Cutter's Hope (10 page)

“What happens now?” she repeated, softer than before.

“You going to fight me if I untie you?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she shot back.

“Then we talk like this.” I stood up and tossed the rag back into the sink. Hope’s gaze burning a hole right through me where I stood. God, after a good fight with her trussed up like that…

“Keep looking at me that way, Darlin’, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you.” She gasped and her brow crushed down into a frown but not before I caught the desire in her eyes. My cock throbbed in my shorts.

“Tell me about your sister,” I demanded.

“Why?” she demanded right back.

“Because I meant it, Sweetheart, I’m going to help you.”

Hope looked up at me and we stared each other down, I waited her out, my patience dwindling while she decided for herself how this was going to go.

“Why?” she asked again, her voice much less certain, her vulnerability peeking through. Fuck. I got that much harder in my shorts. I was such a fucking sucker for a damsel in distress and Hope was quickly adding it to her alluring mix of beauty, brains and strength.

“Good question,” I said and leaned forward, putting my lips against hers. She froze, hardening up beneath me, body stiff and unyielding. Maybe I had been wrong, maybe she wasn’t as attracted as I was, just when I was about to pull back she opened to me, her tongue tentatively flicking against my lower lip. I drew back just a touch, speaking against her mouth,

“We going to do this?” I growled.

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly.

“And then?”

“Then you’re going to do what you said, you’re going to help me,” she said. Good. She believed me, even better, she was calm now and it seemed, like me, desire was simmering in her veins too.

“You try to hurt me, Hope…” she looked at me expectantly, keen intelligence sparkling in her eyes, “I’m going to hurt you back, and worse, you get me?”

She inhaled sharply and nodded slowly, I leaned forward and kissed her gently and she kissed me back, tentatively at first. She was still bound, and I had every intention of letting her go,
after
I could be sure she was really on board with this.

“You okay?” I asked her, voice steady.

“Untie me,” she breathed against my mouth.

“How’d we go from fighting to fucking?” I asked, I needed to know.

“You aren’t turned on?”

“Yep, definitely turned on,” I said.

“You mean it, what you said about helping me? About that lead up north?” she asked and her voice was strained, raw even. I drew back and looked her in the eyes.

“I mean it, Hope. I’m fucking sorry as hell for what Tiny did. We don’t fucking roll like that.”

“You’ll make the call, first thing?” she asked.

“You want me to make it now?” I asked softly. Her breath caught and she nodded slowly.

“Stay here,” I got up and went to my office in the stern, returning with my laptop. I set it up on the coffee table.

“Untie me?” she asked and I looked back over my shoulder.

“You gonna behave?”

“You’re going to make the call right?” she asked.

“Yes.” I knelt down by the couch and went for the bindings around her ankles and loosened them, her skin silky and smooth beneath my fingers as I eased the leather of Marlin’s belt off from around her limbs. I massaged the indentations left behind by the belt and Hope sighed out in relief. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feel of my hands on her and I liked that about her.

“Okay, Sweetheart, take it easy. I’m gonna trust you first this time,” I helped her to sit up and sat behind her, my legs bracketing her hips as I undid the belt binding her arms sharply behind her. The leather gave with a little sigh and Hope groaned. I massaged the feeling back into her arms and drew her back against my chest, pressing my lips to the side of her neck. She shuddered.

“Make the call,” she whispered and I leaned forward, bringing up Skype. I tapped the screen and the laptop started making the call to Data, the Sacred Hearts computer whizz and Secretary. His face came up and so did ours in a smaller screen in the corner. The black curtains were drawn behind the man and he eyed Hope cautiously. He didn’t know her and this was highly irregular but fuck it. She’d been through enough.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Data asked.

“Philosophical differences,” I grunted.

“Uh huh. To what do I owe the pleasure, Man?”

“Thirteen and his Ol’ Lady around?”

“Can’t say that they are, Cutter man, what’s up? Usually you ask after Reave and Doll, what do you want with Thirteen and Dani?”

I put my arms around Hope who was holding her breath, I could feel her stillness and I smiled, and I knew it was sad. I spelled it out for Data and he nodded thoughtfully. He turned in his desk chair and twitched back the curtain and hollered out into the common room. Dragon appeared a minute later and I reiterated the mess in my lap.

“I’ll call Thirteen. Not sure what Dani can tell you, but I’m sure if she can help she will. Can you ring us back sometime after noon tomorrow?”

“Can and will do, my friend. I owe you.” Dragon snorted and called bullshit.

“With as much as you’ve done for me and mine, this ain’t nothin’. Call us back on this thing tomorrow, noon-ish. Data will be here waiting.”

Hope found her voice, “Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me, Darlin’, that’s all Dani, I hope she can help you,” he said.

“Thanks, Brother,” I said and he nodded.

“Want I should give Reave and Doll a shout to come in here?”

“No thanks man, I gotta get going for now, get us both cleaned up.”

Dragon’s dark eyes roved the screen on his end of things, “What the hell happened to you two, anyways?” he asked.

“Philosophical differences,” Hope repeated and I looked at her, she looked back and shrugged. Dragon chuckled.

“Okay, whatever you say. Tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow,” I affirmed and Data ended the call. Hope sat very still between my thighs, my arms around her, holding her hands with my own; my palms resting against the backs of her hands, my fingers fitted in the spaces between hers like they were meant to be there. I sighed and nuzzled the side of her neck, placing a kiss behind her ear. Hope shivered and rested her head back against my shoulder so she could look up at me.

“I want to help you,” I murmured, voice a little rough with my physical need at this point.

“I don’t understand,” she said softly.

“I like you, Hope.”

“I shoved a gun in your face and threatened to blow your head off,” she said dryly.

“I know, it was hot.”

She broke into one of her rare smiles, and laughed a little, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What happens now?” she asked.

“Now I finish what I started on the beach and you’re going to let me,” I said gravely.

“Oh? What’s that?” she asked. I smiled darkly.

“Gonna finish owning you, Sweetheart,” she shivered at my words and the sensation of her body shuddering against mine was out of this world. It was only going to get better.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

“If I don’t?”

“Then I make you, I’m not going to be denied any longer, Babe. You and I have danced around this enough. Now get up and march. Bow of the boat, now.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” she breathed and stood up.

Nice.

Chapter 11

Hope

I must be nuttier than a goddamn fruit cake but I believed Cutter, what’s more, as much as it shouldn’t have, his getting the upper hand out there, holding me down, tying my ass up,
owning my ass
into next week, turned me the fuck on. I stood up and he let me. I walked towards the bow of the boat not really knowing what to expect.

I was all mixed up and inside out, so many things happening in rapid fire succession had me twisted up in knots. To have my last and only hope of finding my sister snatched away followed by having that hope returned, even if it was just a glimmer at this point… I closed my eyes as Cutter’s hands fell onto my shoulders, kneading sore muscles.

“Easy, Darlin’; we ain’t gotta do this right now if you ain’t up to it,” he said. I swallowed and melted a little bit more that he was giving me an out.

“Emotions running a little high; huh Baby?” he asked me, voice husky, patient and kind. I nodded. That was putting it fucking mildly. He was close to me, right on my six as I moved up the narrow hall. I jumped slightly as his hands found the hips of my shorts. He grasped the hem of my peach silk tank and lifted. I raised my arms and let him take it. He gave an appreciative hum as I lowered my arms, and I felt his gaze like a weighted thing as it swept down my back.

“Stop,” he ordered just before I reached the two steps at the end of the hall. His bed was flush against the door, except it was more like a cabinet door than a door into a room. I waited and he reached past me with his leather vest and hung it just inside the bedroom door, off of some invisible hook there.

I closed my eyes and listened to him take off his shirt and drop it to the floor. The warm cotton of the tee coming to rest against my left ankle and on top of my foot. He stepped into me. Close. So close. His body heat warming my back though he wasn’t touching me quite yet.

“Rough bother you?”

I smiled, “No.”

He caressed my hips, his thumbs digging into my lower back, kneading, massaging for a moment before he pulled me back against his chest.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and I obediently tipped my head back while he palmed one of my non-existent breasts and claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was hot and fierce and the press of his erection into my ass left me breathless with wanting. He pinched my nipple and I gasped into his mouth, his tongue plunging further into mine as he worked the button and zip on the front of my shorts, shoving them down in front, his fingers grazing my bare sex. God that felt good.

He growled into my mouth when he found my pussy wet and ready for him. Not like I could help it. Alpha males like him, strong enough to subdue me, smart enough to out maneuver me, they were rare and hard to come by, and I had been attracted to Cutter from the get go.

His hands left me and I whimpered in protest which soon turned into a moan of want and need when I heard his zipper go and his shorts drop to the floor. His hands returned and smoothed up my back, around my ribs, over my stomach and chest as he felt me up. God he had nice hands. Big and strong, long fingered and calloused. One palmed the outside of my hip while the other gripped the back of my neck.

“Take down your hair, Sweetheart,” and his voice was as sultry as the deepening night around us. I took it down and let it envelop the hand at the back of my neck. His fingers disappeared into it and he gripped the back of my hair in a hold designed for control with just the barest edge of pain. I gasped and he urged me up to the top step.

“You on the pill?” he demanded.

“Tubal ligation.”

He didn’t even pause, he stepped up behind me and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you bareback,” he declared, but paused, letting me have my say.

“You only live once,” I said, my pussy clenching with want and need. God I wanted skin on skin with this man.

“What are you waiting for, Cutter?” I demanded and I swear I could hear the grin before he kicked my feet apart and slammed me face down into the soft mattress. I gasped and he shoved into me, hard.

I cried out as he filled me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but he didn’t stop or slow down and I
really
fucking liked that about him.

“Harder!” I cried and his hand tightened in my hair, his arm pressed down on my back and his hand rose from my hip. His palm crashed down onto my right ass cheek and I yowled in pleasure, my sopping cunt pressing down around his invading cock.

“I’m going to give it to you the way
I
want to give it to you, you lost your fucking say the second you pointed that gun in my face.”

Oh my fucking God that was hot, I arched, grabbing fistfuls of sheet and pressed back onto him, clenching down on him at the same time. His thrusting slowed as it became harder to work his way in and out of me.

“God
damn
you’re fucking tight,” he uttered, voice strained.

He let go of my hair and smoothed a hand down my spine as he went for a grip on my other hip. Fingers digging with near bruising force he held me, pressing into me deep and deeper until he bottomed out and that fucking
hurt
in all the right ways. So good, so deep, he filled me out and pushed my limits, and started that slow and exquisitely torturous build in my womb.

“Oh God! Cutter, you feel so good!” I bit my lower lip, grasping it between my teeth as he rode me.

“You going to come?” he demanded.

“Yes!”

“Good.”

It was a rare thing for me, coming without the benefit of having my clit stimulated but Cutter had found the right combination. He rode over my g-spot, touched that place deep inside me, stimulated all the right places both physically and intellectually and I had about died and gone to heaven as a result. Each forward thrust of his hips was punctuated by a feral, feminine cry, spilling from my mouth, coloring the air with my desire and lust and I loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it. I was close, just so freaking
close
.

Cutter’s voice broke through, “Come on, Baby, just a little bit more, tighten up for me….Yeah, that’s it! That’s a good girl, come on, Sweetheart, give it to me, YES!”

I came, exploding all around him and over him, my arms giving out, which I don’t even remember them holding me up off the bed. I collapsed against the crisp cotton sheets and Cutter kept his rhythm, stroking deep, a little slower than before but still just as intense as my cunt quivered around his shaft.

“Oh God!” I gasped.

“Nope, just me, Sweetheart; not done with you yet either,” he pulled out of me and his arm snaked beneath me, his palm pressed between my tits as he bent over me, his chest pressing to my back. He straightened, taking me with him and held me panting and trembling against his chest for a moment.