Page 65 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

Freya begins to cry. Cut gets up from the bed, stopping to rip off the condom, he knots it, tossing it into the trashcan before slipping on a pair of sweat shorts and heading off to get her. He takes about ten minutes to get back in to me, which means she probably needed to be changed. It gives me time to pull some clothes on. When he walks in, he hands her down to me in order to feed her, then Cut joins me back in bed, cuddling up to my side. He drapes his arm around the two of us as he watches Freya eat.

“Love you, too, baby girl,” he says to our daughter. So far, she’s my mini me. Same dark eyes, same hair color, same skin tone. She’s been gaining weight exactly as Dusty wants from her. A whole pound in the six weeks since we brought her home. I’d never held something so tiny and vulnerable in my arms before her. And she didn’t cry. Dusty set her in my arms, and she settled, staring at her dad and me. I swear she looked contemplative, as if sizing us up, then finding us acceptable, she closed her eyes. For someone who never wanted kids, Cut has taken to being a dad like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s the funniest thing in the world to see this rough, tough, badass biker with a tiny baby strapped to his chest, but he always carries her.

When people see us out together they often joke, “Did he contribute any of her DNA or did you clone her?”

Freya might look like me and need me for sustenance, but she’s totally a daddy’s girl and has that man wrapped firmly around her teeny pinky finger.

The funny thing is, Rae found out she’s expecting her first with Dark. Dark already started the process to adopt Ty and Lacy, her kids from her first husband. The only one of us not pregnant or with a kid is Dusty. But I see the way she watches us. I see the longing in her eyes. I see that same longing in Reaper when he watches one of his brothers holding a baby. It’s the damndest thing. These men went from zero to fifty kids in 1.3 seconds.

I lift Freya to burp her, patting her back several times.

“She’s back asleep,” Cutter whispers, gently taking her from my arms. “Putting her to bed, gonna fuck you again. Be prepared.”

I cover my mouth to stifle my laugh so as not to wake her up. Then while he puts our daughter to bed, I prepare to fuck again. He doesn’t know this yet, but I’ve decided on his wedding gift. Pulling open the nightstand drawer, I reach inside to grab a bottle of lube. It’s the brand Rae specifically recommended. The bottle says:Numbing Lubricantright on the front of the label. It still makes me nervous given the size of him, but if any man deserves ass play, it’s Cutter.

Vlad’s been hesitant to let Waite prospect for the club. He would make a great brother, but Vlad holds a lot of guilt about not being around for his nephew while he was growing up.

“He needs to get over that shit,” Cutter said to me one night while we were snuggling on the sofa after dinner. “The kid’s going to prospect somewhere. He’d be safer with us. We’d have his back.”

Cutter is completely right. Speaking of Cutter, the legend himself walks back into the room. Before he can put a knee to the bed, I toss him the bottle. He looks down at it, reading it, then he looks back at me. The most beautiful, devilish smile breaks across his face.

“Fuck,” he growls. Then diving onto the bed, he rolls on top of me. “Luckiest asshole in the world,” he mumbles against my hair. It tickles. I laugh and squirm. But he stops abruptly, looking into my eyes. “You sure?”

I sigh, reveling once again in the fact that I found the right kind of biker. “Yes.”

He flips open the lid to the lube and squeezes a bit onto his fingers. Then, it’s on.

Holy,holyshit.

It’s no wonder Dusty breaks this out when she wants something from Reaper. Cutter is putty in my hands, although, if I’m being honest, I’m putty in his, too. He presses, twists or fills (with my vibrator) every erogenous zone on my body while he takes me from behind again–this time, using averydifferent hole–and before I know it, the orgasmic sensation ripples through me. Cut roars his release with his mouth pressed to my back.

We’re a sweaty mess of bodies spent and completely sated.

“That was amazing, baby,” he whispers in my ear, still breathing heavily, after pulling out and rolling us onto our backs. He gathers me into his arms. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for loving me enough to marry me, giving me a home and a family.”

I mean it more than just our beautiful daughter. He gave me the Horde, too. I went from being completely alone to never being alone again unless I want to be.

We’ve become really close with Reaper and Dusty since we bought a house in their subdivision in Middlesboro. It’s a two story split level with Sagey-green siding, a white garage, white front door and white trim. It didn't have a porch when we toured the place, but the brothers got together, helping Cut build us a beautiful one as a housewarming gift. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever lived in my life.

Cut and I planted pygmy shrubs in the front along with rosebushes. I have green plants and flowers hanging from hooks on the porch. We sectioned off half of the backyard for a raised vegetable garden. The other half we’ve saved for Freya to play in. It’s all fenced. We have a patio with the most gorgeous patio furniture and a brick outdoor grill with a built-in pizza oven. I feel like I’m in Tuscany when I’m out there, though I’ve never been to Tuscany, I’ve seen videos on the Travel Channel. Cutter takes pride in this home he’s given us. I’ve never seen a man so eager to mow the lawn. He even bought matching trash and recycling bins for the front, and we only keep them out on trash day. Reap, Dusty and Rough come over all the time for cookouts.

Despite not having an old lady of his own, Rough decided to move to Middlesboro, too. He lives only a street over from us. I suspect it’s because of the attack on us from the Satan’s Apostles and the Death Bringers. Living so far from the compound, Dusty, Freya and I are never too far from Horde protection.

His home could definitely use a woman’s touch, but we’re happy to have him so close.

About a week after we brought Freya home from the hospital, Cut sat down on the bed next to us and completely blew my mind. “Been thinking,” he said.

“About?”

“What if something happened to you and me? What would happen to baby girl?”

“I don’t know,” I replied a little bit shocked that he’d come up with this.

“Hate even considering it, but I think we should ask Reap and Dusty if they’d take her, with Rough having a say in her life. Then, if they can’t do it, she’d go to Rough. I trust all my brothers and love all the women, but given you getting so tight with Dusty and my brothers, this feels like the right decision. What do you think?”

My eyes started to well with tears. “I think I love you, Cut. I think we should ask them and if they agree, write up a will or whatever you do to make arrangements for a kid.”

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