Page 31 of Cutter's Hope

“Something to eat sounds good,” I conceded.

“The way you’re looking at me, Sweetheart, I should probably say I’m not on the menu…” he said but we were both drawing nearer to one another.

“Sure about that, Slick?”

“Nope, not at all,” and we kissed. My blood caught fire and my hands gripped his face between them of their own volition. Then it was a whole lot of me pushing his leather vest off his shoulders and scrambling at the catch on his jeans, which is about when it struck me, he was wearing jeans and heavy boots, not exactly beach gear. I put it from my mind as we worked each other out of our clothes.

Everything of mine had been neatly put away in my pack, which I just about always had my gear stowed at a moment’s notice, in case I had to bounce. My tablet and phone were both plugged in and chilling on the nightstand, my purse and my paper files ended up sloshing to the floor in our heated frenzy to get naked. I pushed him back into the bed and straddled his hips, lowering myself onto him.

Oh my God he felt amazing. He looked up at me with lust filled eyes and pressed his thumb against my lips, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, biting it gently as I ground down onto his cock. He was seated in me as deep as he could go and I fucking loved it. He let me have my way, didn’t order me to ride him harder or faster, but rather just took his time and let me do what I wanted. I liked that, I liked that a lot, that he was secure enough to let me have control this time around.

“Make me come,” I ordered him and he smiled with savagery. He drew his thumb away from my mouth and used my own saliva as lube to tease my clit. Fuck he was hot.

I threw my head back, my hair grazing the tops of his thighs and I listened to him suck in a sharp breath. I rolled my hips and watched his eyes drift shut, as he concentrated, his head tilting as if listening to music only he could hear.

“Fuck yeah, Baby, like that – just like that…” he breathed and I squeezed down on him. I loved that I could do this, make him feel good, make me feel good, it’d been too damned long. What’s more, back then, it’d just been sex… I couldn’t deny that whatever we were doing, last night or today, that it was definitely somethingmorethan just sex. There was weight and emotion behind joining with Cutter, I just was hesitant to put any labels onto something so new.

“Oh God yeah, right there, mmhmm!” I encouraged when he stroked my clit just right. I clamped down on his cock with my pussy just a little bit harder and bent forward to claim his mouth in a kiss. His free hand tangled in my hair, holding it gently back from our faces as we made out and I spiraled that much higher, coiled that much tighter. I couldn’t exactly kiss him and ride him at the same time so he picked up my slack with some controlled and steady thrusting as he did what I commanded and made me come.

I splintered apart, gently at first, but the orgasm was like a freight train, lumbering into view, until suddenly it was just there, blasting past you, blowing through you, until with an inarticulate cry into Cutter’s mouth and a jerk of my hips he knew he’d completed his task. Too much, too sensitive, he removed his thumb and took his hand from my hair and gripping my hips held me in place so he could fuck me and take his own satisfaction.

As far as that went, it didn’t take too long for him to come either. The sex of today, as compared to last night ended up being a quickie and I think we were both alright with that because as I lay panting across his chest, both of our stomachs growled in unison.

We laughed and he swatted me playfully and painlessly on the ass to get up. I reared up and shivered with delight as he slipped from me, when I looked again he was looking up the length of my body in wonder.

“Come down here and kiss me one more time?” he asked softly. I bent at the waist and complied, placing my lips gently against his.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my mouth and his words gave me a rush of pleasure.

“Thank you, you’re not half bad yourself,” I said, voice husky.

“Come on, let me treat you to some dinner and we’ll figure out where to go from there,” he murmured.

“Sounds good,” I breathed.

It did, it really did…

14

Cutter…

Tiny was gator food. It had to happen. He’d betrayed us, put our entire club at Hope’s mercy and that was just fucking unacceptable. We’d tried, man. Treated him like a brother far longer than he’d deserved to be one, and after last night, it had been no surprise that it’d been a unanimous vote for Tiny to meet Davey Jones up close and personal.

I looked Hope over as she typed into the fancy tablet she owned. She was in my shirt and nothing else while I stood in just my jeans and cut in the kitchen preparing us a meal. She was beautiful, despite the slight frown of concentration marring her face.

“What’re you doing?” I asked softly, she smiled, a gentle curve of her luscious mouth and answered me without looking up at me.

“Why do you need to ask me? Your boys will tell you soon enough, or did you think I would miss the tracking software ghosting everything I typed?” She leveled me with a clear and steady look that said nothing and everything.

“Clever girl,” I said and checked the fish under the broiler.

“It’s cool, I get it,” she said softly and I believed that she did, “No lies, no half-truths Cutter. I just want to find my little sister.”

“I know Baby, and I really want to help you find her.”

“But?” she asked.

“No buts, I want to help you find her, I just want to make sure my club, my brothers are safe too,” she gripped the seat of her chair between those long legs of hers and leaned forward.

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