CUTTER, 4 (Red Sin MC) (5 page)

I glanced down. Shit.

“Don’t say sorry, Grace!” Heather yelled. “You have nothing to be apologizing for!” She started waving her own gun around in the air like a crazy person. “Sorry for what? Busting in here and saving your ass after you beat the shit out of one of the few real friends I have left?”

Blaze looked like his eyes were on fire. “Heather,” he hissed.

“No,” she shook her head. “You should be on your knees thanking your lucky stars that we were here! Apologizing? Ha! Don’t make me laugh! Ha-ha-ha!” she echoed sarcastically. “Get over yourself, we aren’t sorry, and we’d do it again. Wouldn’t we, Grace?” She looked at me, still playing catch with the very dangerous gun she had in her hand.

What the hell was she, nuts? I didn’t think this whole girl united thing applied to Cutter and Blaze! We couldn’t burst into their kidnapping plan without any permission and not even act sorry.

Cutter looked appalled. “What has gotten into you, young lady?” He gazed up and down her body like someone had taken it over without her permission. “We roughed up your piece of shit crush and you think you can just come in here fucking with what we took years to build?” He shook his head. “Dad is going to fucking lose his shit on you.”

“He can get in line,” Blaze snapped. “And give me that fucking gun.” He grabbed it out of Heather’s hand in one quick motion. “You don’t even know how to use a gun! You almost took out my damn arm on one of those shots!” He emptied the rest of the bullets out of the gun, letting them fall down onto the middle of the floor.

“I know how to shoot fine, Grace saw me shoot off a round and she thought I was fine to carry a gun, didn’t you, Grace?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for me to voice my support.

Blaze narrowed his eyes at me.

Cutter’s mouth hung open, shocked and his gaze filled with so much darkness that I felt like I was face to face with the devil. “You let her shoot one of my guns?”

Of course, I hadn’t! She’d had a gun pointed at my head!

“She sure did!”

Cutter let out a high-pitched growl and stomped over to the fireplace in the corner of the room, pushing a bunch of stuff off the mantle and onto the floor with a loud crash. “I CAN’T CONCENTRATE WITH YOUR MOUTH! GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT,” Cutter barked. He slammed his hand against the wall. “I’ll deal with her later if my father doesn’t kill her first.”

“Don’t you touch me,” Heather warned, backing away from Blaze.

Blaze didn’t entertain her tone for a second, charging toward her instead and throwing her small body over his huge shoulders and holding her tight across the bottom of her legs. “Would you stop fidgeting?” he growled, yanking her body even harder against him.

I was surprised Heather hadn’t passed out from such close contact with the love of her life yet. As mad as she was, a part of her must be enjoying it.

“Put me down!” She pounded on his muscular back hard. “You put me down right now, Blaze, or else!” She hit him again and again. “You aren’t my father!”

“Thank God for that,” Blaze mumbled.

“You have no right to treat me this way! I’m not a child!”

“Then stop acting like one,” Blaze said, the anger still evident on his face. “I’ll take her downstairs so she can cool down a little bit,” Blaze mumbled. “I wish I could say the same for me.”

“Don’t back down!” Heather called out to me as Blaze carried her out of the room. “Stay strong! We have just as much of a right to be here as they do! What? Because we’re women we aren’t allowed to be here? You guys are extremely sexist!” She screamed out like a mad woman.

Yikes, somehow this had turned into a debate about woman’s rights.

Blaze swung around once he was in the hallway and shook his head, chuckling at Heather’s crazy rant. “In case I forget to tell you later, I’m so glad you decided to get in a relationship, bro.” He laughed harder. “It’s not any extra drama at all.” He winked at me lovingly and then slammed the door shut behind them.

“Would you shut up?” I heard Blaze say as Heather’s voice faded off.

The silence in the room, once they were gone, could have sliced glass. Cutter still faced away from me, his hands spread across the fireplace as he stared at the wall, concentrating.

I moved my feet across the floor slowly, careful to not step on any of the dead bodies that were still all over the place. “Cutter, please talk to me.” I almost slipped on a pool of blood but recovered at the last second.

The only sound I could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing, vibrating up and down around me. His back moved up and down in the same motion like maybe his whole body was about to explode at any moment.

“Cutter, I really am sorry.”

“You’re always sorry, Grace.” His voice was deep and hoarse like he just woke up or something. I tried to ignore the tone in his voice, he was already making my panties wet.

It was weird not being in control of your own body.

So strange that someone had that much of an effect on me.

I’d never known it was possible before Cutter.

It was thrilling and exciting: almost magical.

And I never wanted to lose it.

I risked taking a few steps closer to him. “But I really mean it, I am sorry.” I reached out slowly, placing my hand on his perfectly framed shoulder. “I know that sometimes I do these stupid things without really thinking them through, but I just… I’ve never cared about anyone this much before,” I whispered.

Cutter snapped his head back and let out a snort before he looked at me. “And you think I have?” He reached out and cupped my face in his hands tightly. “Do you think I have any idea what the fuck I’m doing when it comes to you, Grace?” His eyes darted back and forth between mine fiercely.

“You always know what you’re doing.”

He dropped my face and ran his hand through his hair. “God, you’re so damn frustrating.” His features were filled with annoyance and frustration, confusion consuming his every move. He shook his head back and forth a few times and then let his eyes travel up and down my body, taking in my tight jeans and short t-shirt.

My heart thumped harder inside of my chest.

Cutter grabbed me by the arm and dragged me after him toward the other side of the room, yanking me over the bodies as we went. He swung open the closet door and shoved me inside. For a second I freaked out, thinking that he was locking me in there but after a second he walked in after me and shut the door tightly behind him.

He hit the light on and the bulb flickered in the tight space like maybe the bulb was almost out of juice and was just kind of hanging there, chugging along for as long as it could. It was the only thing out of place in a room filled with modern cleanness.

The most beautiful man I’d ever seen up close allowed his eyes to take my body in, piece-by-piece and bone-by-bone. He licked his thick lips and permitted the fire in his eyes to grow more and more fierce. “Take your shirt off, Grace.”

“What?” I choked out.

“Take off your shirt, now.”

I could feel my face starting to change color.

He smirked, enjoying the fact that I was growing nervous. “Come on, Grace, I want to see those perfect boobs of yours.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

He thought my boobs were perfect? Now I was even more nervous.

I hesitated but only for another second when I looked up at the look in his eyes again, he was so hungry for it. Not doing what he told me to do was not an option right now.

I started to pick my shirt up.

“Slow,” he said, stopping me. “Take it off nice and slow.”

I pushed it back down and started over again, making sure that I pulled it off inch by inch, when it was over my head I held it in my hands, playing with the fabric as I held it over my stomach.

“Drop it,” he barked.

I did, leaving it by my feet in a pile.

He gazed at my chest sticking out of my light blue bra. “Blue?” He took a few steps toward me and rested his hand on the side of the wall. “Very nice, Grace.”

I flushed.

I was slowly becoming more confident around him but I always felt like I was a stride behind (or ten) when it came to sexual stuff. Like at any second he was going to burst out laughing and tell me to get dressed, that this was all some big joke and someone as impressive and handsome as him would never want to be with boring little me.

“Do I make you nervous, baby?” He inched closer.

“No,” I lied.

He shot me a devilish look, not buying it. “You sure?”

“No,” I admitted, not meeting his eyes.

“Unhook your bra.” His dark eyes were still filled with rage and want. He was getting off on this. On controlling me and making me do exactly what he told me to.

I bit down on my lip and let out a small moan and then I reached around my back and undid the collapse, starting to slowly pull it off my body so he could get a view of my full breasts.

“Did I say take your bra off?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No…”

“Then why are you?”

I pulled my straps back up and waited patiently for the next step.

Cutter dragged it out, like a true game of cat and mouse. He must have known how wet I was getting at the anticipation of having him touch me, of feeling his hands all over my body. A body he had now claimed as his own. A body I had given up control of for the sole purpose of pleasing him, for the sole purpose of having this need to belong to him.

My legs started to shake they wanted him so bad.

“Take it off slow, baby,” he finally told me.

I lowered the straps as slow as I could without exploding my wetness all over my jeans. I slipped my arms out of the straps and kept the fabric covering my boobs, a move that Cutter liked, judging from the look on his face. After a few more seconds of teasing, I let the fabric fall to the ground completely, allowing my natural breasts to tumble out.

Satisfaction and mischief consumed my man. “Play with them.”

“What?”

“I want to see you play with them, Grace.”

He wanted to see me play with them? Just like he had wanted to see me play with my pussy the other day. I had never had a man watch me touch my most private parts before, especially a man who looked like the biker God Cutter was. I was scared I was going to do it wrong; scared I was going to disappoint him.

I gathered up my courage and linked my hands underneath my boobs, starting to rub them really slow, sinking my hands deeper and deeper into my flesh.

Cutter looked like he had died and gone to heaven. The tension had finally starting to fade from his eyes, but only a little. “Yeah, that’s it, good girl, Grace. Really get a big handful of those big tits.”

I obeyed, rubbing them while I kept my eyes on him.

He inhaled deeply, enjoying the show. “Yeah, now bounce them, Grace. Bounce them up and down nice and slow while I watch.” He stuck his hand down to his jeans, brushing his fingers over his growing hard on starting to poke out of his pants.

I put my hands underneath and started to bounce them up and down, gasping as the liquid between my legs grew thicker and thicker. This whole thing was really starting to turn me on.

“Fuck, baby, look how hard your nipples are getting.”

I glanced down.

Wow, he was right. They were starting to poke straight up.

Cutter undid his belt and pulled out his huge cock. “You see what just looking at you does to me, Grace?” He started to stroke on the tip of his dick, jerking it slowly while he kept his eyes on my bouncing boobs.

The size of his dick still startled me. It was overwhelmingly huge.

I nodded and tried not to giggle. “Yes.”

“Pull on your nipples.”

I hesitated, not even sure how to do a thing like that. I’d never yanked on my own nipples before and every time he told me to do something else the fear of me looking stupid set in more and more.

“It’s okay,” he reassured me, still beating himself off. “Go ahead.”

I pushed my fingers up and started to pull on my round nipples gently.

“Harder.” He grinned.

I pulled harder and gasped. It stung, but so did my sweet spot.

Cutter rushed toward me, unable to control himself any longer and let his head get lost in my chest. His tongue was as fast as a snake’s tongue, licking and sucking around every part of my breasts faster and faster.

He stuck one of my hard nipples into his mouth and bit down on it so hard that I jumped back and bumped my arm on one of the closet shelves. But Cutter didn’t care; the only thing he cared about was my soft skin. He kept my nipple in his mouth while he smacked my other boob with his free hand, watching it bounce up and down higher and higher.

I could feel his member between my legs, growing harder by the second.

He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hold out much longer.

He had no idea what he was doing to me.

He moved his mouth up from my chest, crushing his lips against mine and dipping his tongue around the inside of my mouth so deep and fast that I felt like a little girl who couldn’t keep up. He linked his hand behind my head and pushed me into him even more, spreading my mouth open so wide that I felt like he was about to shove his huge cock down it and was trying to prepare me.

He pulled away and stared at me with desire and anger.

“Turn around,” he snarled. “Now.”

“Cutter?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “Are you sure we should be doing this in here? What if someone walks in looking for you and they hear us or something?”

The last thing I needed was for Blaze or someone to come in and hear us fucking inside of the closet. I was pretty sure he already didn’t like me enough. Plus, wasn’t Cutter scared Green Grove members would be crawling all over this place soon?

I tried to steady my breath and think straight.

I had to think smart, not with my hormones.

Annoyance crept into his eyes, along with more rage. “Grace, I said to turn around. Now, turn the fuck around.” His chest started to rise and set faster and faster, his bones were really pumping, full of something I’d never seen before on anyone.

I turned around slowly and faced the wall, waiting.