CUT (New Adult Dark Romance)

by Cheri, Ann

  “You know, I haven’t been on a real date in years. I hope I’m doing this right.” I said, staring down at the table. Black laughed, his hand moving over to my thigh and giving it a nice squeeze. Electricity was firing from his fingers and all I could think of was the way those hands felt when they touched me everywhere else… Part of me wanted him to drop the gentleman act, to rip my top off and slide his hands up my sides, to grab my tits and bend me over the table and fuck me senseless right in front of God and everybody just like he did back at the clubhouse.

  I sucked in a little breath as my eyes focused and saw Black gazing at me, a gleam of lust shattering all pretenses between us. It was focused and directed, a raw desire for me and only me.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” I said hesitantly, squirming in my seat. His hand slid up my thigh higher, inward.

  “Like what?”

  His voice was low and growling, primal and sexy and full of purpose. I couldn’t stop this. I didn’t want to stop this…

  I flinched away from him as the waiter reappeared, large plates balanced on a wide platter. He lay them down and my mouth watered. Pan seared steak encrusted with an insanely delicious looking mushroom concoction, sitting over spears of asparagus. I sliced the smallest sliver off the steak, the soft perfectly cooked piece of meat practically melting in my mouth. I let the taste roll over my tongue, savoring the flavor, letting off a little moan in pleasure.

  Black smiled, carving into his own filet. "Do you know how sexy it is to watch a beautiful woman properly take control of her meat?”

  Sexy?

  My heart raced as I carved off another thin slice. “What do you mean, Black?” I said, smiling as I slipped the food into my mouth, letting my tongue catch it and draw it in. It felt nice to be flirting like this, pretending I hadn’t spent part of my day terrified that I was about to go to prison.

  “You’re savoring it, taking it slow, and appreciating every little bite. That’s living in the moment Kattlyn. I love the way you show your respect for the flesh.”

  “Are we still talking about steak?” I said, laughing. Black laughed too, and it was nice to hear the sound mixing with my own.

  “I know the last few days have been crazy, but, thank you Black… I’m really enjoying this.”

  I let my hand stroke his arm lightly, sliding in. Black took my lead, and we came together. The kiss was slow and pleading, but there was something more behind it, something animal. I loved the way Black’s lips felt on mine, the way they wrapped my lip and gave it just the lightest of suction.

  “Wow…” I whispered, pulling away. Black smiled, trying to return to his neglected steak. I didn’t let him. I kissed him again and this time there was nothing soft and delicate about it. Our lips met, my tongue reaching out to search the edges of his mouth, running across the corner, edging along his teeth, fencing with his own tongue for dominance. A moan escaped me as I straddled him right there in the booth, grabbing his head with both hands and making out like a teenager in heat. Black’s hand ran through my hair, drawing me in tight as I felt the growing bulge beneath my thigh. That only made me hotter, but the sensation that we were being watched made me pull away…

  “God damn sweetheart… I thought you were hungry,” Black panted as I slipped off his lap. An elderly couple glared at us from across the room and I flashed them a big smile.

  “I am hungry…”

  “We’ll get to that, I give you my goddamned word.”

  “We’d better,” I replied, carving at my steak. Some small part of me was still worried about the disasters yet to come, but I was finally coming to terms with it all. Black made things better. As long as I stuck with him, it was going to be ok…

  “Patience baby, patience.”

  Maybe he can tame me.

  “Come find me in the bathroom and I’ll show you how patient I am,” I whispered, slipping out of the booth and walking away, my hips swaying. For a moment, it seemed like he might not be following…

  Maybe not. I thought to myself as I listened to the crash of his boots approaching.

  I let him in, locking the door behind us. He didn’t even have a chance to say a word before I’d forced him up against the inside of the door and fell to my knees, the tile ever so slightly painful, but the sensation lost in a sea of desire. I wasn’t waiting any longer.

  “Make me cum down your pretty little throat sweetheart…”

  I shivered, my fingers tugging at his belt, ripping at his jeans and getting them zipped down enough to pull them over his hips. As if on command, his cock sprang forward in all its magnificence. I brought my mouth toward it almost painfully slowly, arching my back and looking up at his eyes even as my tongue slipped down along his shaft. My breath danced over him, and he twitched in my hands, letting out a loud groan. His thighs were tense, every muscle in his body on edge.

  “Relax…” I whispered, slipping him into my mouth and sliding downward, my tongue pressed against the underside of his enormous girth. I pulled free again, smiling. “Let me make you cum… Just close your eyes Black.”

  He leaned his head back, gasping as I engulfed him once again. I took him deep, gagging ever so slightly on the head before retreating to lightly nibble on the tip. His body slumped against the door, my mouth working its magic. I loved giving head, I always had. No boyfriend had ever been able to resist me.

  “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Black whispered. I just smiled and threw myself into the job even harder. He had no idea what I could do. My mouth was practically designed for pleasure. My tongue undulated lightly, slipping along the length of his shaft with every deep stroke, his hips beginning to respond to my movements. I hummed and moaned against him even as he started to thrust, and that only drove him wilder as he fucked my mouth.

  I needed him more than I needed air. I let him go deep, taking him into my throat and choking me until my vision began to draw into a tunnel. I pulled back carefully for a breath, but Black pressed forward again, his hands reaching down to grip my hair. Things were becoming less and less controlled. His cock slammed deep into my throat again and again, my gasping gagging mouth slurping and sliding along him even as my own hands found their way into my pants, a single finger dancing across my clit. I wanted it so bad. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow him whole… To drown in his essence… I moaned hard, each stroke met with enthusiasm and joy even as pleasure shattered my existence. An orgasm rolled over my body, every muscle quivering in delight as Black used my mouth, desperately swallowing against him as his thick cock throbbed and pulsed a huge load right down toward my belly…

  “Jesus Kattlyn…” Black whispered, staring down at me with his breath coming in short gasps. His cock was still twitching, just the faintest of pulses splashing the last of him across my tongue. He might have thought we were finished, but I knew I could get him off again. His cock tasted better than anything on the menu in this little steakhouse, and I knew exactly how to savor it.

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  The dockside boat building was dark and nowhere near ready to house everyone when we first arrived. It seemed like the first two days were filled with nothing but shopping and stocking the place. In first came the booze, and pretty soon after, a box truck full of the trimmings that set up a makeshift bunkhouse in what must have been an old conference room. Black and I managed to lay claim to a smaller managers office and despite the fact that our new bedroom amounted to an air mattress and some scented candles, it felt like home.

  Even the new cage was taking shape. There was another fight happening in a few weeks, and with the main warehouse out of commission, Black was taking the time to get this place ready to host it.

  I stared around the open space taking it all in. Off to the side of what used to be a showroom, a small line of offices were tucked into the far wall full of furniture that came right out of the 1980’s. One had been repurposed, the cubicle wall torn down and opening up the makeshift bar top. Seating
was arranged near a flatscreen that was bolted straight into the wall, and most of the men were making use of it as a heated but quiet conversation raged. Cars were lined up outside. A young prospect was standing among them. He flashed me a little smile, holding up a wrench as I walked past. Another time, another place, maybe I would have taken some time to meet him. He had a hard body and a wispy beard, his tools scattered as he worked general maintenance. A bad boy who knows how to use his hands… The Rampant were hard on their cars, and the sweat on the boy’s forehead was testament to the work he was buried in.

  As for me, I’d managed to snag an old rolling office chair, and now it was my little perch as I spun it around backward, straddled the seat, and stuck my chin on the edge to watch Black stomp around the room. I liked him like this, he was a natural leader and the men respected him like none other. His heavy boots crashed down again and again as I watched my man’s ass stretch his jeans. I’d never seen a more perfect globe of muscle.

  “Don’t get too comfortable there Kat, we’re not staying here long.”

  I looked up at Acre and smirked. He’d been told to stick next to me like glue until Black was done giving orders. By now, it felt like the only times I didn’t have Acre’s eyes on me was when I was in bed… “Last time I checked, I’m old enough to babysit myself.”

  “I’m not here to babysit, I’m here to keep you from getting your name sewn on a jacket.”

  Something didn’t sit right with me in the way Acre was talking. His tone was usually a bit more playful and usually didn’t involve discussing my death. “I can take care of myself,” I said defiantly, but deep down, I was happy to have him nearby… “So what’s going on. The guys look restless.”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Acre replied, making an annoying little clicking noise with his lips. I wasn’t satisfied. Later, I’d make Black tell me everything even if it I had to drag it out of him kicking and moaning… Staring across the room I watched Black giving orders, his voice too low to understand. You could cut the tension with a knife.

  Acre didn’t try to stop me as I stepped off the chair and made my way to Black. He knew better than to get in the way. My hands slipped round his back, catching him by surprise. I let out a shocked gasp as Black jerked away and spun unexpectedly. His eyes immediately softened as he saw me, but I’d seen the flash of ferocity in that instant of movement.

  “Are you ok?” I asked hesitantly, backing away.

  “Can’t go sneaking up on me like that sweetheart…”

  I looked past him, the men waiting, eyes glaring at me. Suddenly, I felt more uncomfortable than I ever had around the Rampant. Black seemed to sense it and spun round, pulling me into his side as he stared at the club.

  “You know your jobs tonight. We pull this off clean, and we pull this off quiet. No blood, no fuckups.”

  I stared up at Black’s hard face, his arm wrapped around me hard, pinning me to his chest.

  “Black, we need you on that fucking dock.”

  The voice belonged to Acre, and I could feel the tension in Black’s muscles as he turned to face him. He must have followed me across the room, and clearly he knew something I didn’t.

  “You know the score Acre.”

  “The score is we’re out there with dicks on the line while you get your dick sucked. They won’t say it, but I will. You got yourself some fresh pussy and went soft.”

  Black bristled, every sinew of his body pressing into me. My ribs ached as his muscles strained against me. Eyes bore into me from every direction.

  “First off, we’ve got heat and the feds have ears. The boat hits tonight and I want them looking the wrong way. I’m going to the clubhouse and that’s where they’re gonna be looking. Second, you don’t ever ever fucking call me soft, or you can join me in that fucking cage.”

  Black let me go, throwing me toward a nearby chair and moving toward Acre. The two men stood tall and fearsome as the room went dead silent around them. Fear welled up in me. Black never backed down, and Acre was a beast of a man. The two came together, crashing hard as I gasped, but I watched Acre’s arms wrap around Black and give him a pat on the back. A laugh broke out between them, spreading through the men as Acre pulled away with a grin on his face.

  “Are you ready to do this?” Acre said, turning to the men.

  “Yes,” the men replied almost in unison.

  A crack of thunder from outside shook the building’s thin metal roof like some kind of ominous warning.

  “Be careful out there Acre. Call me when it’s done,” Black said, the sound of boots and shouting men filling the room as the men marched toward their cars and vans and trucks like soldiers heading into battle.

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  “What are we doing?” I asked as Black shut down the Jag’s engine, a little bar beckoning us inside with neon lights glaring in the darkness.

  “We’ve got a job to do sweetheart. Gotta get somebody’s full attention.”

  I stared at the bar, it’s doors wide and the parking lot a sea of motorcycles. I’d never really been to a biker bar before, and my heart with racing, half because I was excited and half because I was afraid. With the rain pouring I was definitely thankful of the small awning Black had parked us beneath. It was cold and droplets of rain still whipped across the windshield thanks to the wind, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was pulling up. Lightning lit up the sky above us ominously.

  “Making a phone call?” I asked, watching Black fiddle with a cellphone. He grinned, the screen coming to life as he tucked the phone into his pocket. “No Kattlyn, just seeing if somebody’s paying attention.”

  I didn’t have time to puzzle over his statement as he climbed out of the car, coming round to open my own door before walking hand-in-hand toward the bar. Inside, Black tossed some cash on the bar and shouted at the pretty little tattooed bartender.

  “Jack and coke, two at a time and keep them coming.”

  The packed bar took notice to our arrival, and as we moved toward the back, a small group of men at one of the tables stood up, leaving the seats behind without a word and nodding to Black. We sat down in the suddenly vacant space, and I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all.

  “What was that all about?” I said over the loud music and rowdy bikers.

  “Bunch of weekend warriors.” Black replied, nodding at the pierced up pixie of a waitress who dropped off a couple dark glasses on the table.

  “But why did they get up for us?”

  Black laughed, lifting up a glass and tilting it back, the whiskey disappearing down his throat. He nodded toward my glass and I followed suit, taking a long drink, hoping it would cool my nerves.

  “Because this is my bar,” Black said, grabbing my hand smiling.

  Those guys are citizens. Doctors and layers and used car salesmen in fucking halloween costumes. They’ve got a house with a white picket fence, two kids, an economy car in the driveway and a wife they wish they could fuck. A few days a week they jump on big expensive bikes and play dress up to forget about all the bullshit in their lives. They pretend to be bad boys.”

  “And you?” I asked breathlessly. My hand was still being held against his chest, the beat of his heart softly pulsing against my fingertips.

  “I don’t have to pretend, and I don’t need some silly fucking bike to play pretend.”

  I looked down demurely as he let go of my hand, my heart racing. The stress of tonight was making me crazy, a mix of desire and fear rolling through my body. Black reached out, lifting my chin back up with a finger, the lines on his face melting me as he smiled.

  “That’s why they got out of the way sweetheart. They know who I am. I’m dangerous. Does that scare you Kattlyn?”

  My hand reached out under the table, running up and over his thigh, gripping his hardening cock through denim. “I don’t scare easy,” I said, a grin widening as I flashed my teeth.

  “That’s good, because it looks like we’ve got c
ompany.”

  I followed his nod, my eyes sweeping toward the door. Outside, rain fell across the darkened parking lot, a long black sedan pulling to a stop just beyond the line of bikes that crowded near the awning covered entrance.

  “Your phone…” I whispered, looking back to Black.

  “Had a feeling they might be tracking it. Pulled the battery a few days ago. Wasn’t expecting them so soon but that just moves up our plans for the night.”

  Black nodded toward my drink again, lifting his own and polishing it off. I did my best to follow suit, choking on the whiskey. “No use wasting it, besides, it’ll calm the nerves. Time to go sweetheart,” he said, pulling me to my feet.

  “But we just got here…” I replied, still staring at the car outside.