Chapter 17

17

Cutter

"What are you doing right now, Cutter?" Tony asks me as we speak on the phone call that's only been five minutes, but it's five minutes too long already.

"I'm standing on the deck with a drink in hand. Much needed to get through a conversation with you."

"Exactly my point."

"What, Tony? That you're tough to talk to?"

"Cutter, you don't need to be there anymore. I really thought the second I mentioned leaving you'd be driving. Drop everything you're doing and run like hell out of there. What's going on there? Are you feeling settled or what?"

"Settled?"

"Yeah. You found a place you want to call home? Talk to me, Cutter. I'm your agent. I'm in your corner all the way."

"Did you find out who is blackmailing me this time?"

"Not yet. Have you received anything else?"

"No," I say.

"Maybe it's time to get it all out there. Tell everything. Clean out from under your bed, you know?"

"Tony…"

"Just hear me out, Cutter. Why work from a position like this? I can get some kind of exclusive interview set up for you. We'll get national attention on it. It'll paint you as the bad boy of baseball but with a heart."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that to me. I'm not some reality show pawn." My phone vibrates in my hand. I pull my phone from my ear and see Piper has sent a text. Priority one, right there. "Tony, I've got to go. Appreciate the ambush though."

"Just tell me what your plan is," Tony yells. "I can help you make an offer on the house you're in!"

I hang up the call and open the text from Piper.

Before I read it I catch myself looking around.

The house. The deck. The yard. It's far too much for just one person. For me.

This house is meant for a family…

I read the text from Piper.

Change of plans…

There's another gut punch reality for me. I'm not going to call this dating a single mom or put any title on this thing with Piper, but damn it's tough when the plans constantly change. Makes sense though. Every decision she makes is not just for one person.

All of a sudden I'm the kind of guy who embraces a sense of humility…

No worries.

I'm now shuffling through Plans B-G. Wondering where the line is to cross. Where the boundaries are when it comes to Piper and her son. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking about this asshole attempting to blackmail me for fifty million dollars.

You know, maybe Tony is right…

Piper texts me again.

Was hoping for a little more than that. Do you not want to see me?

I grit my teeth.

Are you kidding me, sweetie? I'm standing here thinking of any and all scenarios that gets me to you or you to me. Saxon included. Arcade? Pizza? Movies? Bowling? Skydiving?

I can hear Piper gasping from miles away at that last one.

I get a reply of an emoji rolling its eyes.

Then an actual response.

You're an idiot, Cutter. What I wanted to tell you was that Saxon isn't going to his father's tonight. He's sleeping over there tonight. Cousins from New York drove in and Saxon is excited.

I swallow hard. My heart does a backflip.

I can't believe this but I have this intense excited, tingling feeling pulsing through my body. To the point where my balls even tighten up and tingle.

She's waiting for me to respond…

Your place? Or do you feel like hanging out here where nobody knows where you are?

I feel like this is some test or maybe a cruel joke where Piper is going to pull the carpet out from underneath me.

What concerns me more is just how much I care and how badly I want her to show up here…

She knocks. I open the door.

I see the small bag hanging off her left shoulder and that's all I need.

Funny enough as I reach for her, she lunges at me.

Her bag slides down her shoulder and she tosses it across the foyer like it doesn't exist.

My right arm is around her body and I lift her up with ease.

She grabs at my arms, my shoulders, gasping as she remembers I'm injured, but if you think for a second I feel anything other than desire for Piper…

I kick the door shut and lock it with my left hand.

I hold Piper at eye level. Her hands then rest against my face, almost playfully scratching at my face. Her nostrils flaring. That little voice in her head questioning this one last time. As though she hasn't been thinking the same thing for how long now?

"It's just sex, Cutter," she whispers, acting as though I'm on one knee in front of her, crying, asking her to marry me.

"I can't get the taste of you out of my mouth and my mind, sweetie," I growl.

"That's slightly romantic yet kind of a medical issue if that's true…"

"You are so fucking stubborn and literal, Piper."

"Take me to a bed and fuck me, Cutter," she purrs. "How's that for literal?"

I brush my lips to hers and make a run for the stairs, Piper in my arms.

I've been sleeping alone in the master bedroom since I arrived. A king mattress awaits. Messy sheets and covers because making the bed is a waste of time.

I drop Piper to the bed and she grabs for my shirt, making the first move of taking a piece of clothing off.

I drop back and slide out of my shirt with ease.

Her eyes stare at my body, lighting up.

It's good to see her experience joy in her life.

She interlocks her fingers around the back of my neck.

She pulls herself up a little.

I lower my mouth to hers. Our tongues collide, then flirt.

My right moves with desiring aggression up her shirt. Cupping over her bra and breast. Pausing for a second. Squeezing.

Piper groans into my mouth.

I turn my hand and ease my fingertips under her bra and flip it up with ease.

She sucks in a breath and arches her back, breaking the kiss.

You want to talk about someone being… ready…

A part of me wants to know how long it's been for her. What her love life is actually like. Casual? Once in a blue moon? Only fucks when she has a few minutes and finds someone who understands their role?

I growl deep within my chest and lift her shirt a little more.

Her left breast is exposed, its full, creamy skin color and the rose-pink nipple budded thick and hard.

"Oh, sweetie," I growl. "I need you."

Of all things I decide to do at that moment, I drop my nose down to her nipple and nuzzle up and down a few times. Feeling her hard nipple. Smelling her warm skin. A little of her soap but more of her natural feminine scent.

My tongue circles her nipple and Piper pulls me down. Harder. Wanting…

I engulf her breast into my mouth. She fits perfectly.

My tongue runs rampant, up and down, flicking, licking, and teasing.

I close my mouth and pull away with a loud wet noise.

That's followed by Piper sort of gently slapping me across the face.

"No biting," she purrs.

"That wasn't a bite, sweetie. That was a nibble."

I wrinkle my nose at her.

I feel playful and flirty with Piper.

I step back from the bed and unbutton the jeans that hug her curvy hips so unfairly.

She sits up and pulls at the front of my boxers.

I reach behind her and grab her shirt. Her arms go into the air and off her shirt goes. I make the same motion and twist the clasp of her bra.

As I look down to admire her before me, she pulls my shorts enough that my cock springs free.

I sigh at the rush of freedom.

Piper makes a groaning noise and next thing I know her right hand clasps at my thick root. That's followed by a kiss… from her lips to the tip of my cock.

"Careful, sweetie," I warn.

She looks up at me. "You're not some quick fuck, are you, Cutter?"

I stroke two fingers under her chin. "Never. But with you, I can't be sure."

"Then I guess we'll have to find out…"

Piper opens her sweet, stubborn mouth and shows me a sense of kindness and giving. Her lips mold over the head of my cock. She softly groans, a purring vibration that threatens me right down to the core of my soul.

I carefully suck in a breath. I cannot bring myself to look away from the sight before me.

I watch my cock sink deeper into Piper's mouth. She moves slow. She allows herself to savor. To tease. To take me…

Her hands move, resting against my legs. Her nails curl and dig.

She pulls back with her mouth only to plunge forward again.

I exhale a deep, growling breath.

"That fucking mouth of yours, sweetie," I grunt.

She moves again and again. I have no choice now but to stop her.

I can't finish this soon. We've waited for this moment…

My hand touches the back of her neck and moves up into her hair. I curl my fingers and pull her mouth away from my cock.

The sound echoes in my memory, there forever now.

I pull her hair a little harder, making her look right at me.

She suddenly looks vulnerable. Delicious. Ready to be fucked.

I bend forward and place my mouth to hers again.

We kiss frantically.

I lead her more onto the bed, up to the pillows.

We work together to strip her of her jeans. Of her panties too, of course.

I dip my fingers between her legs, feeling her swollen, wet warmth.

My right hand eases to the middle of her back, right where she loves to arch.

I pull her body against mine.

Her nails are already hooked to the back of my shoulders.

Her breathing is fast.

My sweetie, my Piper… she's nervous…

I place my forehead to hers. "You're all mine, sweetie."

"Say the word," she calls out. "Say that awful word…"

I know exactly what she wants me to say.

I smirk. I brush my lips against hers.

I lower myself down.

We break new ground together as I enter her threshold.

"Oh, Piper, your cunt is like heaven already."

She groans at that awful word.

Then we kiss.

I sink even deeper into her body.

Heaven isn't a good enough word.

She handles my thrusts. She groans.

One second she claws at the sheets, the next it's my neck and chest.

I kiss her neck. Down to her chest. I give her breasts the attention they rightfully deserve. One at a time. Teasing her nipple. Tasting her skin.

I kiss below her breasts too. I go as far as I can, stretching my back to an impossible level and arch, making sure my cock doesn't even think about slipping out of her body.

She finishes first.

Not just once either.

I roll to my back and take Piper with me.

She lets out a yell and plants her hands to my chest.

Staring down at me, hair in her face.

I reach up and scoop her hair out of her face and pull her down to kiss me.

She's nervous again. This pose. This view. This angle.

God, I need this woman to understand how fucking perfect she is.

She pumps her hips, going right for the kill…

She's like a trained sexual assassin.

I stand no chance, not now at least. This build up has been going on far too long. The flirting. Her attitude. The taste of her sweet cunt. And now… all of her…

I hold her hips tight and thrust up, letting my climax wash over me.

It leaves Piper collapsing down to my chest.

I smell her hair. My heart forgets how to beat for a second or so.

My right hand rests against her lower back. My left hand between her shoulder blades.

Her hips gently rocking. Her sweet fucking body clenching and milking me for every last drop I have to offer right now.

You want to talk about self-indulgent passion right now?

Piper keeps rocking those sexy hips of hers for her own benefit… with me picking up some residual.

I feel her breathing harder against my chest. It's getting faster.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie," I whisper. "You're going to come again."

I slap my hands against her hips, making sure the sound echoes around us.

I pull and push Piper, throwing her into the flames of orgasm without a drop of remorse trickling from me.

Listening to her whimper and feeling her hips writhe in all directions as she finishes once more… now I've reached heaven.

A warm rush spills between us.

It's all her.

Evidence of her desire.

As soon as she finishes, she moves away from me.

My cock slides out of her and I suck in a breath.

She pulls whatever covers she can against her body.

She looks at me.

"That last one…"

"Best fucking feeling ever," I say to her as I touch her cheek.

I turn a little and face her.

"Hey," she says. "Way off topic here, but what happened that you ended up in this town? I mean, there have been stories…"

"Have you been looking me up online, Piper?"

"That doesn't matter. I'm asking you."

"Well, I can show you the video if you'd like."

She playfully nibbles her bottom lip and nods.

I have to reach over her and down to the floor to get my pants to grab my phone.

"I came out of training one day and there was this kid and his grandmother waiting for me to get some pictures and autographs," I say. "No big deal. I would never not sign for a kid, you know? There were some others around. Reporters and whatnot. Nagging about my injuries. They're a pain in the ass. Anyway, there was a situation with a car trying to steal a parking spot. All I saw was this poor grandmother about to get hit by a car. So I moved her out of the way. She toppled over and the story was suddenly written that I was angry as this woman and her grandson and I pushed her in front of the car."

"What?" Piper asks.

I show her the video.

She watches it twice and then looks at me.

"Go ahead," I say. "You can say whatever you want."

"That video is bullshit, Cutter. You did not do anything wrong. You saved that woman's life."

I then show Piper the edited version. A few of the edited ones.

The way the trickery of the video makes it seem like I'm actually a bad guy.

"Oh, that's wrong," Piper says. "That's so freaking wrong, Cutter. That's why you're here? Really?"

"Thought it was best to avoid the fallout," I say. "So I ended up here. To let things calm down."

"Are things… calm…?"

She's worried about me leaving.

Ah, shit, just how deep am I here?

"Life is never calm, Piper," I say. "You of all people should know that."

"Tell me about it. I can't tell you the last time Saxon slept over somewhere. Or how happy I was when he said he wanted to stay."

"Why is that?"

"You know why, Cutter. Don't be a jerk about it."

I put my left arm around her and pull her close.

I think it's kind of cute she's afraid to admit she likes me.

Maybe it's a good thing though.

Catching feelings with Piper Maple will definitely make my life way more complicated than some stupid internet trolls claiming I tried to push some sweet grandmother in front of a moving car.