Chapter 25
Lord , please take this gas out of my stomach and put it into my car.
— Milena’s secret thoughts
MILENA
“ And then there was this one time that Coastguard went down to the Dairy Queen off Interstate 5 and was talking to a man about dolphin training for a whole hour,” Detroit wheezed.
Out of all the guys, I thought Detroit was the funniest.
It also helped that he had these mesmerizing green eyes that seemed to light from within whenever he talked.
To be completely truthful, I liked them all a lot.
Not a single one of them had been unwelcoming the entire time.
Well , as long as you didn’t count the women.
None of them had been welcoming.
There were quite a few women, and even a few that I noticed were clearly ‘with’ the men.
But none of them wore those vests you saw in romance novels proclaiming them ‘belonging’ to a member of the MC .
I wondered idly if I’d ever get something like that, or if it was truly something that only happened in dramatized stories.
“ On that one.” Cutter laughed as he stood up from behind me where he’d been sitting on my bench and cuddling me close. “ We gotta go. Milena has to be up at the ass crack of dawn, and I have to get her to the airport for her six in the fuckin’ morning flight.”
I snickered.
To say that Cutter wasn’t a morning person would be an understatement.
I’d learned this multiple times over the last few weeks, and it’d yet to get any better.
I doubted it ever would.
Sadly , the job that Cutter had taken on had pretty much demanded he be there early, per businesslike standards.
If he’d had his choice he’d be there ‘whenever he fuckin’ felt like it.’
His words, not mine.
To be honest, I kind of liked the idea of coming in later, too.
The idea of a coffee shop opening early didn’t sound nearly as awful until after I had a warm man in my bed to keep me company.
When Cutter’s hand came out to help me up, I took it, his large palm engulfing my tiny one.
The tingles started the moment his bare skin touched mine.
That was a lie, though.
His body had been wrapped around me all night.
He’d placed his hands on my bare thighs, running his palms up and down the length of my legs. He’d wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight to him. He’d placed kisses on my neck and shoulders.
He’d been playing the long game all night, and I was at the breaking point.
And the thought of getting on that bike and riding nearly thirty minutes home—if traffic was cooperating—sounded like torture.
Turning in his arms, I stared up at him and said, “ You never showed me your room.”
His eyes turned curious as he said, clearly misunderstanding why I was asking, “ It’s just a bed in a room the size of a Post -it Note .”
The operative word there was “bed.”
Though , I suppose, with Cutter’s strength, he didn’t necessarily need a bed.
I hummed before going up on my tippy toes and saying, “ Show me.”
His hands on my hips tightened, I was guessing still in confusion but curiosity as well, and I flushed when he started to drag me toward a long hallway.
The clubhouse itself was one large barndominium with a kitchen on one side and the bedrooms on the other side of a very large, open room.
There were a shit ton of couches, a bar, and TVs . A lot of them.
I’d gone to the bathroom, which was one of four in the long hallway on the left side.
But I hadn’t ventured any farther past them, too worried about what I’d find if I started to look.
Now , as he dragged me toward the bedrooms, I wondered idly if his bedding was clean.
I was proved neither right nor wrong when he walked to a door near the end of the hall on the left and pulled me inside.
The mattress was still in the plastic, and the bed frame was half-put together leaning up against the wall.
“ I like what you’ve done to the place,” I teased.
He didn’t bother closing the bedroom door when he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall.
The newly painted wall that still smelled of fresh paint.
So he’d known what I was asking after all…
“ Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he pressed himself against me.
I licked my lips and said, “ Yes .”
“ Why ?” He skimmed his rough palms from my hips up underneath my shirt, his hands stilling when he felt my braless state.
That was the good thing about having smaller breasts. You didn’t need a bra when you wore the correct clothing.
“ You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured in surprise.
“ They’re constricting, and make me feel like I can’t breathe,” I admitted. “ If I can get away with not wearing them, I don’t.” I looped my hands around his neck, then went up into his hair as I started to pull his mouth to mine. “ As to why, I didn’t think I could sit on the back of your bike for however long and not come…and it’s always way better to come with you inside of me than empty. Though , it might be a close second, coming against your back while on your bike…”
He growled and smashed his lips to mine.
It didn’t take Cutter much to get going.
He was gone for me…just like I was gone for him.
This whole situation was freakin’ mad, yet I was there for it.
I didn’t care that we barely knew each other.
I didn’t care that this was completely and irrevocably insane.
I only cared about how I felt right now, and that was fantastic.
With his hips grinding into my pussy, and his hard body pressed against me while he held me aloft…well, I truly couldn’t think about a single thing to complain about.
“ Milena ,” he growled against my throat when he pulled back from my mouth to catch his breath. “ I don’t have any condoms.”
I snorted.
We’d said the same damn thing, either him or me, each time we’d had sex since this had all started. Now it was just a game we played, even if a bit repetitious. Regardless , it made me smile.
“ It’s okay…maybe you can just put the tip in,” I taunted.
It was his turn to snort as he pulled back, set me on my feet, then started unbuttoning his pants.
I hastily got rid of my shoes, my shorts, and my panties.
Once I was standing there half-naked, he’d had enough time to get his pants unzipped and pushed partially down to reveal his cock.
His hand was wrapped around it, his fingers lazily stroking the long, thick length.
A bead of precome was gathered at the very tip, and as I watched, the drop fell to the floor.
The desperate thought of ‘lick it up’ hit me, but I wasn’t that far gone.
Now , if there happened to be another drop gathered at the tip, I could lick that drop off….
I went down to my knees, my hands going to the side of his calves, as I leaned forward and allowed my tongue to come out.
He continued to stroke, and the next drop that fell happened to be directly onto my tongue.
I brought my tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the roof of my mouth, his salty flavor bursting to life on my tastebuds.
“ Fuck ,” he growled. “ I’m way too fuckin’ old to be feelin’ like I might come like a damn teenager again. What the hell hold do you have over me?”
I grinned up at him, then brought my tongue out for him to continue to stroke the tip against.
He did this for a few long seconds more before he said, “ On the bed.”
I crawled over to the bed on my hands and knees.
The moment that I was on my knees with my ass up in the air, ready to flip over, he stilled me and kept me exactly where I was, pressing himself against me.
“ Just the tip?” he asked as he brought the tip of his cock to my entrance and teased me with it.
I gasped, feeling the spread of my pussy.
The head of his cock was by far the widest part, bulbous and ruddy, parting my tiny pussy with laughable ease.
“ Just maybe a little more than the tip,” I begged.
God , I needed him.
This need inside of me was all consuming.
And it was all for him.
“ More ,” I begged. “ Just more.”
He pushed just a little bit more inside, pulling back far enough that he could go just that exact depth more all over again.
“ Cutter ,” I begged. “ Please , Cutter .”
“ Please what?” he asked, his voice sounding as ravaged as I felt. “ Baby , we can’t. We aren’t protected.”
This game we played.
Every single time, it went like this.
Did it make me stupid to play this game with him, knowing what it could lead to?
Why did I fuckin’ love it so much?
What was done was done by now. If I was going to get pregnant, I was already pregnant.
I wasn’t missing my period yet, but if it didn’t show up tomorrow or the next day…
I snorted. “ That hasn’t stopped us before.”
“ Yeah , but before you weren’t fertile. Before , we weren’t playing a game with fate,” he said. “ We were unprotected, but I know for a fact that you weren’t close enough to your window to…”
God , just the tabooness of it all…
“ Please , Cutter ,” I begged. “ Please . Just a little bit more.”
He gave me more, this time going about halfway.
He gave me little pumps of his hips, forward and backward, just enough to make me want even more.
“ Cutter ,” I breathed. “ Just …just give me all of it just once. Just once.”
He sank inside and froze, so deep I could barely breathe.
“ You know, there’s another hole that I could be inside that wouldn’t have the risk of a baby,” he drawled. “ I could come inside of you and not feel a single ounce of guilt that I’m tying you to me forever.”
I shook my head. “ You and me are already going to be tied together forever. A baby isn’t going to be the first tie, and it won’t be the last.”
His cock jerked inside of me, and I mewled.
“ Cutter ,” I pushed back onto him, fucking him what little I could due to the way he was holding my hips. “ I’m just gonna…”
I pulsed my muscles around him, my eyes closing as the need started to ratchet up, higher and higher.
At last, his control snapped, and he started fucking me for real, no more games.
Or , more accurately, too far gone to really care about how it was too soon, and we were freakin’ nuts.
He fucked me with a blind abandon that showed his lack of control.
I reveled in it, my eyes closing and my face going to the plastic beneath me as I braced my arms in front of me and took the pounding he wanted to give me.
He fucked me hard, fast, and raw.
My orgasm snuck up on the both of us.
With no preparation, it blindsided me and pulled me under so hard and fast that I didn’t control the scream that left my throat when it came.
He growled, his hands on my hips tightening, and rode the wave along with me until at last he allowed himself to fall.
He grunted as his release hit him. Hot jets of seed spewed from his cock and bathed my insides, filling me so full that it spilled out, bathing my inner thighs.
Our breathing was the only thing filling the quiet room as he finally let my hips free of his death grip.
“ I really will get you pregnant one of these days,” he growled. “ Game or not, if you’re not by now, you will be soon.”
A statement.
A fact.
“ Would that be a totally bad thing?” I asked. “ I thought the idea really turned you on?”
He hummed, his mouth going to my right shoulder blade as he skimmed his lips against the soft skin there. “ No . We might be fuckin’ new. We might be fuckin’ temporary. But it feels very fuckin’ right. It does turn me on. It does make me want to scream from the rooftops that you are mine, branding you with come in a way that’ll make any man stay away.”
Temporary .
I didn’t like that word a single bit.
But he was right.
This was supposed to be temporary.
Wasn’t it?