Chapter 29

Kennedy – Two Weeks Later

I sit cross-leggedon our bed, my eyes looking at the words on the letter, tears falling.

It was fake….

I don"t, I don"t understand.

I re-read the letter again.

My Dearest Pixie,

It"s been nearly a year since you left, and I know the program is due to end.

I"m scared, baby.

Will you come home? Or will you decide to stay in New York?

I mean, I get it—New York is amazing, and the city has a great atmosphere, but do you know what it lacks?

It hasn"t got me, and I know that"s not a great prize in your eyes. I made Prue mine. I gave her my cut, but that"s where you"re wrong, baby. The cut is fake; the real one waits for you to wear it. She was never mine, Pixie. It"s always been you. Surely, I"ve proved that to you, Pixie? The phone calls, the stories of when we grew up, and how you were all I saw when you shouldn"t have been?

I wish you never followed me that night. I fucking wish you stayed in our bed where you belonged because then, right about now, you"d have my ring on your finger and our baby growing in your belly, while we're chasing another kid around.

I miss you, Pixie. I miss watching you walk into work. I miss the way you"d smile at the patients, and call me out on my shit. I miss the way your eyes would light up when we spoke or how your hand would gently lay on my arm at lunch. I miss the calls, even though you never spoke.

Two months of radio silence, and I feel numb, baby.

I don"t know how much longer I can breathe without you.

I love you, Pixie.

Your Lucas x

I wipe away the tears as my heart pounds.

He gave her a fake cut.

I shake my head and quickly leave the bed, rushing to the closet. I run into the open space, my eyes zeroing in on the leather hanging up on my side. Up until now, I've refused to look at it. I slowly walk over to it. With a tremble in my hands, I gently stroke it, a sob making its way out of my throat.

For weeks, the brothers have been yelling at me about not wearing Lucas"scut. We"re learning to forgive each other and to trust, and I need to be able to wear it in order to continue growing with him. The thought of wearing the same leather as her gutted me, pulling my insides out. I couldn"t bear it.

I take it off the hanger and gently look at the patch over the left breast….

Pixie

My tears fall. She never had that on hers, I should know, because I took in every inch of that cut while she wore it.

This leather, it"s darker than what she wore. I turn it around in my hands, looking at the back. The club"s logo sits on the back, the Devil staring back at me.

"Property of"at the top and "Doc"at the bottom.

I turn it back around, my eyes going to the patch on the right, the property patch she never had is staring back at me.

He never claimed her….

No one looked at her cut too closely to notice the differences to the other old ladies' cuts. He never claimed her; the cut is a symbol of a brother"s claim, it"s a symbol of the possession of their woman, showing in the eyes of the club that they are theirs.

He never claimed her….

I sob, my tears coating my cheeks, and slowly, without thinking too much about it, I put the leather on over my bra.

I should have dressed before putting this on, but I didn"t think. Today is the club"s family BBQ, and I was getting ready, but I had the itch to read a letter at random. I don"t read one every day now, his pain only getting worse, killing me inside and pissing him off, but I read at least three a week.

I wipe my tears, a tingling sensation hitting me, and I can"t help a small smile that appears.

Will he like that I"m wearing it, with just my lacy black lingerie, no less?

"It suits you,"he rasps, and I smile wider, looking up into the mirror separating our sides of the closet, our eyes connecting. He"s leaning against the doorframe, his cut removed, hiswhite buttoned shirt unbuttoned, his tatted chest on view, making my panties wet.

Damn, he looks good….

He had to go to work this morning for a consultation. He wouldn"t tell me what, stating patient confidentiality, but I knew it was important.

He pushes off the doorframe and slowly makes his way toward me. He removes his shirt and throws it toward the hamper. I smile as his arms go around my waist, his nose running along my neck.

"I do believe, my Pixie, that we"re going to be late because, like fuck can I go another second without fucking you wearing this."His fingers tug on the leather.

I giggle as he spins me around, then bends and places me over his shoulder.

"Your stomach,"I gasp, and he grunts, walking back to our bedroom. "Fuck my stomach. My woman, the love of my life, is wearing my cut on her back in nothing but her lingerie. I need inside you now!"

I grin as he throws me on the bed, then unbuckles his belt and removes his jeans and boxers. His hard member pops out, the head already turning purple with the need to come.

Well, I guess that"s my answer to whether he liked how I looked.

He smirks as he leans forward, his fingers hooking my drenched panties near the crotch, then slides them down my legs. He glides his hands up my legs, widening them to fit his broad shoulders. He leans his head down and licks me from my entrance to my clit, slowly circling around it, then sucking the nub into his mouth.

I arch my back, gasping at the sensation hitting through me, my stomach tightening. He sucks harder on the clit, causing it to pulse, and out of nowhere, my orgasm washes through me.

He drinks me up before looking up at me, grinning wickedly. I snort, shaking my head.

"Don"t let that get to your ego, mister."

He laughs as he gently kisses my body. He sucks on my neck as his cock blindly finds my entrance. His lips meet mine in a hard, bruising, claiming kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, making me moan.

He thrusts forward hard, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his muscular back as I drag them down, marking him.

He groans as his hips move fast and hard.

We"re not making love; he"s claiming me, and I love it.

I kiss him harder as my belly starts to tighten again, my walls pulsing around him. He tilts his hips, thrusting harder, and I see stars. I break the kiss and throw my head back, screaming his name, and he grunts and groans, his hips losing rhythm as he ruts into me, filling me up.

I breathe hard as he drops his head into the crook of my neck, his sweat mixing with mine, my legs staying tightly around his waist to keep him inside me.

"I think we need a shower before the BBQ,"I rasp, my voice hoarse from screaming. I gently run my hands up and around his shoulders and back again.

He chuckles then teases,"Good, I can take you from behind then,"making me giggle.

He slowly kisses my neck, licking up and along it, tasting me as he grabs something from the nightstand. He leans up and smiles at me, keeping his left arm leaning on the bed near my head. He then holds out a white piece of paper folded in half.

"I have a letter for you to read, my Pixie,"he rasps, gently rubbing his nose along mine. I furrow my brows, looking at it first, then at him.

He"sstill inside me, and he wants me to read his words that are full of pain after I finally decided to put on his cut.

His eyes soften when he sees my nervousness, and he gently kisses my lips, and says softly, "I promise, baby, this letter won"t hurt you; it won"t make you cry."

He"sserious; he wants me to read it right now.

"Seriously, you want me to read a letter while you"re still inside me?"I ask in shock, and he grins.

"Yeah, Pixie, come on, open it,"he commands, and he hands me the folded paper. I roll my eyes, taking it as he grabs something else, keeping his body over mine, his member deep inside me. I don"t pay attention as I read his words out loud.

"My dearest Pixie,

You finally came home, and you returned to me when I was ready to give up, ready to hand in my patch and run.

You saved me, baby, and you don"t realize it. I was falling apart without you, dying a little inside every day, only the memory of your skin on mine helping me.

I finally have you back in my arms, Pixie; I finally have you back again.

You"vebrought me back to life, made me whole, and cut or no cut, you"re mine just like I"m yours.

I want you always, Pixie. I want you round with our second child, I want you in our kitchen in nothing but my shirt, and I want my ring on your finger.

I want you to marry me, Kennedy. I need you to tether yourself to me always.

Marry me, my darling, and piece together the last bit of my shattered heart.

I love you always.

Your Lucas."

I sob, my tears coating my cheeks, and I rasp,"You told me I wouldn"t cry…."

He smiles, holding the green sapphire diamond ring in front of me, the same color as his eyes.

He smiles gently and rasps,"What do you say, Pixie?You"refinally wearing my cut, which you can"t take back. I"ve seen you in it now, so no take backs."I smile through my tears, his member starting to harden again inside me as he whispers, "Marry me, Kennedy. Marry me and make me the happiest man alive. Say yes, so I can make love to the woman of my dreams, the woman I have loved since she was only sixteen. Marry me."

I sob, gripping the letter as he looks at me with so much love, I can physically feel it in my chest.