“Someone in there with you?” The deputy knocks again. “Sadie—?”
“I’m not decent, deputy. I’m fine, though. I’ll call my stepfather and Mom, and I’ll tell them we had a nice chat and shared a cookie—”
Cutter narrows his eyes at me, landing a small smack between my legs.
The deputy mutters something unintelligible, and I’m pretty sure he knows what’s going on in here. But I’m over eighteen, I don’t need a babysitter, and there’s nothing illegal about getting your filthy Christmas cheer on.
If he wants to tattle on me, so be it. Cutter and I are done hiding.
“That…” I say, breathing hard as I look down at my soaked, sticky, sex-messed and marked pregnant body as the sound of the deputy’s truck pulling down the driveway makes me sigh with relief. “That was amazing.”
Cutter grabs the mask from my hand and flings it behind him, shifts back down my body, leans forward, and takes a long lick from my pussy upward, through the mix of milk and cum,between my breasts as they hang heavy and battered. He kisses my lips, letting the flavor of us both mingle in our warm breaths as he stares into my eyes.
“How did you come up with all that rhyming?”
“I had a lotta time to plan, baby.”
“And the green cock?”
He snorts a laugh. “Food coloring.”
“So hot,” I say, reaching out to stroke a finger gently down his softening shaft. It’s still green, but also pink and warm and I crave it like a drug. “It was like being inside a dirty Dr. Seuss porno. You read the last chapter downstairs before you came to my room. The part about fisting.”
“Of course I did. Did I give you the Christmas you dreamed of, Cindy Lou? My little Grinch-slut sister?”
I nod. “Everything. I love you. I knew you were out the second I saw that creepy guy standing on the corner in a Grinch mask. I barely made it through dinner. You shaved the beard though. I liked it. My bearded cowboy.” I pout.
“Yeah, had to go, the mask and the beard were fighting for position. I’ll grow it back for you baby. I love you too. No way I could have let you know I was getting out. They don’t tell us exact times or days when we’re being released. It all worked out perfectly. But, fucking Colbert has connections, they let him know I was getting my free ride to the bus station and put me on the phone with him. He told me to meet him at the club, mentioned y’all were having lunch, and that he and your mom and Isabel were leaving, you were staying. I was pretty sure you’d be pulling around the corner in town soon enough.Figured I’d give you a heads-up that Christmas Eve was coming soon, as they say. I just wanted to make my coming home special. Emphasis on the coming part. Now, let’s go get my dirty cum-covered girl cleaned up. How’s our baby?”
“Sleeping, I think,” I tell him, stroking my womb where our child is growing as he tucks his hand under my shoulders, then the other behind my knees, and lifts me, curling his arms so I’m tucked solidly against his torso. The result of one of the many hot AF prison conjugal visits that Cutter bribed the guards to allow.
He carries me up the stairs and settles me into the velvet and leather chair in the enormous bathroom attached to my room, while he fills the bathtub, adding bubbles before he laces his fingers in mine, lowering me into the water before climbing in behind me.
I lean my head against his chest, enjoying the warmth.
“Hated not wearing my hat though,” he grouses as he finger-brushes my hair. “A cowboy feels naked without his hat.”
I giggle. “Where’d you leave it?”
“It’s hanging on the hook by the garage entrance, along with your Christmas presents.”
Cutter’s mom named him after her champion cutting horse. From what I’ve learned, she was a wild child. Beautiful and free and independent. She and my stepfather were a one-night thing, by her choosing.
I think he hated Cutter because he reminded him of something he couldn’t have. Someone who didn’t buckle when he madedemands. Didn’t care that he had money and could make her life better. At least, that’s what Colbert thought.
She always told him, you’re born a cowboy, you’ll die a cowboy. Stand up for yourself and for others who can’t do the same. Tell the truth. Listen more than you talk, and when you find love, grab it and ride it like a rodeo bull with his balls on fire.
I smile. I wish I could have known her. But when I look at Cutter, I know in a way, I do.
He went to prison because he remembered the lessons she taught him. And I know, deep down, that if he’d had a better lawyer, one who believed he did what was right and wasn’t just a vigilante thug, the judge would have seen what I do.
A good man. One who protects those who can’t protect themselves.
That’s why I want to go into law, to defend the rights of those who do the right thing, and make the courts see it.
I turn, sloshing the warm water around us. “Christmas presents? How did you have time or money to get me presents between leaving the prison and getting here?”
He sighs. “You don’t think you can get things in prison? There’s an entire commerce system at work behind those walls. I’ve got lots of moves going on, baby. I wasn’t going to be spit back out of that hellhole without a life set up for my family.”
