued eating her tight pussy. She moaned and withered. I got no inclination from her that her head was anywhere but right here. I added another finger, curling them just right. Her hands found my hair and pushed my head down as she began thrashing back and forth. She came apart and clenched around my fingers. I lapped at her and pulled my face up, “Still the sweetest thing I ever tasted.”

  Her chest heaved. Her eyes were dilated and she gripped my shoulders pulling me up to kiss her. My girl, she was always so quiet until I was touching her, and then she became bold. It was one of the biggest turn-ons. The way she didn't hesitate to take my lips even though her musk was all over my tongue. I usually was the one in control, but the way she kissed me was filled with so much passion. I unleashed something within her. Something that I didn't realize until that kiss that she’d needed just as badly as I did.

  “I want you,” those blue doe eyes were heady and lust filled as she brazenly told me her desires.

  I searched for any indication of fe
ar. I didn't doubt that she wanted me, but the last thing I wanted to do was to sink inside of her, and have her be reminded of what happened to her.

  As if sensing my reason for hesitation, she placed her palm against my face, “I’m right here with you. The only place I was ever meant to be.”

  That’s what I needed to hear, because maybe what happened to her, happened to me too. Not in the physical pain, but her pain became my pain. I needed to heal too.

  So I did.

  I moved my arms around her. Her legs spread around the back of my thighs and my hard dick pressed against her soft, soaked center. She moaned before I even entered her. Just the feel of my shaft against her perfect little pussy had her grinding against me. With a quick lift of my hips, I positioned myself and then slid inside of her.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  She was a cocoon of warmth and tightness.

  “You feel so good.” I slowly moved my hips up and down getting a good rhythm. I didn't want to go too fast. I didn't need to rush it. I braced myself with both arms so our faces weren't touching and I stared at her. I was in awe. Her face was flushed with need and desire.

  “God, you have a perfect pussy.”

  She bit her lip and gripped my ass pushing me into her more.

  “Forgot my Mouse likes me deep.”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I pulled out and let my tip swirl around her entrance. I needed to tease her. Teasing her was a gift because the more I teased, the more she wanted, and the more she wanted, the more she gave. Her nails pressed into me, begging me to give it to her.

  I moved to my knees so I was sitting on my heels and I grabbed her hips. I stopped teasing her and gave us what we both wanted.

  Gripping her, I brought her whole body against my dick. It hit hard, but it hit home. “Yes, God. Yes Gunner.

  “Fuck, Charlie. Nothing better. You feel that? How my dick fits perfectly in you? You feel how wet you are on my cock? How you slide against it?”

  “Yes baby, I feel it.”

  “Grab your tits, babe.”

  She smirked at me, remembering how I ordered her to do the same thing the only other time we were together. She rolled her nipples.

  “Fuck! Your tits. They’re so fucking sexy. So big. So full.”

  “Your baby made them that way.”

  I let out a growl thinking about my seed making her tits this full. Just the thought of my seed inside of her made the primal side of me want nothing more than to claim every inch of her. I wanted my seed buried deep inside of her.

  My body became possessed. I couldn’t do anything but think about claiming her body in every way. I slammed in and out, hard and fast, pulling her to me at the same time. She moaned a long, throaty moan and her body, surprising her, let go. She convulsed over me, but I didn't give in. I continued on, pushing in and out until I could feel my balls pull tight, and became wilder. I lifted her body to me so her full breast bounced against my chest and came. I came so hard and so fast, as Charlie orgasmed again surprising us both.

  It was bliss.

  I stayed seated there. I didn't want to be separated from her. Keeping her body connected to mine, I pulled her down to the mattress. “That was so good,” she murmured dazedly.

  I sighed, and felt my dick twitch not nearly sated. I’d have her again tonight.

  “What was that sigh for?”

  “I’m finally home, Mouse.”

  “Yeah, you are.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six Charlie

  Gunner’s sentiments about being home resonated so clearly with me. It was the absolute truth. You’d think that after everything that had happened to me that I wouldn't have been able to give myself so freely to him, but that was so far from the truth. Maybe I’d compartmentalized the abuse my body had been through, because the moment Gunner kissed me, all I knew was that it was right, and everything I needed to heal, I’d find from his touch. I craved it. A look from him had always been the comfort I needed to survive. A touch from him had been the spark I needed to live. And having him inside of me, well that was… it was everything. The serenity I felt after we made love soothed me in a way that nothing else could have. It didn't erase the bad, but it made me hope for the future. It made me think about going forward and my life with him was more important than anything some evil psychopath could’ve done to me. It was more important than a pair of twins who took something they had no right to. It was more important than neglectful foster parents, and Lord knows, my life with him was more important than where my journey began.

  People talk about soul mates. Gunner wasn't my souls mate, he was the other half of me. I felt whole in a way that I’d never truly felt before. I felt powerful, and above all, I felt loved.

  “I love you,” I whispered as we made love for the third time that night.

  “Mmm, I love you,” he sleepily mumbled as he nuzzled into my hair. We embraced, holding on to each other all night. My eyes grew heavy. before I knew it, I heard, “Mom?”

  “Shh, she’s tired. Go on out in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.”

  My eyelashes fluttered open and I focused on Gun’s retreating form. “Morning,” I whispered to Gunner.

  He kissed me on my shoulder since my back was to his front. “How are you?” he asked. “Are you sore?”

  I moved my legs causing him to groan. “Sore, but in a good way.” I couldn't help but shift my body into his. It became a reflex.

  “I gotta get up with him, woman. If you don't want our son starving you better stop squirming.”

  I laughed, “I’ll get up.” I sat up and watched as Gunner’s gaze moved to my breasts. The sheet tented in response. I threw his t-shirt on. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I walked out and smirked when I saw Gunner in front of the TV watching cartoons. “You want Fruity Pebbles, this morning?”

  He was surprised that I was up and about. It felt good. It felt normal. “Reggie ate the rest yesterday.”

  “Nah, I hid a box for you,” I said smiling as I grabbed the box I’d hidden by the pots and pans. I poured him a bowl and set the box down on the coffee table. He smirked at me, knowing that I knew how he liked to have seconds in the same colorful milk.

  I made my way back to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Gunner was still where I left him. His broad tattooed chest was exposed. He looked at me lazily with a grin on his face. I could get used to seeing him smile at me like this.

  My smile widened as his eyes shifted to his still hard cock. “I want to marry you,” I said shocking myself and him.

  “Is that so?”

  “Mmm hmm.” I licked my lips. “But first I want to taste you.”

  “In that order?” he laughed and then groaned as I moved to straddle him on the bed.

  “Something funny?”

  His chest heaved up and down. His eyes grew hooded as he reached under his t-shirt I was wearing and ran his hands over my breasts.

  With a devilish look in my eyes, I slid down his body, moving the sheet aside. His hard length sprung free. I licked my lips and kept my eyes fixed on Gunner.

  “You gonna suck me, Mouse?”

  I bent low and licked from his balls to his tip and grinned.

  “Take me in your mouth.”

  He was big and his cock was straining with need. I took him into my mouth and hollowed out my cheeks giving him suction, and began to bob my head. I needed to use my hand on him in conjunction with my mouth due to his size. As I wrapped my hands around his cock and pumped them along with my head bobbing, Gunner moaned. It was deep and throaty, and turned into a rumble of pure pleasure.

  “That’s it Mouse. You know how good your lips look wrapped around my dick? I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. Are you ready for that?”

  I kept my pace and wondered was I ready for that. The briefest image of waking up with that monster in my mouth flashed in my mind.

  He pulled back and popped free from my mouth. “You’re here with me in this room, right Mouse?�
� I looked at him, with all of his love and passion and all I could think was how much I wanted to give this to him and how much I wanted it for me. It was about me as much as it was about him. I wasn't pushing myself to see how far I could go, I was freeing myself from a lifetime of pain. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” The seductive tone that came from my lips surprised me.

  Gunner wasn't the type of man to let me lead. He moved to his knees, and I may have moaned at the pure sight of his magnificent body in the morning light. I’d seen him last night, but in the light, every inch of ink-covered skin was defined muscle and beauty.

  “Lay on your side.”

  I propped myself up on my arm facing him.

  “Open,” Gunner commanded.

  I opened my mouth and he pushed in deeply. I sucked and licked and he went wanton with need.

  I made him wild.

  He pushed in, pulling my hair and pressing in so deep he hit the back of my throat. It made my pussy clench with need. One, two, three, quick thrusts and he popped free from my mouth so I could catch my breath.

  “Do you know how good you take my cock?”

  “Mmm,” I moaned as his cock slid back in and he continued fucking me.

  “Best fucking lips. Everything you do, Mouse, is fucking perfect.”

  He paused for a moment, “You want to be my wife?”

  I looked up at him, his cock in my mouth, all joking from earlier gone. I moaned out a throaty, “Mmm hmm.”

  “Good to know you’ll say yes when I ask you. I like those odds.” With that, he went wild, fucking my mouth vigorously.”

  I quickened my pace with his wild thrusts.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, “Keep that up babe, and I’m going to come.”

  I didn’t let up. How could I?

  He thrust harder and faster and my pussy ached so much I had to touch myself. I reached down between my legs and stroked my clit sliding my finger down to collect the moisture and using that to swirl my tight bundle of nerves.

  He pumped again and then he swore so loud I’m sure everyone in a mile radius heard him, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”