Page 15 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

He picks up a piece, waving it slowly in the air. “You mean this?” he asks before shoving the whole piece in his mouth mumbling, “Mmm…” after chewing and helping to swallow it down with a gulp of coffee. “You’re right. It’s really good.”

That’s it. He’s going to die in his sleep tonight because I’m going to kill him. Consequences be damned.

“You’re not eating,” he so astutely points out.

“You never answered my question.”

Cutter cluelessly narrows his eyes at me. “Question?”

“Uh, yeah—whatdidyou mean if youdidn’tmean you expected me to work off my reparations through sex?” It might’ve come out as an accusation, but come on, I think I’m well within my rights in this situation.

He sets his fork down. “I haven’t decided how you’re going to work off your debt, all right? But Ireallylike fucking you. Never met a woman who takes me and gives it back the way you do. I want to keep fucking you.”

Finally, I cut into my hotcakes. “I’m down with that.”

“Right. But while you’re here, I don’t want you fucking other men.”

“Why?” I ask, not that I’m planning to fuck other men. That typically only happens when money or safety is on the line. Other than that, even if they’re assholes, I’ve always been a one man kind of woman.

“Because I don’t mind waiting for you to feel better after one of my fuckings—but it’ll irritate the piss out of me to have to wait because of one of my brothers or Darrin here.”

It’s all I can do to hold back the irritated sigh. Not Darrin again. No offense to the man, but he’s not my type. If I was going to sleep with a man like him, he’d have to be offering something more than what I’ve currently got going with Cutter and I don’t see that happening. I like what I’ve got going right now. It’s a safe place to stay. Comfortable bed. Good food. Phenomenal sex. I’d be a fool to leave until I’m ready for California. However, I do like that he’s laying the terms of this thing between us out for me.

“Negotiations. Fair enough. So you want an exclusive, friends-with-benefits arrangement for the length of time I’m with the Horde?”

“I wouldn’t call us ‘friends,’” he says, chuckling as if what I’ve said is funny to him.

Ouch. That hurts too.

Whatever.

I’m used to being let down in my life.

“Fine then, an exclusive sex partnership arrangement?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye when he smiles, slapping the table and says, “Exactly. See. You get me.”

“What do I get out of this?”

He sips more of his coffee. “Really hot sex.”

“Yeah—I got that.”

“A place to stay.”

“I want my own room.” This is concrete. I’m not budging on the point.

“What’s wrong with sleeping with me?” Cutter asks. “It’s convenient.”

“It’s confusing. We’re sex partners, not dating.”

“Don’t like it, but I see your point. Fine. I’ll make sure you get a room. You get food, but we’ll expect you to pull your weight by helping to clean and cooking meals.”

“I can do that. I don’t know how good my cooking is, but it won’t kill you.”

“And when we’re done here, I’ll take you to get some clothes and toiletries. I like that waxed pussy. Need to keep it waxed.”

“I’ll keep it waxed. You have to help me find a job, though. So I can save up money. I’m still planning to head to California to start my life over.”

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