Page 55 of Cutter's Hope

This was pretty much all but confirmed when she drove herself back onto my invading cock and cried out, “Harder!”

I was all for it, driving into her, the hotel television wobbling precariously on the surface of the dresser. Hope cried out, breathing ragged and sharp and picking up pace, she tightened down on me that much more and gave the first telling ripple around my head that she was on the edge, on the verge of coming and on the very edge of coming hard.

“Don’t you come yet,” I put just the right amount of threat behind the words then bent over her and let my fingers do the walking. I found her clit with the middle one and put myself in her deep, teasing the pearl and stilling inside her. Hope cried out, her legs were really shaking now and the only thing keeping her up was the press of my body against hers, holding her trapped between me and the dresser.

“Don’t you come, Baby, not yet,” I breathed and she gave a little sob. She was right on that fucking edge and I was a cruel bastard. I was going to drive her over. I had her set up for failure and she knew it. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs and she was trying so hard to not pitch off and over the edge of that cliff that I relented.

“Beg me,” I demanded.

“Oh God! You fucking asshole!” she cried and I shoved into her just a little tighter, my cock twitched and she cried out.

“Please!?” she begged, “Oh God, Cutter, please? Please may I come? Please let me come! Oh God!”

“Say the words, Sweetheart,” I intoned and with a frustrated little cry she did…

“Please may I come? Please oh, God,I’m begging you!”

“That’s my girl! I said and gently set my teeth into her shoulder, I disengaged them and teased her clit a little more mercilessly.

“Yes, come for me Hope, I want you to come,” I told her and with a wail she came apart so fucking beautifully I couldn’t hold back any more if I wanted to. I let myself go and went sailing off into the ether right along with her.

25

Hope…

We parked alongside Pyro and Radar’s bikes which were at the top of the street, set back in some tall grass. Rusty, his hand in a black cast and sporting one hell of a shiner nodded but wouldn’t meet mine or Cutter’s eyes.

“They’re up by the house, I’m just here to watch the bikes,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” Cutter said and I followed his lead, giving Rusty a short nod. Apparently once justice had been met out in the MC world, shit got dropped. The circles were too close for grudges to be held for too long.

“Go on back, Rusty, we can take it from here, Trike will watch the bikes.” Rusty nodded but didn’t budge from his watch. Cutter tugged me along gently and I followed him.

We crept along the side of the road and when our house was up next, slid along the outside of the tree line down the drive. A whistle that could have been a bird if it hadn’t been like three am, trilled off ahead of us and to the left. We arced around and came up on Pyro and Radar crouched in the dark. Radar slapped at a mosquito on the back of his neck.

“It’s quiet, there’s at least a couple of dudes…” I focused on the house and let Cutter take his man’s report. It was still and quiet. Most of the windows had heavy shades or drapes over them. The back ones were blacked out completely as if they’d been painted from the inside. The deep blue glow of a television set flickered around the drapes in one of the front rooms and a deep masculine cough drifted out from one of the cracked windows to the room.

“How many men?” I asked. Pyro, Radar and Cutter all looked at me and it must have been something Pyro had just said. I gave them a look that clearly communicated to stop looking at me and just answer the fucking question and Pyro shifted uneasily.

“Three that we’ve seen,” he said and I nodded, turning my attention back to the house. Cutter’s hand closed around my forearm, grasping me gently. I looked at him.

“Baby,” he breathed, “We gonna have a problem with you going OFP?”

OFP, a Marine term, it meant Own Fucking Program. I considered my answer carefully and gave him the truth.

“I don’t know…”

Radar snorted, “’I don’t know’ ain’t exactly an answer that inspires confidence, Chick.”

“I know, but it’s an honest one… that’s mysisterin there,” I pursed my lips and tried valiantly not to say anything that would make me sound like any more of an incompetent cunt.

“I get it,” Pyro said, “If it were the Captain or any one of my brothers in there, I would burn the house down around their ears but you can’t go it alone.” Pyro did this bouncing squatting walk to get right up next to me and leaned his shoulder against mine pointing.

“See there?” he directed and swung his finger, I followed his line of sight, “And there? That’s some high end fuckin’ surveillance equipment for a private residence. Top notch shit.” He was right, those weren’t cameras you would find at your local Radio Shack. I sighed out.

“They patrol the outdoor perimeter every fifteen minutes. It’s best we watch ‘em the rest of tonight on through tomorrow,” Radar said. I nodded and they went over a few more things. I paid attention this time and pretty soon it was just me and Cutter.

“Relax, Sweetheart, we’ll figure it out. I promise,” he murmured, and the best part about that was, I believed him. I nodded and took a look through the field glasses Pyro had left with us. We were on until just past dawn but before the light started coming up, we needed to move. In the dark of night this was a good vantage point but during daylight hours? We needed to find somewhere else to keep an eye out.

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