The Cut by Carol Lynne: Kings of Bedlam MC Series, Book One by Carol Lynne Page A

phone out and punched in some numbers before putting it to his ear. “Hey, grab Santana a fresh beer, and come out to the picnic tables.” He nodded. “Yeah,” he said before hanging up. “He’s gonna hit the head first.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen that boy pee against the side of a tree?”
    Stake pinched her nipple. “He’s smarter than that now. He knows I’d cut his fucking dick off if he whipped it out in front of you again.”
    Each time he showed his alpha streak, it made her pussy clench. “Yes, sir.” She moved to sit on his lap. Resting her head on his shoulder, she buried her face in his neck. “Call Tiny back and tell him we’re going to fuck before you talk to Cecil.”
    He squeezed her ass. “I won’t disrespect you like that. You deserve more than to be fucked a few steps away from a bunch of drunk bikers.”
    Even though she wasn’t going to get what she craved, her heart warmed at his answer. “Okay,” she whispered as she heard the door shut. She leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. “Please don’t be gone long.”
    “Just long enough. Promise.” He stood with her still in his arms and set her on top of the picnic table. “Watch her,” he told Tiny. “Anyone tries to mess with her, shoot ‘em.”
    Tiny chuckled and handed Santana a beer. “Will do.”
    Stake smiled at her once more before turning to head inside.
    “Mind if I sit?” Tiny asked.
    She gestured to the other end of the table. “Help yourself.” She took a sip of her fresh, cold beer and sighed. She really did enjoy the taste, even if she was afraid to like it too much.
    “I’m sorry I hurt you,” Tiny said. For a man of six-seven that had to weigh at least two-hundred and fifty pounds, all of it solid muscle, he sounded like the little boy she’d first met when she was five-years old. “I’ll make it up to you.”
    She fought hard to remember the position her mom had put everyone in. Stake was right, it wasn’t Tiny’s fault, but that didn’t erase the years of pain and loneliness. “I don’t know what to say.”
    Tiny tugged on his beard. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m the one who fucked up. I should’ve been strong enough to go against my dad and the club.”
    “No.” She scooted over enough to reach Tiny’s big hand. “I don’t think I’ll ever be the girl I used to be, but now I know it was my mom’s fault. Doesn’t make it any easier to stomach, and I’ll probably never feel comfortable around the club, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand why it happened.”
    Tiny sandwiched her hand between both of his. “Will you tell me what’s going on with Stake? I take it the two of you are finally together.”
    She took a deep breath. God, she needed someone to talk to other than Stake, but trusting Tiny after everything that had happened scared her. “I’ve always loved Stake, you know that.”
    Tiny smiled. “I think everyone knew that except Stake.”
    “Gordon’s going to get away with what he did,” she announced. “Stake’s talking to Cecil about it.”
    “Stake’ll kill Gordon,” Tiny realized.
    “Yeah, but I can’t let him to that.” She squeezed Tiny’s arm with her free hand. “I can’t let him go to prison because of me.”
    Tiny shook his head. “He won’t let it go. That isn’t who he is.”
    She wanted to tell Tiny that she planned to deal with Gordon on her own, but she wouldn’t make Tiny an accessory. She decided to change the subject. “Do you still talk to Jaycee and Gill?”
    He released her hand and reached back for his beer. “They got married if you can believe that shit.”
    Stunned, she reached for her own beer. She suddenly felt like she was back in high school. “Oh my God, how’d that happen?”
    “Wouldn’t I like to know.” He slapped his knee. “I never told Gill this, but I always thought he was gay. He never dated. All he wanted to do was hang out with me and