Unforgiven

by Delilah Devlin

  His eyelids lowered as he looked down her body. Then he came closer. “Just makin’ sure I’m not stepping on anyone else’s toes.”

  “Why the hell should it matter to you? Gonna ask me on a date?” she said, raising her chin.

  “Not exactly.” He bent over her, his hand slipped beneath her hair. His palm was warm against her cooling neck.

  Katie lifted a hand to his chest to push him away, but he was as immoveable as solid rock.

  “I’m thinking we should see each other,” he said, his sliding toward a sexy growl. “Every now and then.”

  Her eyes widened. A lead weight settled in her middle, but lower, her body began a slow burn. “You’re saying we should fuck. Tell me, are you thinking you could just drop by whenever you’re horny?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And what about me? What about when I’m horny?”

  One corner of his mouth quirked. “You wantin' rights too?”

  “I’d be stupid if I let it be all about you and your needs again.”

  “Mad ’cause I didn’t finish it for you?”

  She’d been devastated, but all those weepy moments were past. Anger flared, hot enough to melt the ice coating the walls. Did he honestly think she was such a slut she’d go for a proposition like this?

  Then again, she’d never gotten what she wanted, sexually, from Cutter Standifer. When they’d dated, he’d been painfully remote. Even after they’d finally gotten naked. Today, he’d been ruthlessly cruel.

  But if he wanted something from her now… Well, wasn’t she in a position to bargain for more? Did she want to risk her heart with him again? If he was even contemplating having an affair with her, did that mean that somewhere deep inside him, he still cared?

  God, she was pathetic. The cruel twist of his mouth didn’t betray a single ounce of pity or affection. Still, her body reacted, predictably, to his presence.

  Her pussy still ached from his earlier forceful thrusts. Unabated arousal had kept her edgy, angry. From just the memory of his invasion, her body had remained primed, her clit swollen, her nipples tight and hard. Even now, moisture seeped into her panties.

  Could she do this? Begin a strictly sexual relationship without losing herself and her self-respect? She still wanted him. And didn’t she deserve pleasure for herself?

  Katie lifted her chin and kept her gaze locked with his. “If I do this, you won’t be the only one getting what you want.”

  Cutter’s eyes crinkled at the corners. The beginnings of a smile.

  She glared, resisting the urge to lean into him and surrender, because her body was melting despite the frigid air surrounding them. “Things won’t be like they were before.”

  “I’m not offering to go back. This time, I’m not in it for the long haul.”

  His honesty hurt, but she appreciated it just the same. She lowered the hand she’d braced against his chest. “No lies. No games. Nothing but pleasure between us. For as long as we both want this.”

  He nodded, his hips surging toward hers, his cock pressing against her belly. “Agreed. No promises. But…you will only sleep with me. No boyfriends. For as long as this lasts.”

  “I’ll want the same from you. No other women.”

  His face hardened. “I don’t fuck around.”

  Her gaze fell away. “Can we not rehash old news? We can pretend to be polite.”

  “People are gonna talk. We can’t keep this secret…our seeing each other again.”

  “Afraid they’ll think you’re a fool?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what they think. But you have a business to run…friends who might get curious.”

  Katie shrugged. “I’ll say we’re taking it slow. Just dating again.”

  “Fine.” Cutter slid a hand behind her, cupping her bottom. “Can you close up?”

  “I just opened the diner. I’m not gonna kick Win out.”

  Cutter’s mouth tightened. The hand behind her neck tugged her hair.

  He hadn’t kissed her before at the wedding. She hadn’t realized it until she’d showered and then she’d nearly cried, because she’d wanted a little tenderness, a little consideration.

  His mouth hovered above hers now, and then his lips rubbed. She wasn’t letting him set the pace again. She caught his lower lip with her teeth and bit gently.

  Cutter froze. Then his hips surged again. Both hands clamped around her bottom, cupping her buttocks, then lifted her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist then let go of his lip.

  His head slanted and she opened her mouth to suction against his until he thrust his tongue into her mouth and they pressed closer, chests hardening, mouths devouring.

  Cutter pulled back his head. “I want you.”

  Katie’s breaths came in short, excited gasps. “Can’t…not now. Stay. I’ll make you something to eat.”

  Cutter rested his forehead against hers. “When he leaves, you’ll turn the sign around. I might not wait to get you home.”

  Katie felt her first smile of the day tease the corners of her lips. “Gonna christen my restaurant?”

  “Never done it here?”

  She shook her head. The only men she’d “done” in Two Mule were him and Justin. Both in her home. Come to think of it, she’d never had Cutter in her bed. A chill bit her spine and she shivered.

  “Cold?” he whispered against her lips.

  She nodded.

  He ground his clothed cock against her sex. “Fix me something to eat.” He held her while she dropped her legs and stood on her own.

  She swayed and he chuckled. His hands caressed her ass and squeezed, his cheek rubbed against hers. “Something fast.”

  “Ole Win?”

  “He’s old. Not stupid.”

  Katie made Cutter a patty melt, which he wolfed down with fries. All the while she moved behind the counter, his gaze never left her body.

  She felt self-conscious, awkward, because her hips felt fluid, rolled with a little extra wiggle she couldn’t help. Her sex was swollen and wet, and her breaths wouldn’t even out, staying short and shallow, which kept her slightly dizzy and on the verge of nervous laughter.

  Ole Win still hadn’t budged, but he’d dropped any pretense of reading his paper. His attention hopped from Katie to Cutter and back, as though watching his favorite soap opera.

  Katie poured Cutter a cup of coffee and slid it across the counter. His hand captured her wrist, and his thumb rubbed against her thudding pulse.

  Ole Win cleared his throat. “Think I’ll mosey along. See you tomorrow, Katie.”

  She didn’t look his way, caught by the heat building in Cutter’s expression. “See ya, Winston.”

  The door closed and Cutter stood. “Your keys.”

  She reached for her purse beneath the counter and tossed them.

  He caught them and turned on his heels, striding quickly to the door. He locked it, turned the sign, then took the time to turn the blinds and shut off the view of the street outside.

  When he turned, she was already pulling her apron over her head and wiping her sweaty hands against her sides.

  Cutter’s face was set, hard. His eyelids drooped as he halted opposite the counter from her. “Climb up.”

  Her heart accelerated, heat filling her cheeks. “What?”

  “Climb up on the counter. I’m hungry.”

  Katie blinked, but hopped onto the counter and swung her legs to his side, facing him.

  Cutter pulled her closer, stepping between her thighs.

  “It’s a little high,” she said, suddenly breathless.

  “Not for what I have in mind.” Cutter’s jaw tightened, and he gripped her waist then slid up her T-shirt.

  Katie lifted her arms and let him drag away the shirt. She started trembling, even before he unsnapped her bra and pulled it, crushing it in his fist as he drew it away.

  Katie dropped her arms at her sides, letting Cutter stare at her breasts.

  Her nipples tightened, sp
iking hard.

  Cutter reached up and she tightened, expecting him to cup her, tease her aching tips, but he pressed between her breasts, forcing her backward. She lay back and braced herself on her elbows to watch as he unsnapped her jeans.

  Cutter bent and his tongue licked the vee of skin he exposed as he slowly slid down her zipper.

  “Cutter, please,” she moaned. Not again. Not slow. Her pussy pulsed, liquid spilling from inside her. She needed his cock, needed it fast.

  “Please what, Katie?” he said, nuzzling her lower belly while he gripped her waistband in both hands and dragged down her clothing.

  She lifted her bottom, letting him peel down the rough denim and her cotton panties. His face centered between her closed thighs and his tongue slid along the closed seam of her sex, the tip touching her hardened clit.

  Katie cried out, her body vibrating. “Please. Get my clothes off now. Fuck me, Cutter.”

  He lifted his head. “My turn, first.”

  Katie moaned and reclined on the counter, knowing he wasn’t going to give her what she needed, not yet. God, it was just like before. He’d tortured her. Taking her slowly in excruciating increments.

  He pulled her pants down further, just past her knees. His hands landed on her thighs, his fingers dug gently into her flesh. “Part your legs.”

  Katie whimpered at the note of command in his voice, something she’d never heard from him before. Something Justin had done, which had completely demolished any reservations she’d had about having sex with him.

  His thumb slid into the top of her folds, pressing on her hooded clit, then lifted the thin hood to expose the rigid knot.

  As cool air brushed over the hot pleasure center, Katie’s breath hitched.

  He bent again, his gaze rising to hers then closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

  Katie’s knees jerked upward then opened, giving him more room. His deep, humorless chuckle vibrated against her, adding to the sensations already stealing her mind.

  He’d never gone down on her, never even touched her there, except to slide his cock inside her. She’d wondered if after that first time, he hadn’t liked something about her—her scent, the sight of her smooth sex…

  She’d felt unfeminine, rejected. Justin had renewed her confidence, praising her body, her “sweet, sweet pussy” as he’d gone down on her. She’d hated herself for needing him, hated that he was the one who’d given her what she needed, and then she’d hated Cutter because he’d made her vulnerable to a user like Justin.

  However, now she didn’t doubt his attraction. He suctioned her, glided his tongue over her folds, delving between to consume the fluids seeping from deep inside her.

  His fingers played, circling her entrance, and then thrusting inward. “I won’t stop until you scream, so you better not hold back.” His voice was tight, harsh.

  Katie’s belly quivered and jumped. Her head thrashed on the countertop. The rhythmic pull of his lips, the increasing depths of his thrusts, built tension in her core that curled so tightly she knew when it unwound, she’d lose it.

  Cutter paused with his fingers deep inside her, then drew his lips away from his teeth and gently bit her clitoris.

  Katie jerked, her back bowed hard, lifting off the counter, and she splintered into a million pieces.

  Even to her own ears, her cry was ragged, a desolate note fading slowly in the stillness that followed. Katie sagged against the counter and stared at the fluorescent light, buzzing on the ceiling.

  Cutter tugged off her boots, stripped her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, then opened his pants and shoved them just past his backside.

  When he held out his hand to her, she didn’t hesitate, letting him bring her upright. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her from the counter.

  Katie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held her breath as he lowered her. His cock nudged between her folds, and impossibly, her pussy spasmed, making a wet sound as it welcomed the blunt, round cap entering her.

  Cutter’s strong shoulders flexed beneath her palms, and she reveled in the show of strength as he lowered her slowly, sliding her pussy down his cock, then lifted her. He showed no signs of strain as he repeated the action, although his jaw tightened and red flared in his cheeks.

  “This how you want it?” he asked.

  “Thought this was your turn,” she said breathlessly.

  “Changed my mind.”

  “Then I want it fast,” she said, biting her lower lip, then gasping as he moved her hips in circles. “Hard. I want it hard.”

  “Think you can come again?”

  She blinked. Not something she’d ever experienced before—multiple orgasms. But maybe the fact her arousal had stretched over the whole damn day made her more sensitive, more responsive than usual. Sensual tension curled around her core again. She nodded slowly, and then dug her fingers into his shoulders as he turned and strode to the nearest table.

  He began to lay her down and she reached out and swiped the condiments and napkin holder to the floor.

  Cutter laughed, the sound low and wicked. Her pussy convulsed around him, moisture spilling to coat his shaft as he leaned over her.

  This time he didn’t seem to mind as she wound her legs around his waist. She relaxed against the cool wood as he pumped into her—short, forceful thrusts that rattled the table and shoved it across the linoleum floor.

  Katie tilted her hips, helping him deepen his thrusts. Cutter grunted and came up, gripping the sides of the table, his chest just above hers. He glanced down their bodies to where they were both naked. Then his narrowed glance swept back up. “You on the pill?”

  She considered lying to ease his mind, but sucked in a deep breath and shook her head.

  His jaw ground shut, his lips thinned, but he didn’t stop stroking. “You’ll let me know. If something happens.”

  “Sure,” she lied, surprised he hadn’t stopped cold. Cutter was anything but careless. Maybe he didn’t believe that she hadn’t needed the pill in the months since they’d split.

  But why didn’t she insist on protection? Katie pushed the thought aside, unwilling to answer that question, even to herself. If she turned up pregnant, the last thing she’d want was a reluctant Cutter offering her help. “Gonna keep talking? Because I’m just about out of breath.”

  Cutter’s lips curved and he flexed his buttocks, hammering into her pussy in hard, short thrusts that built friction all along her channel walls. Katie felt the tension curling around her core and eased her legs higher up his back.

  Cutter’s eyes closed and Katie drank in the sight of him, straining over her, his thickly muscled arms and chest tensing, his hands tightening their grip on the edges of the table. Glancing down between them, she watched in fascination as his cock pistoned into her, moisture shining all along his reddened shaft. She’d never watched a man fuck her before. The motion was so fluid, so graceful and rhythmic.

  When she glanced up, his eyes were open again, watching her and heat filled her cheeks. “I’ve never watched.”

  Something crossed his face, an expression so fleeting she couldn’t tell if it was regret or disbelief, but she didn’t have time to ponder it, because he straightened, letting go of the table and standing with his feet braced, continued to pump inside her.

  Now nothing impeded either of their views. But she had nothing to hold onto and her hands skimmed restlessly along the table top as her breaths grew shorter, and the tension wound tighter.

  Cutter lifted his hand and stuck two fingers into his mouth. He rubbed a thumb over the top of her sex, skimmed over her hooded clit, and then pushed it up to expose the swollen knot.

  Katie’s breath hitched. Her eyelids fell to half-mast, but she kept right on watching as he brought those two moistened fingertips down and swirled them gently over her clitoris.

  Her legs jerked convulsively around him. Her back arched off the table.

  Cutter groaned and pounded harder, rubbing in
circles and pressing harder, then pinching her clit.

  That was all it took, Katie gasped, her hands landing on her breasts and squeezing them hard while his cock slammed into her.

  “Jesus… Fuck…”

  Katie felt the same way, wanted to shout, but she bit her lips and held back her cries, closing her eyes tightly and turning her head side to side until the convulsions rippling up and down her channel slowed.

  When Cutter’s hands uncrossed her legs behind him and he stepped back, severing the connection, only then did she open her eyes.

  His attention was on his slick cock.

  But she didn’t move, although her back ached from resting on the hard surface, and her body was fully exposed while he was tucking in his shirt and buckling his belt.

  He glanced her way, then picked up napkins from the countertop and stood in front of her again, a frown bisecting his dark brows.

  His fingers crumpled the napkin, and he took a breath then stroked her folds and inner thighs, gentle strokes that nonetheless excited her sex because the fibers were a little coarse and her clit and vagina were raw and sensitized. She gasped and bit her lip, but her pussy clasped and opened, making another of those embarrassingly wet, succulent sounds.

  His eyes darkened, and his breaths quickened. “There are thousand ways I want to take you, Katie.” His voice was husky as he rimmed her with the paper again.

  Katie widened the legs dangling from the table. “Maybe I’ll let you try every one of them.”

  Chapter Four

  There’d been no maybes about it, Cutter mused as he pulled into her driveway one evening a week later. Katie had game. She’d surrendered everything to him. Accommodated his every whim—enthusiastically.

  Which had him wondering if things would have turned out differently between them the first time if he’d given her a hint how willing he was to experiment.

  Last night they’d lain stretched across her bed, his head between her legs, her lips wrapped around his cock. When he’d exploded, he’d tried to withdraw, but she’d squeezed his balls in warning and sucked his cock, swallowing his come, then lazily lapped around the cap like it was an ice cream cone. She’d reached down and pulled his hair, reminding him he still had work to do, and he’d finished her, although he’d been so wrung out all he wanted to do was drag her down beside him, wrap his arms around her and doze.