Page 14 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

“Sorry?”

“The waiter. He’s old enough to be your grandfather.”

“Um… okay. He’s old enough to be yours, too.”

“ButI’mnot flirting with him.” He shrugs. “Maybe he’ll get you off if he can hold an erection long enough.”

Excuse me? “Okay, can we bring back the Cutter who’snotan asshole? Why would you think I want to fuck him? I’m not fuckinganyonefor at least a day.”

Darrin arrives with my water, setting it down in front of me. He has our coffees, too. But it’s the water that I’m after. Once Darrin leaves, I reach into the pocket of the jeans I’m wearing and pull out the couple of pain pills I took from Cutter’s bathroom cabinet.

“I took these from your cabinet. Hope you don’t mind.” Then, before he can respond, I drink a mouthful of icy water, pop the pills in my mouth and swallow.

“Got a headache?” he asks.

I point down to my crotch. “Lower.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I do that?”

“Told you I needed a rest. Your cock is huge and you fuck rough. I like it rough, but then I also need a break.” I shrug.

“Why’d you wait until now to take ’em? They could’ve kicked in by now.”

“I can only take pills with ice water.”

“What?” He laughs at me.

“I can only take pills with ice water. Otherwise, I can’t swallow.”

“Good thing you don’t need that for cock.”

“Might help shrink you down some. Then you’d be about the size of a normal man.”

He leans over the table conspiratorially. “You like my dick,” he says then straightens back up as if he hadn’t rocked my world in a way that I know no one else ever will. Because I’m rocked. To my core rocked by something special. A whole lot of something special I’m fast becoming addicted to.

“That’s an understatement. It’s a thing of joy and beauty. But that has nothing to do with the workout you give me.”

“So you’re not trying to fuck the waiter?”

I lay my hand on the table and glare at the man across from me, shocked that he’d even ask such a thing. “No, Cutter. I do not want to fuck our server. Though I’m not sure why you care who I fuck.”

“The only reason I care is because right now, I like fucking you. You’re good at it. So if you’re off fucking some other man, you aren’t around to fuck me while you’re staying at the clubhouse.”

“So that’s what you’re doing with me? Keeping me at the clubhouse to fuck you until I’ve paid my debt?” I ask sarcastically.

For some reason, this hurts. I just never imagined Cutter treating me like that. Sex with him has been fun. It’s been because we both wanted it. Now I’m just expected to give it up whenever he wants it?

“What? No—that’s not what I meant.”

“Then whatdidyou mean, Cutter?”

Darrin takes this moment to come back with our food. It smells wonderful, but I’m not so sure I’m hungry any longer. No. I’m not going to let Cutter’s thoughtless comments ruin my meal. Once the waiter leaves, I pick up a knife to slather butter over each pancake then drench the whole thing in gooey syrup while I wait for him to tell me exactly what he meant.

Time ticks away while Cutter slathers butter on his pancakes exactly as I did, then he drenches everything in syrup. The man knows how to create a perfect plate of pancakes. What he doesn’t do is tell me what the hell he meant.

It’s a challenge to keep my temper in check. I take in a few cleansing breaths. I’m glad I got sausage, but his bacon smells really good.

“That smells really good,” I say while fighting off visions of reaching over the table to choke the life out of the man.

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