Ten days! Ten days of touching me, kissing me, rubbing my legs as they were draped over his lap as we sat on the couch. Every night listening to his heart beat as my head rested on his chest. Waking up wrapped in his arms with the feel of his erection pushing up against me, only to have him kiss my forehead and get out of bed. Yeah, it had been the longest ten days of my life and the most frustrating. I had always been active and to have that part taken away had been hard. Add in an insufferable man with his: eat, take your medicine, you can’t lift that, you aren’t supposed to do that, made for long days of nothing. The frustration, I wanted Crusher with everything in me, but no, the man wouldn’t break. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I planned to get my vibrator out and use it while I laid next to him.
“What’s the frown for, your leg hurting?” Like he didn’t know. For the past week I did everything but climb him like a tree. But if I’d done that, he would have only yelled that was too much motion. Crusher sat in the chair across from the exam table I was currently laid out on while we waited for the doctor to come in and remove the stitches from my thigh. He was relaxed and looked comfortable in his skin. I, on the hand, was sure an alien was going to pop out from under mine if someone so much as touched me. The man had me wounded so tight I felt like I could explode any minute.
“No. Just a dull ache,” I answered and then under my breath added, “in my crotch.” I knew Crusher heard me when he chuckled but before I could snap at him the exam room door opened and the doctor walked in.
“How are you doing, Ms. Monroe?”
“Better once these stitches get out and you tell me I can go back to work or at least resume some activities.” See, wound tight.
“Someone’s not been a very good patient?” The doctor would see good if he didn’t get on with it.
“She’s not been too bad, doc. Just suffering some tightness in a couple places,” Crusher said and looked at me and smirked. Asshole.
“Nice to hear, means the skin is sealing closed. Also tells me you haven’t had a lot of motion, which is good, less chance of rupture by keeping the pressure off it.” The doctor looked down at my chart and I looked over at Crusher.
“But I need some motion, doc. I’m going to combust if I don’t get any.” Crusher’s lips twitched.
“Well let’s get those stitches out then.” I laid back on the table and closed my eyes as the probing and prodding when on. It wasn’t long and he was finished and I was sitting up listening to him talk to me about therapy. “I will set up your therapy to start in two weeks. Though the incision area looks great, you still need to take it relatively easy, the vein and muscle are on the mend but aren’t one hundred percent. I’ll want to see you back in two weeks also but after your first therapy appointment. If all goes well, we’ll see about getting you back to the sheriff’s station. Until then, I’m recommending that you continue on your leave of absence.
“If you don’t have any questions, I’ll leave you to give the front desk your chart to get those appointments set up,” the doctor finished and when I didn’t have any questions he was out the door.
“Baby, that was good news,” Crusher said and helped me down off the table.
“I know it is. And I know I am lucky too. But, Crusher, with nothing to do I am going crazy.”
“Yeah, baby, we need to see if we can find you an activity to do to burn off some of that energy.” I didn’t even respond as we stopped at the desk and got the appointment cards from the receptionist and headed to the parking lot. After getting in the truck it didn’t take long for us to get back to the house.
“I’m going to have a beer and if you so much as tell me I can’t because I am taking pain meds. I swear, Crusher, I will get my gun and shoot you. I won’t even get sent to jail, it will be written off as a sexually frustrated woman snapped and killed the closest man, no female juror would convict me.” Crusher laughed and reached in his pocket for his ringing phone. He looked at the screen and hit the talk button.
“If you aren’t going to talk, then quit calling my fucking number.” Crusher disconnected the call. “Baby, Sami is supposed to stop by, when she gets here I am going to run to Black Hawk and have Coast see what he can find out on this caller.”
“Have you gotten a lot of them?” I knew he had gotten at least two while he was here taking care of me.
“About once a month for a couple months and now it seems we are down to weekly. I don’t know who it is. One time a woman did ask if I was Russell Davis. But when I asked who she was and why she wanted to know, she hung up.”
“Not a long lost girl friend?” I joked but Crusher just stared at me, walked toward me, and then placed a hand on each side of my face. With his eyes locked with mine, he bent and his mouth met mine and the only thought I had was ‘don’t stop’ as he devoured me. His tongue pressed in and met mine and our combined tastes were intoxicating.
Crusher’s hands moved from my face to travel down my arms and back up. He rubbed down my back until he reached my butt and then he picked me up, the skirt I wore bunched up and I wrapped my legs around him. He was gentle as he moved one of his hands off my butt to support my bad leg from underneath. Then my back hit the wall and he pressed his erection into my center. I shifted my hips and he groaned into my mouth, followed by my own moan when he rotated his hips and the hardness of his jean-covered cock slid across my panty-covered pussy and the friction had an orgasm building within me.
The kiss broke and Crusher began a journey down my neck with his lips, stopping in the crease where my neck met my shoulder and then his teeth scraped over my skin and I exploded. The orgasm hit with such force it left me lightheaded, my vaginal wall contracting. I shook in Crusher’s arms and then before I could fully comprehend, I was up in his arms as he walked toward the couch and sat me down.
I looked up into his eyes and the glow of desire reflected back at me. I reached for him, taking hold of the waist of his pants, pulling him closer. I reached for the zipper and he placed his hand over mine, stopping my movement.
“I hear Speed’s motorcycle coming, and trust me we don’t have time.” He stepped back and my hands dropped. “When I get inside you again, it will be a while before I come out. Rest up while I’m gone, you’re going to need every ounce of endurance you can gather.” The doorbell rang and Crusher opened the door and said hi to Sami as she walked in.
Crusher walked back to me and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be back in just a bit.” Then he was gone and Sami stood in front of me.
“Your face is flushed and Crusher ran out of here as if his pants were on fire.” Sami gave me that knowing look. When that happened in our youth, I learned how to deflect.
“Where is Spider bug? How come she didn’t come with you today?” I sat on the couch, my legs stretched out. Ally had come with Sami every time they came to visit.
“She wanted to stay at the house. More specifically the garage. The construction crew is putting up the extension and Flirt, Jag, Coast, and Devil are overseeing that while working on the bike they have started. I didn’t want to leave her there with all that going but the guys said it was alright and that every girl needed to know how to work on a bike. My daughter is turning into a miniature biker bitch.” I laughed.
“Oh, it can’t be that bad.” I laughed harder at the look on Sami’s face.
“Please, I forgot to tell you. It was when you were at Haven and Stroker and the other dads came back from their last trip. They brought her home a pair a leather pants, a leather vest, and black boots. Girl, I didn’t even know they made that stuff that small. And for men, they got the size just right.” Tears were running down my cheeks just imagining Ally dressed in the biker clothing.
“Sami, you have lost the princess title.” Sami rolled her eyes, she had always hated when the men at Haven called her that.
“That girl has them all wrapped around her finger. Carly, we both know women are accepted in the clubs but they have no say in how it is run, nor are they in the leadership. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Speed won’t let that happen. And neither will Crusher, Sami.”
“Listen to you. Where’s the girl who wanted no part of club life?” Sami cocked her eyebrow in question.
“She got a refresher course on what family is about.” I looked down at the pinkish scar on my leg.
“Carly, he’s good for you. Not that you asked me, but I thought I would tell you anyway.” Sami smiled.
I loved Sami like a sister, we’ve shared happy times and sad. “But am I good for him? That’s the question.” Sami shook her head at me.
“You’ve told me over the last two weeks everything you wouldn’t share before. Carly, you rose above that shit, don’t allow that to stop you from continuing to rise. Crusher is going to be the president of Black Hawk, his ol’ lady is going to have to be strong and willful in her own right. Crusher sees that in you, I see it in you, it’s time for you to see in yourself.” Tears filled my eyes and Sami came over and hugged me.
“He hasn’t said anything about making me his ol’ lady. This could be just a fling for him.” Sami stood and literally doubled over laughing and I frowned at her.
“Oh God, that felt good to laugh like that,” Sami said after she got herself under control. “What do you think he’s been doing? Huh, Carly?” She spread her arms out, “Here with you. The hospital. Everything from the time you left to go to Haven till now. What has he been doing?”
“He’s been taking care of me, that’s all.”
“Oh my God, you really don’t know. Did you expect him to give you an ultimatum like Speed gave me? He has maneuvered you. He might ask you to be his ol’ lady but, Carly, you have been that since he stayed with you at the hospital. He let you have your say, then if he thought it wouldn’t harm you, he gave you your way, if he didn’t like what you wanted to do, he worked it till it was something he could accept.
“You accepted Speed as your brother with no question. Accept what is between you and Crusher. Don’t analyze it. Just go with it.”
Sami was right, it was time to carve out my own piece of happiness. “Speaking of Speed, why didn’t he come in with you? Or did he have club business he needed to handle?”
“He visits Cutter’s grave when he needs to talk things out. He told me he’s done it since he got back. It helps him. He loved Cutter. I’ve noticed since I’ve been around the six of them more that underneath the tough, badass biker/ex-military men they are, there are six men who love as hard as they live. And if you are the woman they have chosen, there won’t be day that goes by that they won’t show you that you mean everything to them. Once you are taken into their fold, they will protect you with everything they have. They are who writers make stories about. Carly, we used to read those romance books with my mom, remember?” At my nod she continued, “Now we get live it instead of read about it.”
“How’d you get so smart, Sami?” I smiled and so did she. “Will you help me pack a few things to take to Crusher’s house?”
“Yes. I’m so happy for you, Carly.” We both stood and headed toward the stairs. “And before we head there, will you take me to Cutter’s grave? I think I’d like to meet my dad.”
“Carly, are you supposed to be doing so much on your leg?” Sami pulled Crusher’s truck off to the side behind Speed’s bike.
“I’m not putting any stress on it. I’ll be fine.” Sami stayed in the truck and I got out and walked toward the lone figure that was knelt down on his heels in front of the black granite headstone. Speed must have heard my approach ‘cause he stood but didn’t turn around. As I walked up next to him I read what was written on the headstone.
“Cutter”
Harvey Paul Weston
Born – May 15, 1960
Died – Feb. 29, 2016
“Cutter would have loved you, Carly.”
“Will you tell me about him, Speed.” I stepped closer and put my arm around his waist and he put his around my shoulder.
We stood together in front of our father’s grave as Speed told me about Cutter from the first time he could actually remember him. We laughed, we cried, and we stood as brother and sister and grieved—him for the loss of a man he loved—and me for the loss of a man I never got the chance to love.
When we turned to leave, we left behind any regret for time lost and brought with us the celebration of the time we had left.