Liona
Liona finally drifted off to sleep after Cutter had cradled her in his arms. She awoke a few hours later, though, to an empty bed, and dim sunlight coming in through the bathroom windows. Not sure of what to do this early in the morning with an empty clubhouse, and Cutter not around to guide her, she wrapped the covers tighter around her and tried to drift back off to sleep. When sleep did not come, she was left alone with her thoughts.
She wasn't sure what to feel about Cutter. All those years ago, he'd been Dusty. A squirmy, insecure kid. Sure, they'd had a kiss, and it had been good. He’d been the squirrelly best friend, the sidekick.
Now, though, she didn't know what to think. She'd never had sex like that before, not even during the best days with Wyland before everything went south. She felt herself getting excited just remembering what it felt like to be held by him, how protected and safe she felt with him, but still like she was living a little on the edge while doing it. It was such a strangely wonderful feeling that almost took her right back to the moment when he'd finished inside her.
Last night had been intense, that was for sure. But, she didn't know if it was something more, or not. Guys like Cutter were different from guys like Desmond. With Desmond, she would have known that she'd be his one and only. She would have been special. With Cutter, though, she was probably a dime a dozen. Nothing unique or remarkable about her. Just another piece of ass, a notch on his bed post. She considered actually getting up to check his post, but realized that was probably ridiculous. That was just a figure of speech, wasn't it? Besides, she’d seen no evidence of other women, and he’d treated her with a detached respect and distance she hadn’t expected from someone with his reputation.
She shook her head, trying to reconcile the two personas. It was like having known Clark Kent back in Smallville, but having Superman screw the hell out of you when you got to Metropolis. But she still couldn't figure out what had happened afterward, with him trying to get up and leave. He hadn't wanted to take advantage of her. She understood that. Respected it, even. Not every guy out there was as honest, or had as much integrity he did. Which, for a biker, was saying something. They weren't exactly known for the great way they treated their women.
It had to have been something else, though. Something deeper. She hadn't seen the guy in almost a decade. He was practically a new man, completely different from the guy she'd known growing up. So what, then? Was it because last night had been special to him, and he'd just reacted poorly? Whatever it was, she didn't know. She probably wouldn't until he broke down and finally told her himself. Well, whatever last night had been, it had been a definite departure from her previous life. And, that being said, she'd definitely put a nail in the coffin on her relationship with Wyland West. Even if he could convince her to come back, somehow, she knew he'd never take her back. Wyland wouldn't be able to stand the thought that his friend's cock had been inside her. He'd never want to sleep with her again. With that thought in her head, Liona drifted back to sleep.
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She awoke again some time later. This time because Cutter's naked body was sliding beneath the shits and pressing against her body from behind. He leaned down, kissed her shoulder.
Something about the way she fit into his body, little spoon to his big one. Like they'd been made for each other years before, but were just now realizing. She moaned sleepily and pushed back into him. “How'd your meeting go?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“Not well,” he said. “Well, I don't think it did. Lawyer's reassuring me everything's going to be fine, but I think he's gotta do that with how much we pay his ass.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said, sighing heavily into her neck as he kissed her again. “He doesn't know if he can get Jersey out on bail for sure, but he's pretty sure he can by saying he's not a flight risk. Same thing with Big Jack. But, this judge that they're going in front of, I think Wyland's got him in his pocket somehow. It looked good for them yesterday, he said. But, now, our guy's saying it looks dicey. So, I don't know who to believe.”
“Which one is it?”
“Judge DeAngelo, I think.”
“County judge, right?” she asked, sleepily.
“Yeah,” he said.
“He's up for reelection this year.”
“You gotta be shitting me,” Cutter groaned into her shoulder.
“Sorry,” she said. “I know it hurts you to have your friends in there like this. It has to be hard.”
“Harder for them than it is for me, that's for sure,” he said. After that, he lay silently against her for a while. He may have been lost in his own thoughts and concerns, or perhaps he'd drifted off to sleep. As he remained quiet, though, the wheels in Liona's brain began to turn.
“Cutter?” she asked after a while.
“Yeah?” he said back after she said his name again.
She sat up in the bed, the sheet falling off her. She reached down and picked it up, pressing the cloth to her nakedness. “Hey, do you ...” she said, trailing off, searching for the right words.
“Do I what?” he asked.
“Do you think Wyland knows I'm here?”
“How could he?” he asked. “He doesn't even know we met again.”
“Then ... will I make things worse for you and your friends if I stay?”
“What?” he asked and chuckled. “Believe me, you ain't gonna make anything worse. We already got Wyland after us as it is. Far as I'm concerned, things can't get much worse than having a vindictive assistant DA on your ass.” He stroked her arm idly as he smiled up at her. “Now, come here.” She snuggled up next to him, using his shoulder as a headrest. He trailed his fingers up and down her back and she put her hand on his stomach. “I'm gonna make sure he never hurts you again,” Cutter said after a while. “I promise.”
She smiled and nodded into his shoulder. With Cutter beside her, at least, she felt safe and secure. He kissed the top of her head. Her hand wandered back to his abs, went lower.
“What are you…?” he asked as she encircled him with her lithe fingers.
“What do you think?” Liona asked, kissing him softly. She let her hands, and her body, do the rest of the explaining for her.