by Mia Miles
“Really, thank you, Vicky,” Cutter said. “Thank you for everything.”
He said it with such sincerity in his voice, and why wouldn’t he have? Vicky had helped him get law enforcement after my dad. Vicky had helped him get out of jail. And with everything her contacts at the FBI had found on my dad, charges against Cutter had been dropped in the drug case, sparing him court and more jail time.
Instead, my father and his co-conspirators had been jailed. The FBI had gone after the lawyers, the law enforcement officers, and a few other people my father had had “business” connections with. It turned out he hadn’t been a very successful businessman after all. He had basically blackmailed every local politician, official, or businessman into doing what he needed them to do for all those years. It was stupefying how much dirt they’d found on him once they started.
As for my mother, she filed for divorce while he was in custody. She and I both had charges against him in his pending federal case. Together, we added false imprisonment and kidnapping to the laundry list of charges he faced. He was being held without bail until his court date because the judge believed he posed a threat to us and anyone else he had been associated with on the outside. I had agreed to be part of the trial as long as I didn’t have to actually appear in court. Because I knew Vicky, I was granted my request.
“Vicky,” I said before she stepped out of the office.
“Huh?” She turned around quickly, surprised that either of us had anything else to say.
“Thank you,” I said, taking a step toward her and wrapping my arms around her neck. I wanted to express my gratitude for all the help she’d provided.
“Hey, just doing my job, doll,” she said. “Now, really, you two get back to whatever it is you need to do tonight.”
She flashed her winning smile and ducked out the door, leaving me alone with Cutter. We’d been so busy, even after my father had been locked up, that I felt like we hadn’t taken any time to talk except where it involved business or the case.
Cutter was standing behind his desk and staring at me with a strange look in his eyes.
“Not here,” he said, stepping around the desk and taking me by the hand.
He gave me a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Not here,” he repeated.
“What not here?” I asked, laughing.
“I’ll show you what I mean. Come with me.” He led me through the club as the girls were getting ready for the night’s show. We didn’t even have to say anything to Lex. She saw us leaving, so she knew what to do. She practically ran the place anyway.
Once outside, Cutter opened the passenger door for me. I’d pushed the seat back as far as it would go. I was starting to show, and I needed a little more room. Plus, we weren’t taking his bike anywhere anymore, not until after the baby was born.
He hopped in and cranked up the car. He was starting to get a big, wide grin across his face. He was up to something. He had an ace up his sleeve. He didn’t say much on the way to his house, just kept chuckling here and there as he thought about whatever it was he was planning to do at home instead of at the club.
We pulled up to the house, and he opened my door for me again, holding out his hand to help me out of the car. I managed on my own, thank you very much. He walked me up to his front door, taking each step with me slowly.
When we reached the top step, he opened the door and walked me through. We walked into the living room, where candles were already lit, waiting for us. I didn’t ask who had been in his house lighting candles for us. I figured it was probably one of the guys from the MC, probably Jay to be perfectly honest.
I knew that something special was happening. He never lit candles, and we never spent time in the living room. In fact, that whole reason I never had to do much to clean his house was because he only used a few rooms – the kitchen, the dining room, his bedroom and bathroom, and the patio by the pool. The rest of the house was pretty much never touched.
“So, look, I know we haven’t been doing this for very long,” Cutter started. He always seemed to humble himself around me. It was something I had noticed even when I had met him the first time. It was like I had caught him off guard and always seemed to catch him off balance after that.
I’d seen him with everyone else. He was always in charge. And if he didn’t start off that way, he was quick to take charge. Not around me, but I thought it was cute that I had that effect on him. It meant there was more to him than the rough exterior he showed other people.
He took both of my hands and stood in front of me. “I’ve already told you that I want you by my side and that if you stuck with me, I’d take care of your boy as if he were my own, right?”
“Right.”
His tone had turned serious, and it made my heart skip a beat. I wanted to ask him where all of this was going, but I almost didn’t want to hear the answer. I didn’t want to jinx it. If it was going where I thought it was going, I didn’t want to do anything to stop it.
He got down on one knee, and tears welled up in my eyes immediately. I couldn’t believe it. I pulled my right hand up to cover my mouth as my jaw fell to the floor. He took his hand back and reached into his pocket.
“Missy Jones, you are a force to be reckoned with. You came into my life and showed me that all hope is not lost, that the best days of my life lie ahead of me, and that there really are second chances in this life. So… will you marry me?”
He pulled out a ring box and opened it while he talked. Inside was a perfect diamond ring. It sparkled. It shined. It was everything I had ever expected it to be, and just like everything else in my life, it was coming from the most unlikely of places.
“Yes,” I shouted. It was all I could do not to jump for joy. A smile broke out across my face that I couldn’t contain.
He slowly slid the ring onto my finger, and it fit perfectly. I didn’t even hold it up to look at it like I always imagined myself doing. I was too overjoyed by the person who had given me the ring. I figured I’d get a chance to look at it later. As he stood up, I threw my arms around him and kissed him
I pressed my mouth hard against his, but as our bodies pressed together, as he pulled me against him with his arms around my waist, I felt a change in how our lips touched. The touch softened and grew more passionate.
His tongue entered my mouth, and I could taste him. I could taste all the years of smoke and whiskey on his breath, the years of living the life of a biker, the flavors that never went away.
He pulled my hips against his, and I could feel how much he wanted it me. I turned around and pressed my ass against him. I was so hot and wet from his touch, just from feeling him against me.
“Is it okay for the baby?” he asked, and I tried not to laugh.
“We still have a little while left,” I told him. It touched me that he cared enough to ask. Though he’d always been caring and gentle with me, the Cutter I had met wouldn’t have asked any questions. He just would have run with what I was giving him. My Cutter, the man who had put a ring on my finger just moments before, wanted to make sure he was doing everything right.
“Not here,” he whispered behind me.
A smirk played across my lips. It was the same thing he’d said before taking me to the house to propose to me. I reached back and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to my breast. I made him squeeze me through my shirt and my bra.
“Here,” I panted. “Right here. Bend me over the arm of the couch,” I demanded. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. He’d changed me, or at least he’d woken part of me up that I didn’t know existed.
“No, I can’t make love to you on the couch,” he insisted.
Make love? I froze for a brief moment. Then, I pulled away from him and grabbed him by his vest. I pulled him upstairs with me, took him to his room, and crawled onto his bed – our bed.
“How about here?” I asked.
He rolled me over and grabbed my pants. He yanked them off of me, and pu
lled my panties down slowly behind them. As his fingers ran down my legs, chills ran over my body. Goose bumps raised on my legs, my stomach, and across my arms.
He pulled my shirt off over my head slowly took my bra off. I lay underneath him, writhing with pleasure, waiting for him to touch me again, as he sat up on his knees and started to undress for me.
I was so wet he didn’t need to do anything for me to be ready. He pulled his boxers down after his jeans, and I reached out to grab him. I wrapped my fingers around his stiff, full erection. I pumped him a few times to get him ready while he took off his vest and his shirt, revealing the sweet contours of his body to me.
“I’m yours,” I whispered up to him. “Do with me as you please. Make love to me, Cutter.”
He slid himself into me, slowly at first. He leaned down over me and kissed my shoulders, kissed my neck, and finally kissed me on my lips, gentle, loving kisses.
“I love you,” he said as he started thrusting his hardened desire deep into my core. Pleasure shot out from between my legs to fill my whole body.
It wasn’t just his cock inside me. No, I’d felt that before. I knew what he felt like. I knew how he fucked me. No, this was something more. His words, finally spoken aloud, filled me with ecstasy.
“Say it again,” I panted, putting my hands behind his head, pulling him down to me so that his lips were right next to my ear.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I replied, breathlessly, realizing it was the first time we’d even said the words to each other. My body jerked beneath him. I was already cumming. He already had me there. White hot pleasure shot through my body and I gasped as each thrust pushed me deeper and deeper into the blinding ecstasy.
I squeezed my legs around his waist and felt my lips gripping his shaft, hugging him inside of me, creating more pleasuring friction with each of his thrusts.
I cried out again and tilted my head back, letting go of him as I let go of myself for him.
Then, he pushed himself deep inside of me, all the way against my inner wall, pressing himself harder and harder against me. I could feel his cock straining to contain itself.
“Cum for me, baby. Give yourself to me. Let me have you,” I told him. “I want you, all of you,” I pleaded.
He groaned, and then he erupted, filling me with his hot juice. I felt him filling me to the brim, as if he’d been saving up for me all this time.
I worked my hips against him, milking every last drop from him. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to empty himself inside me. We were together. We were one.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned to him, and he didn’t.
He started thrusting against me again as he finished, slowly rocking his hips, sliding in and out of me, until his body relaxed, and he collapsed by my side, panting.
I rolled over and put my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding under my hand as his chest rose and fell. He smiled at me as he breathed heavily.
“I love you,” he said again, running his hand through my hair. He smiled like he enjoyed saying it.
“I love you, too,” I told him. It did feel good to say it. I laughed.
“What?” He propped his head up.
“You asked me to marry you before we ever said it,” I told him.
He laughed with me and pulled me down to kiss him. I knew everything was going to be okay. I was right where I belonged, and even though things weren’t always traditional around him and his biker family, it was right, and I was loved. And our son was going to be loved unconditionally while being raised by real men and women, not cowards like the men and women I had known before.
I had stepped off the beaten path, the path that had been laid out before me, and I had found my own road. It wasn’t necessarily less traveled, but the people on it looked out for each other and took care of their own.
I was one of their own now, and I wasn’t going anywhere else.
THE END
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