Page 86 of Swinging for the Deep End

“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.

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