Unforgiven (Lone Star Lovers Book 2)

by Delilah Devlin

  It should have worried him. And sometimes, he did hesitate. Even this morning, when he’d been riding a four-wheeler along the fence line, he’d halted on a hilltop where he knew the signal was strong and hit redial on his cell phone. When he’d realized how naturally that had come, he’d thumbed the off switch and stared at the phone.

  She’d been the last person he called. He opened his sent messages and realized most of them were to her. And for what? To make a date. To talk about what they wanted for dinner. To tell her to take down her patio umbrella because a thunderstorm was coming, and he didn’t want it blown away. Things a man who was in a relationship would do. Things he’d done with her before. And he’d easily fallen back into the same pattern.

  He hadn’t called her back, and, instead, fell into a black mood, which had followed him like a dark cloud all afternoon. He’d wished he could call and cancel but knew he wouldn’t. Blood thrummed all day through his body, kept his dick thick and hot from just the memory of how her mouth had looked stretched around it as she’d sucked.

  The dark mood still held him in its grip. He’d driven out of Two Mule and followed the interstate to an Adult Superstore a couple of exits down. The items he’d bought were in a brown paper bag on the seat next to him. Katie’s eagerness to experiment had to have its limits. And Cutter planned to find them tonight.

  He’d always considered himself a meat and potatoes kind of guy. Preferring plain food to spicy. The same with his sex. But Katie challenged him. He hated feeling like he had to compete, but he knew Justin’s reputation and wanted to make sure he obliterated his memory. Whatever the other man had done to get to her, he’d discover it and make damn sure she knew who the better man was.

  Her front door opened, and he cut off the engine and climbed down from his truck. The wind whipped up, gusting and catching the screen door, making it bang against the wall.

  He climbed the steps, eyeing the little T-shirt that stretched across her breasts. Her nipples were round little pebbles under the soft cotton. Her legs were bare beneath skimpy shorts, and he knew she’d left off any underwear, because that was what he preferred. And she always accommodated his preferences.

  Her gaze travelled over him then snagged on the paper bag he held in one fist. “A present for me?”

  “It’s for me.”

  Katie licked her lips. Then her mouth stretched into smile. How could her expression be so open, so happy, when he knew he looked as dark as the thunderclouds filling the evening sky?

  He closed the door behind him and dropped the bag on a table next to the door. “I want you naked.”

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “No, ‘how was your day’? Or even a mention of the weather?”

  “I’m not in the mood for small talk.”

  “I can see that.”

  He arched an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes, but grabbed the hem of her soft pink tee and pulled it over her head, then shoved down her shorts and kicked them away. “That better?”

  Cutter’s gaze trailed down her body, pausing to note the tightness of her small, rose-colored nipples. He’d bet money if he she opened her thighs, he’d see moisture glazing her pale skin. “Bend over the arm of the sofa.”

  “You’re in a hurry.” There was a tight, expectant quality to her voice.

  Was she getting worked up about his intentions? “I’m waiting.”

  Katie gave a nervous laugh then strode toward the sofa, color washing her cheeks and chest. But she bent over the sofa arm.

  Cutter reached for the bag and the items he’d already unwrapped. He took the tube of lubricant, uncapped it, and squeezed it onto his forefinger. Then he stepped close to Katie and smoothed a palm over her ass. “You said you’d let me take you any way I wanted…”

  “Guess it depends on what you have in mind,” she said sounding breathless.

  “You can make me stop any time you want.”

  She drew a short, deep breath. “But you’ll walk, won’t you?”

  He might—but not before he’d eased the lust pulsing in his dick. Katie didn’t have to know that. He traced a finger down the crevice dividing her buttocks.

  She gasped, and her bottom tightened, but she didn’t offer a complaint.

  He parted her and brought the lubricant-covered finger to the small furled opening he’d only teased before.

  A low moan slipped from her lips, and she laughed nervously again. “I hope you know I’ve never…”

  “Glad to hear it,” he bit out. “But it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop.”

  “Jesus.”

  He rubbed the lube in circles, pressing against her, and then pushed his fingertip inside her.

  Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing as they tried to eject him.

  “You have to relax, because I’m just gettin’ started.”

  “Cutter, I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

  “Is it painful?”

  “It burns.”

  “Can you take it?” He stroked deeper, just past the last knuckle.

  “Jesus.”

  Cutter pushed deeper and rotated his finger, easing into her, stretching her. His dick jerked, pressing hard against the front of his jeans, but he was a long way from being able to ease that ache.

  He pulled out his finger and reached for the other item he’d purchased. He squeezed lube onto the end of the plug and smeared it down the toy’s curved length. “I’m going to place something inside you. Take deep breaths and relax…as much as you can.”

  Her head lowered to the leather sofa, and she widened her stance, giving him silent permission to proceed.

  Cutter’s lips twitched, and he set the tip of the butt plug against her asshole and pushed it gently inside.

  The slender tip didn’t hurt that bad, easing into her. Katie sighed in relief as he slowly pushed it inside her. However, the deeper it entered, the wider it grew, and the delicate muscles surrounding her entrance burned. “Wait!”

  “Is it too much? Shall I stop?”

  And let him call it quits? He’d been testing her all week, pushing past every inhibition she’d ever had. However, this was too much—too invasive and embarrassing. But he’d warned her of the consequence if she balked. “Just give me a second.”

  Katie turned her face, laying one hot cheek against cool leather and closing her eyes. She concentrated on loosening the tension around the slick plug he’d inserted. “All right. I’m okay now.”

  The plug pushed deeper, the shaft of it widening more, stretching her uncomfortably, but she wasn’t really in pain. Whatever lubricant he’d used seemed to numb her a little, just enough so that she could take it. The plug broadened again as it pushed deeper then narrowed in circumference. She drew a deep sigh of relief as he stopped pushing.

  “You can get up now.”

  “What?” she asked, trying to clear her mind of the sudden rush of lust that flooded her pussy.

  “I’m done. You’ll wear that tonight. Now, what’s for dinner?”

  Katie rose gingerly from the sofa arm and pushed back her hair before glancing at Cutter. He was still completely dressed, but his features were tight, his gaze narrowed as he watched her expression.

  She tilted her chin, and even though she didn’t want to turn and give him a view of her bottom with the plug settled snugly at her back entrance, she did anyway, walking slowly toward the kitchen.

  But she felt its thickness with every step, and realized that while he’d been pushing into her ass, her sex had become swollen and fluid dripped down her thighs.

  And the bastard had to know that, too. She hoped like hell he was as uncomfortable and hot as she was.

  They ate the meal she’d prepared, meatloaf and scalloped potatoes. A fresh apple pie sat cooling on the counter top, but Cutter was eager to continue with the new game.

  Katie had squirmed on her seat throughout the entire meal, whether from the plug or embarrassment that she sat naked while he hadn’t removed any clothing, he didn’t know.


  But the color in her cheeks and the desperation evident in the way she kept biting her lower lip was doing a number on his control. His cock was so swollen and hard it felt like the skin surrounding it was stretched to the limit.

  He stood and began to undress next to the table while her eyes grew wide.

  When he was nude, he walked to the apple pie and cut himself a slice, carrying to the table. “Can I get you one?” he asked, holding it like a pizza slice and taking a bite.

  “I’m full,” she muttered.

  “Yes, you are,” he drawled. “Does it hurt?”

  “Let’s not talk about it. Just finish your pie.”

  It was the first time she’d shown him any irritation, and Cutter grinned. He strode toward her and knelt, then turned her chair to face him. “Come on. Take a bite.”

  He held up the pie, and she glared but opened her mouth obediently and took a small bite.

  He finished off the rest, licked his fingertips, and then leaned close.

  Katie’s mouth opened, but he ducked and latched onto a nipple chewing gently on the tip. “Prefer cherries to apples, anyway,” he murmured.

  “You finished eating?” she asked, gasping.

  “Funny, I’m still hungry.” He rose and held out his hand.

  Katie eyed it with suspicion but laid her palm against his, and he squeezed and tugged her upward. When she was chest to chest with him, he enfolded her in his arms and reached around to cup her bottom. He nudged the base of the plug and felt her breath gust against his shoulder. He smiled again.

  “Cutter?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I don’t think I can take much more.”

  The tension in her soft voice was everything he could have wanted. “Go on back to the bed. I’ll be there in a minute. I’m just gonna put the dishes in the sink.”

  “You can leave them.”

  He leaned back and gave her a quick stare, the same look he’d used to halt any arguments over the past few days.

  She clamped her mouth shut and walked away.

  Cutter couldn’t help watching the sway of her hips and the glint of the base of the rubbery plug peeking from between her buttocks.

  He made quick work of the dishes, palmed the last item from the paper bag, then walked slowly down the hall, making as much noise as possible, because he knew she was impatient, and he wanted her to know he didn’t care.

  She’d pulled the covers off the bed and lay in the center of the white sheets on her side, facing him, one arm over her belly, the other curled beneath her head.

  Cutter walked to the bed and plucked the pillows from top of the bed and laid them down, one atop the other. “Lie over this.”

  Katie groaned. “I didn’t know you were a sadist.”

  “There’re lots of things you don’t know about me.”

  She skimmed his face, then sat up and climbed over the pillows, arranging herself so that her bottom was lifted and her knees parted.

  Her inner folds and entrance were a deep, dark pink and slick. Cutter set the vibrator on the bed behind her and pulled on the base of the plug.

  Katie dragged air into her lungs, not releasing the breath until he’d pulled the plug free.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said as he placed the plug on the nightstand.

  “There’s no way you can come inside me…there,” she mumbled.

  “Not planning on it…tonight. You’re still pretty tight. But I have something I think you’re ready to enjoy.”

  She leaned up on her arms and started to turn her head.

  “No peeking.” Cutter picked up the slender dildo and lubed the end, then circled the tip around her tiny hole and slowly pushed. He flicked the switch near the base, and Katie jerked as it began to hum.

  “No, no, no…,” she groaned as the vibrations, gentle at first, revved up.

  Cutter’s chuckle was deep and dirty. The dildo slid deeper, and then he moved between her legs. He traced the edges of her folds with his fingers, and moisture spilled from inside her, coating her sex and his hand.

  “Damn,” he whispered. His breath cooled the liquid trailing down one thigh. His tongue curled around her sex, following the path his fingers had taken, then dipping inside.

  The small muscles encircling the dildo clutched it hard, trying to eject it, but he covered the base and pressed it deeper while a callused thumb grazed the sensitive skin of her perineum.

  Katie’s desperate moan and the subtle shiver that racked her slender frame had him growling behind her, and he shifted again. This time she cried in relief when the blunt round head of his cock nudged between her lips.

  He liked the way her pussy looked, clasping around him like a mouth, making moist, lewd sounds that tightened his balls.

  He pulsed forward, swaying, dragging his cockhead around her entrance to wet it. Then he sank deeper and swirled again as he came out, a reverse screwing that made her tremble and drove him crazy, because he wanted to plunge deep and hard inside her.

  Her back sank, and her chest rubbed on the comforter. She writhed like a wild thing, and he flicked the switch again, taking the vibrations a notch higher.

  Katie gave a thin wail and came up on her arms, pushing back against him, trying to take him deeper, rocking on his cock, tugging on him with her tight little cunt lips until he couldn’t stand it a second longer.

  Both hands landed on the notches of her hips, and he slammed forward, ramming against the base of the dildo with each sharp thrust.

  “Yes!” she cried out, lunging backward, fighting his grip because he held her firm while he gave her tight, sharp thrusts that churned in the silky fluid flooding her channel.

  Cutter’s balls tightened. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come, because the sensations were too amazing, and he wanted to stay there longer. Wanted to feel the clench of her cunt, the hum vibrating through her sugar walls, and her silky heat surrounding him. Already her excitement produced a steady flow of moisture, leaking out to wet the base of his cock and lower belly.

  The sounds they made together only fanned the flames. Lush, suctioning clasps and sharp, wet slaps as his belly and thighs slammed against her bottom.

  But he wasn’t Superman, and she was quickly coming apart. Katie’s whole body shuddered, and short ragged whimpers filled the room.

  Cutter leaned closer, shortened his thrusts, and reached to grab one corner of her shoulder and wrap the other fist in her hair.

  Her head came back with an agonized groan, and he hammered her. His balls burst, come jetted deep inside her, and again, he wondered, fleetingly, why the hell he’d forgone the condom.

  But her body bowed, her pussy convulsed around him, squeezing in strong, rhythmic pulses that milked his cock until he slowed behind her, shuddering.

  Slowly, he unwound his fist from her hair then gathered her up, sitting her on his lap with his dick still deep inside her, savoring the gentling of the contractions and the heat that slicked their skin.

  He dragged in a deep breath and lowered his head, gliding his lips from the rounded curve of her shoulder to her neck.

  Katie reached behind her, cupped the back of his head and turned her face toward his.

  Cutter kissed her like he never had before. Voraciously. Plundering her mouth with his tongue, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and biting, then covering her mouth to rub his lips in drugging circles.

  Katie kissed him back then broke away. She rested her head on his shoulder while her breaths rattled in her chest. “I think the vibrator has to go.”

  Cutter smiled, liking the wry humor in her voice and felt relief that she was recovering. He’d thought to push her past her comfort zone, but Katie was strong, willful, and unwilling to back down from a challenge.

  “Bend over the pillows again, and I’ll take it out.”

  “Both—take them both out.” She leaned over the pillows again.

  “Sore?” he asked, smoothing his hands over her soft as
s.

  “Shut up, Cutter. Just do it before you see my bottom blushing.”

  “It’s already pink. Like I spanked it.”

  Her pussy tightened around him, and Cutter grinned.

  “God, this is more embarrassing than when you stuck it inside me.”

  “My dick or the dildo?”

  Katie gave a short shocked laugh. “I’m going to kill you.”

  “Embarrassed because you’re not aroused now?”

  “Yeah, because you can see everything, and all I can do is lie here like a blow-up doll.”

  He flicked the switch to off. Her body relaxed, and she gave a soft moan. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cock, which felt chilled when the air hit it. Then he slowly pulled out the dildo and backed off the bed to head to the bathroom. When he reached the door, he glanced over his shoulder.

  Katie was still hunched over the pillows, but her gaze followed him.

  “Join me in the shower?”

  A quick smile turned up the corners of her mouth, and she sat up, raising her arms above her head.

  Cutter watched the lengthening of her torso, the shiver of her round breasts, and felt his cock jerk in reaction to her sexy movements.

  She rubbed her hair and grimaced.

  “Did I pull too hard?”

  Katie gave him a saucy grin. “Just hard enough, cowboy.”

  Chapter Five

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  Katie untied the apron from her waist and lifted it over her head. “See you tomorrow,” she called over her shoulder as she grabbed her purse from under the cash register and headed for the door.

  Ole Win glanced up over the top of his reading glasses as she drew alongside him. “Glad to see you and Cutter got things worked out,” he murmured.

  Katie hesitated then pasted on a smile and pushed through the door into the bright sunshine. She and Cutter didn’t have anything worked out between them. They existed in a kind of limbo where the only things they talked about were unimportant or strictly about sex.

  Not once had they broached the subject of her affair with Justin. Yet it loomed between them, growing larger and uglier the longer they ignored it.

  At least from her point of view. And she’d become a coward, unwilling to rock the boat because her time with Cutter was precious.