Page 40 of Cutter's Hope

“Uh huh, and anyone care to tell mewhyRusty’s hands were in our guest’s panties?” Ruth demanded. The big one, La Croix, was looking at Hope like she’d done something fascinating. My arms were already around her but I gave her shoulder a little squeeze and tucked her closer into my side. Her face was carefully schooled neutral but she was staring stoically at Rusty. I could see her wheels turning but had no idea what she was thinking.

La Croix stepped up and bent down, speaking in barely there tones to Ruth who nodded along to whatever was being said, his expression a mix of incredulous and furious. He stared down at Rusty and cocked his head to the side.

“Boy, you know that deserves an ass whoopin’, now you’re half way there, and seeing as it’s the lady you trespassed against… Darlin’, what would you like me to do to him?”

Hope looked to Ruth and without missing a beat said, “Break his damn hand.”

A bunch of the men sucked in a breath and one of them murmured, “Damn that’s a cold piece.”

Her reaction told me everything I needed to know, though. He’d touched her. There. There wasn’t anything ‘close’ about it. This was no near miss. He’d violated my woman.

“Mind if I do the honors?” I asked Ruth.

“Naw Man, you go right ahead.”

I let Hope go and sat, pulling on my boots beneath my jeans, taking my time. I went to where Rusty lay on the floor.

“Radar, Atlas…” My men dove on top of Rusty who started fighting. Radar got a hold of the man’s wrist and pulled his arm out, flattening his hand against the cement floor. I didn’t think about what I was doing. I just did. I slammed the heel of my boot on his splayed hand and the fucker howled. Bones crunched satisfactorily and I stepped off.

“Let him up,” I said and the man clutched his busted hand to his chest.

“Good enough?” I asked her. Hope nodded, her dark eyes slightly haunted but only if you knew what to look for.

“I need a fucking shower,” she grated and snatched up her back pack.

“Through there, to the left,” Ruth said a look of amusement on his face. I followed her and shut us into the bathroom and she started up the shower.

She turned around and with a furious look in her eyes came at me, I braced and she was up, in my arms. My hands found her ass while her legs went around my hips and her mouth crashed into mine.

“God, I know this is fucked up but I need you to fuck me,” she said against my mouth.

“What happened?” I demanded.

“Woke up with his fingers against my cunt, fishing to get inside.” I gritted my teeth, clenching my jaw for a moment.

“Should have broken his arm too, Baby. I’m sorry I left you,” I whispered.

“Don’t be, as you can see, I can take care of myself but if you really want to take care of me stop talking and start fucking, I want you there. I want only you there.”

Fuck that was hot.

“Down, down, down,” I ordered and she slid to the floor with an unhappy noise. I whisked her panties down her legs and her shirt off from over her head the same time I struggled to kick out of my boots. I got them off, but had to let her go to pull them off hopping on one foot. She laughed at me and I had to laugh a little too. I knew I looked ridiculous but I didn’t fucking care if it put a smile on her lips after that.

She went for my belt and my jeans before I could and I stood there and watched her undress me, smoothing my hands over her shoulders. God damn I wanted inside of her. I wanted to erase every bit of the presence of that cock sucker and to give Hope what she asked for. She was back up, those legs wrapped fine around my hips, her arms around my shoulders and I pressed her back against the wall.

I slid against her, my cock slicking through her folds only once or twice before finding purchase. I sank into her gratefully and loved how her head tipped back, a sultry moan climbing out of her throat as if I pushed it from her. I sank into her deep, and reveled in her heat. God damn she was so fucking perfect. She bit my bottom lip just until I grunted in protest, then she backed right off, smiling against my mouth.

“Hard, Cutter. I want to feel every inch of that cock, ride me you bastard!”

Damn she knew how to rile a man up with that dirty mouth of hers! I gave it to her, just how she’d asked for it, and vowed that one day we’d actually get to do foreplay. That someday I would get to take my fucking time with her. For now I was perfectly content to drive myself up into that hot, wet, tight; sweet pussy. I could fuck Hope like this for hours but with the way she tightened down on me, that wasn’t going to be an option. I bowed my head and caressed the side of her throat with my lips, and murmured my encouragement.

I think she liked it when I urged her to come, that it turned her on and gave her that edge she needed to go over the cliff. I growled against the side of her neck and nipped her shoulder and she spasmed around me, her silken channel rippling around the head of my cock and it took everything I had in menotto fucking come right then and there like some teenage jackass.

“Oh God, Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good, but you gotta fuckin’ come for me or I’m gonna go and I’m gonna have to finish you another way…”

That did it, with a low moaning wail, Hope came like I’d flipped her fucking switch or something. She shuddered and trembled in my arms, her pussy convulsing around my shaft andthatdidmein. I came, deep inside of her, pressing her back against the tiles of the bathroom wall by the door to a rousing course of cheers from the main room.

“Fucking assholes,” she panted against my shoulder. I laughed, and pulled back, she smiled up into my face and we kissed, probably one of the most perfect and meaningful meeting of souls I’d ever experienced in my life. I drew back to look at her one more time and she unwound her legs from my hips. I slid from her and she got her feet under her and we both sighed simultaneously. We shared a shaky laugh and she pulled me after her into the shower were we went at it all over again.

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