Page 104 of Cut Me Down

“We’re still going somewhere? I figured you’d lock me up like Rapunzel.”

He chuckles.

“Of course we are. I need to get you out and about. Loosen you up a little. I think we did enough tonight for us to sneak out of town. You'll be safe where we’re going, but if me locking you up is what you want me to do, I’m more than happy to oblige.” He bites his bottom lip as I lead him over to the kitchen, and as he washes his hands, I make his plate. Before I can give it to him, he grabs me from behind again. His hand rubs my right hip as his other reaches around and up to caress my cheek. “It smells great.” He whispers in my ear, and I can feel my face heat up.

“You don’t have to eat it.” I shake my head and push out through nervous chuckles.

“Fuck yes, I'm going to eat it. I'm starving.” He tilts my head back and kisses me again. “Thank you for dinner.”

“You’re welcome.” I say against his lips and turn, handing him his plate as he leans against the kitchen island across from me. I jump up and sit myself on the opposite counter. Anxiously waiting to see what he thinks. Without taking a bite he looks at me peculiarly.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hell no, I’ve felt like I was going to throw up for the past five hours.” I try to respond comically, but it just comes out as another anxious giggle. His face droops lightly, and I can see the sadness in his eyes.

“I know. I'm sorry.” I shake my head frantically.

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or brought up Henry. I know what you do, and I know it’s important. I just don’t want you to put yourself in danger for me. I’m not…” He interrupts me.

“Don’t you fucking say what I think is about to come out of your mouth.” He grins at me to tell me he’smostlyjoking as he takes a bite. He chews a few times, and I watch as his eyes glaze over with a delighted sheen. “Holy shit, have you ever made this before?” He says amusingly as he chews.

“No, actually I just threw a bunch of shit together to be completely honest.” I shuffle my hands in an unknowing gesture as I speak.

“Well, you need to remember how you made this, cause it needs to be my every ‘after mission meal’. It is so damn good.” He shovels a large fork full in his mouth, and while normally I’d find that repulsive, I love it when he does it. It makes me laugh. Come to think of it, he makes me laugh a lot.

“Okay, babe. I'll remember.”

He looks up at me as he continues to chew.

“That’s twice now.” He smiles, the corners of his lips curling into a cocky grin.

“What is?”

“That you've called me that.” I smile back at him. Not bothering to fight the flush of my face.

“Do you have a problem with it?” He swallows and licks his bottom lip.

“Absolutely not.” God, he looks so good standing there. His legs are crossed at his feet and his muscular arms are bent at his chest. That masculine jaw moving up and down in a completely innocent way, but I see nothing but obscenity. I lean back on the counter, scoot my pelvis forward slightly, and open my legs for him. Giving him a good view between my legs.

“You sure about that, baby?” I say seductively as his eyes lock onto my core. That primal desire shooting across his eyes, and he bites his lip instead of taking another bite of his food.

“Oh? I get desert too?” He practically throws his bowl on the counter as he pushes off and into me. His tongue attacks mine with urgency the moment our lips touch. An all-out brawl for dominance until he decides that he’s won the fight. He moves to kissing and nibbling under my jaw and my neck as he moves his hands underneath my shirt to caress my body. Moving his hand up and down the curve on my side, grazing the side of my breast, and back down to over my stomach, then traveling to the string of my thong. I feel his hardened cock pressing against me through his jeans, and I feel the over-powering need to have him inside me.

I manage to unbutton his pants when I look over to see Carter coming down the stairs, only in boxers. My searing hot, mostly exposed body turns freezing cold the moment my eyes connect with his form descending the steps.

“Oh, my God!” I yelp as I flinch my legs closed and pull the shirt back down. Damien turns around, his back to me with his arms caging me in behind him to shield me.

“Carter, what the fuck?” He asks.

“She gave me a break…so I-I was going to…to get something to eat…” He’s walking like a zombie, looking half asleep and half tortured. Wobbling back and forth and dragging his feet. His eyes are unfocused and glossed over, and he’s looking around the room like he’s never been here before. Damien chuckles and shakes his head.

“Did someone drug him? What’s wrong with him?” Damien asks me.

“Serena and her voodoo cooch. That’s what’s wrong with him.” I lift my head a little. “Ser! You can’t kill Carter with your vagina!” I yell out, knowing she’s probably listening.

“We’ve only gone three times! He’s fine!” She yells back, from what I can tell, from the top of the stairs.

“What is wrong with her?” Damien asks as he laughs.

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