Chapter 18

18

Piper

Iwon't lie - when Cutter's phone makes noise and he springs from the bed like it's maybe his wife texting and he takes off out of the bedroom, giving me an eyeful of his perfectly toned and muscular ass, I actually welcome the chance to be alone for a second.

Obviously I hope more than anything in the world that Cutter isn't married. Or with someone.

Aside from that…

I sit up in bed and pull the covers up to my chest.

I look around the bedroom. I can't help but admit the way my body feels right now. When I was pregnant with Saxon, I got a prenatal massage. I thought that was the best feeling in the world.

Then I experienced Cutter Buckley and his amazing body. And his amazing cock.

I can't ease my mind away from the way he does everything. The way he grabs and touches and the way he kisses. The movements of his tongue. The way he… fucks…

He's just so big and strong yet he knows how to tame it when he wants.

I rub my forehead.

It's been a really long time since I've felt like this. This satisfied.

I glance at the bedroom door.

Now what do I do?

Get dressed?

Act like everything is okay?

The bedroom door opens and Cutter appears, wearing jeans.

I'm suddenly very underdressed.

I keep the covers tight against my body.

"Everything okay, Cutter?"

"Just… baseball stuff."

I'm not sure I believe him.

I swallow hard. "Are you married or something?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Tell me right now."

Cutter walks across the bedroom toward me. He flings his phone to the floor to the boxers I slid down his body not that long ago.

He leans over me. "Piper, I'm not married. I've never been married either."

"I shouldn't have asked that."

"Yes, you should have. You're stubborn, sexy, and you're trying to find a way out of this situation. Without making yourself seem wrong. Which you are not wrong for being here. And if you wanted to leave right now, that wouldn't be wrong either."

"So this is really the way you are?" I ask. "The way you talk and act…"

"Can I show you something, sweetie?"

"I think you've shown me plenty so far tonight."

Yes, look at this… Piper Maple is flirting!

Go, girl! Go!

"Just keep the sheet, huh? We're secluded and private."

"I'll be the judge of that," I say.

Cutter reaches down and grabs my clothes off the floor.

My shirt. My pants. My bra.

But he leaves my panties on the floor.

"You bastard," I say. "You better give them back to me."

"Come get them," he says and starts to back up.

I hurry from the bed, taking the sheet with me, covering my body.

"Cutter, this isn't funny at all."

"I'm not trying to be funny."

"Stealing my clothes? You think that's okay to do?"

"Can't just turn off that attitude for a second, can you? Even after getting fucked."

I expect him to throw my clothes to the bed and walk away pissed off.

Nope.

Cutter turns and takes my clothes with him, right out of the bedroom!

He's literally stealing my clothes.

I charge after him, convincing myself not to cut his dick off.

"Cutter!" I yell.

He flings my clothes to his right.

Into a bathroom.

He looks back at me. "What? You can shower and get dressed if you'd like."

"You didn't bring my panties though. Are you keeping them? Souvenir?"

He smirks.

There's something about his smirk that just… irritates me yet turns me on. That cocky, snarky jock smirk. Like he knows how good looking he is. He knows he's cut from stone with muscle. He knows how big his dick is too and that he's good at using it.

There's nothing worse than a guy that acts the way Cutter does.

So why the hell am I naked? Why the hell did I sleep with him?

And why the hell am I following him down the stairs…?

I think I have a weakness for Cutter Buckley.

Cutter puts two shot glasses on the wooden deck railing. In his left hand is a bottle of whiskey.

"Sunset and a shot, sweetie?"

"You with that sweetie crap," I say.

"You're just annoyed because I'm right more than I'm wrong."

"About what?"

Cutter laughs. "For starters, the reason why I wanted you to come out here. The view. The calmness of it all. It's like an escape. You know it, even if you won't admit it."

He's definitely right.

I'm relaxed. I'm calm.

My mom brain never stops but right now it feels soothed.

I take stock of everything.

My house is okay and I know that because if something as simple as a crumb moving across the floor happens, Maryanne would call me.

My son is happy. Maybe not being with his father, but he does love spending time with his cousins when he can. Joey (cousin three years older than Saxon, who has long hair and his ears pierced) plays guitar. So he and Saxon like to jam out.

As far as me personally.

I'm wrapped up in a thin sheet, wearing nothing else but Cutter's way too obvious stare. I know he's not trying to hide staring. That's fine.

"Pouring those drinks or what?" I ask.

"Not sure if you wanted…"

I smile. "I'm a single mom, Cutter. I do more in a day than most men do in a month. If you think I'm going to waste perfectly good whiskey by watering it down or mixing it with some sugary crap, you don't know a thing about me."

Cutter seems surprised but he doesn't say anything else.

At least not until after he pours the shots.

"Now, Piper, let's be very clear here," he says. "If you take this shot, you are not leaving. I will not let you put yourself in harm's way."

"Oh, screw yourself, Cutter," I reply, rolling my eyes. "The hero I don't need. I'll do whatever I want, when I want. Cheers."

I throw the shot glass back and feel the shattered-glass burn from my throat to my belly. My eyes water for a few seconds and I make sure Cutter doesn't see that.

He takes his shot. Then he says, "You could tell me something about yourself."

"What?"

"You said… you don't know a thing about me…"

"I meant for the drink, Cutter."

"And I'm talking about everything else. Tell me something, Piper."

I feel the rushing warmth of the whiskey move throughout my body. Although I'm not sure it would happen this fast. I'm not going to say this feeling is because of the way Cutter is staring at me. Or the way he's leaning against the railing, wearing nothing but jeans.

"Okay, Cutter Buckley," I whisper. "You really want to know something about me?"

Piper Maple! What are you about to say to this man?

Cutter nods.

I inch a little closer to him. I'm already telling my heart to tell my brain this is just the whiskey talking…

"You know I've never had sex outside before?"

"Really?"

"Never. And a sunset? On a deck like this? Just… I don't know…"

"I mean, I'm not a genie in a lamp here, sweetie, but I can make a few wishes come true here and there."

God, can he be any more cheesy right now?!

Yet I'm smiling.

Cutter swipes his left arm, sending the shot glasses and the bottle of whiskey sailing through the air.

They land somewhere in the backyard. I don't really care.

Next thing I know his hands are all over me, pulling at the sheet, stripping it out of my grip and pulling it away.

I'm naked.

Fully naked.

My toes curl against the wooden deck. Cutter's hands touch my sides. Such big, strong hands. His fingers long, pressing against my back, and his thumb gently touching under my breasts.

He pulls me toward him and dips forward and down.

I reach back and up and slide my fingers into my hair as Cutter's cocky mouth takes my left breast for his enjoyment. And mine.

My mouth falls open yet I don't make a sound.

Cutter pulls his mouth away from my breast and he kisses down…

… and down…

I look down just in time to see him kissing below my belly button.

Oh, fuck, he does like the way I taste down there, huh?

I blink fast and look up to the sky.

It's a beautiful smattering of pink, purple, and orange.

Speaking of smattering…

Cutter's tongue nestles between my legs, massaging me into a Zen-like state where I'm just making one groaning sound that never seems to end.

I melt against the tip of his tongue.

He latches onto me for a few seconds.

I mouth the words oh and God.

Like, just wow.

Cutter's tongue definitely knows how to hit a home run. Or a grand slam!

I shake my head. I refuse to compare my sexual enjoyment to stupid baseball phrases.

"Cutter," I manage to say. "Get up here!"

His mouth makes a wet kissing sound as he groans.

My face is burning red-hot now.

Cutter kisses his way up my body, pausing at my right breast for a moment before working up to my neck.

I throw my arms around him and he picks me up and sits me on the railing of the deck. I take a moment to silently pray that this deck is not only well constructed but has been built with quality wood.

In other words, I don't want to have to ask Maryanne or Dorothy to pick slivers out of my ass cheeks…

Cutter shoves his jeans down and his dick is right there…

He's pressing against me.

I suck in a breath and make some kind of whimpering gasp as he places his right hand to my lower back and pulls me as he thrusts forward.

Holy crap! I'm being fucked outside! On a deck! By a baseball player! While watching the sunset!

The jolts of excitement that race throughout my body are matched by the jolts of intense pleasure.

I'll take any orgasm I can get, even if it happens after a handful of pumps from Cutter's legendary dick.

Whatever. The way my life goes, I have no idea when I'll get dick again after tonight. Mind you, I highly doubt I'll ever come close to getting this quality of dick ever again in my life.

People who say sex is like pizza… there is no bad pizza…

Fair enough.

But you and I both know every person has their favorite place to order pizza from.

I have mine right now.

Cutter's hips are like a machine. The rhythm is unfairly good. Accurate.

Like what the fuck?

His hands travel as they freely feel, but always knowing where to touch.

The lower curve of my back. Ugh, I love being touched there.

His left hand teasing my nipple. Not pinching and twisting like it's a locker combination.

He kisses my neck sweetly.

It's almost too sweetly.

My hips jump and buck and I kind of jump off the railing at him.

He moves his mouth from my neck.

Whew.

I don't need butterflies and confusion mixing with the wonderful feeling of pleasure surging throughout my body.

But then…

Cutter and I are staring at each other.

I touch his face.

His grits his teeth and his nostrils flare and his lip is slightly curled.

And he keeps fucking me.

I'm bouncing in his arms, against his touch.

My boobs are pressing against him, my nipples rubbing against muscle.

There are a million and one signals going off in me.

My teeth start to chatter.

I'm not cold. Far from it.

Oh… no…

I kiss Cutter.

I taste my body on his tongue.

I shiver some more.

"Take me from behind, Cutter," I blurt out.

He doesn't skip a beat at my command either.

I'm on my feet and Cutter steps back, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness.

My vagina cries for more…

What the hell is wrong with me?

Cutter spins me around and I grab for the railing. His body is right up against mine, his dick able to reach with the correct angle easily.

One thrust forward and up and he's right back inside me.

I bend forward a little and jump up onto my toes.

I try to give it back to him as hard as he's giving it to me but I just have to succumb to him. To his movements. To his dick. To the way he just knows how to fuck.

Cutter's hands move to the front of my body and he forces me to stand up, straight and tall. Well, as tall as I can stand, which isn't much compared to him.

I take my hands from the railing, reach back and feel his hips.

It's insane - even his hips are muscular!

His right hand climbs my body with ease, all the way up to my neck and then my chin. He turns my head so I look at him.

Oh… fuck…

Cutter dips his left fingers between my legs, easily finding my clit, stroking me… as he fucks me…

And just like that I find myself nodding.

Yup.

Cutter has the kind of dick that's worth falling for and ruining your life trying to get more of.