Cut Wide Open
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“You sure?” she looked around and could tell everyone in the room pretty much knew what was going on. Gun had been asleep on her lap so she moved carefully to free herself so as not to wake him.
I took her hand and led her towards cabin two. On the short walk, she looked at me curiously, but I kept a steady pace anxious for what came next.
Inside, I’d lit a few candles. There wasn’t much to this cabin. A queen bed, small couch, tiny kitchenette and an old box television was the sum of it. The room had a soft glow. She squeezed my hand and whispered, “Gun.”
“Got you something that I wish I could’ve given to you years ago.”
“Is that so?” she smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. I moved across the room grabbing what I came here to give her. I handed her a bag and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
I knelt in front of her balancing on my toes but closer to her level. “Open it.”
She cautiously opened the bag.
“It’s not going to bite you, babe.”
She pulled out the leather vest with the Bleeding Scars logo on the back and read out loud, “Bleeding Scars Motorcycle Club, Property of Gunner,” her breath hitched.
“You know what that means, Mouse?”
“Maybe?” she asked tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.
“It means that if you choose to wear that, you’re declaring to everyone that you’re mine, and will always be. It’s the biker version of ‘I do.’”
“Gunner,” she sighed, “Like it’s even a choice. It hasn't been a choice since I was eight years old.”
“Take off your shirt. The first time I see my vest on you I want to see it against your skin.” She stared at me long and hard. I don’t know if she was daring me to change my mind, because there wasn't an ounce of uncertainty. It was more like her look was saying this better be it for us. I watched her throat as she swallowed then whipped her shirt overhead and then slid each arm out of her bra, finally freeing her beautiful, full breasts. I would’ve taken them in my mouth right then and there, if I didn't need to see that leather wrapped around her. Without breaking eye contact she slipped her arms into the leather vest. She was making me wild with want.
“Do you know how sexy you look with my patch on your back and your tits peeking out? Now, reach into the pocket.”
She did like I told her. Her lips parted in awe, when she felt the little box. She pulled it out and I grabbed it from her. I moved to my knee. I might’ve been a biker, I might’ve been a badass, but my Mouse deserved one knee.
“Mouse, do you know the first time I talked to you wasn't the first time I noticed you? First time I saw you, you took my breath away. I wasn't even really into girls yet, but I saw you and there was something about you. I’d look for you, and sometimes you’d already be watching for me, but if I was lucky, sometimes I’d spot you before you’d see me. Watching you was like finding this treasure that I didn't want anyone to ever find out about. I felt like if I talked to you, it might take away from that, until one day you just looked so sad that I had too. I couldn't stand seeing you sad. God, then the first time I kissed you, Mouse? It was like heaven. You know my dad died and my life was shit, but there you always were, and then those lips of yours, I swear to Christ, brought me more happiness in a single minute than anything had in years. Life dealt us some serious blows. But you? You protected my kid. You held on and you fought. And then, after all of this shit, you’ve let me love you. After everything, you’ve never doubted my love. And I can't tell you how thankful I am for that, because if I’m honest, I’ve always loved you. You’re wearing my patch, Mouse. Now wear my ring. Be my wife.”
She was crying and I wanted to wipe away her tears, but she hadn’t said anything yet. “Charlie,” I prompted.
“Yes. Yes to all of it. I’ll be your old lady. I’ll be your wife. I’ll be it all. I love you.”
I slid the diamond ring on her finger, my hand trembling with nervousness. “I love you.” I kissed her hard and long. She smelled so good. Her scent was like me, but fresher, prettier. My buckle clinked against the ground as my jeans hit the floor.
“Need you,” she whimpered my exact sentiments. I tore my lips from hers and pulled her leggings off of her. Her slick pussy glistened. I licked my lips wanting to taste her, but my need to be inside of her was greater. In another quick movement, I tore my shirt over my shoulders and moved on top of her. Her legs dangled over the edge. None of that mattered. I was mad with lust. All I knew was I needed to be buried inside of her.
“Charlie,” I gasped out her name as I pushed inside of her in one quick thrust. She was tight. She always felt tight. “Love this pussy. You’re so wet for me.”
I slammed in and out relentlessly. I wasn't careful. She wasn't the same woman as she was weeks ago, when we first made love. Now, she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.
“Give it to me. Give it to me hard,” she begged, and I was lost in desire. I lifted her legs and fucked her deep, and when that wasn't enough I flipped her onto her stomach taking her from behind. She came hard for me the moment I took her this way. It wasn't enough for me. I bent over her, marveling at how my patch looked covering her back, while I fucked her senseless. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheet in front of her. My balls slapped against her perfectly round ass. I slapped it. “Want to fuck you here soon.”
“Mmm,” she moaned and I knew she wasn't opposed to it, but I wasn't going to take it tonight. I didn't want anything to mess up tonight. As much as that appealed to me, I couldn't risk something new for us tonight. I needed it to only be about what the two of us have. She pushed back into me and began to meet my thrusts.
“Yes, Gunner. Again.” I smacked her ass again and I swear she purred. Yes, she would do just fine with that. She met me thrust for thrust and that tingle tight in my balls began. I wrapped my arm around her and flicked her clit over and over again. Another moment, and we were both exploding. “Jesus,” I panted.
She collapsed on the mattress and my body landed next to her. Out of nowhere, she began to giggle. “What’s funny?”
“I’m going to be your wife.”
“Yeah?” I asked trying to find out what was funny about that.