Page 38 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

“Yeah,” she says sadly.

“No, baby. You don’t get it. I’m not second-guessing us. I’m reaffirming us. I didn’t get it before I met you. Now I get it.”

“What are you saying?”

Fuck, whatamI saying? Or what am Iaboutto say? “I think I love you.”

Her finger stops doodling.

“I don’t know for certain because I’ve never been in this situation before, but it feels right to say it out loud.”

The next thing I know, her whole face presses against my chest as she sobs, dampening my skin.

“Aja?”

“Happy tears, Cut.”

Happy tears. I don’t know that I’ve ever caused happy tears for anyone in my life before now. It feels good. “I need to know where your head is at with this, baby.”

She looks up at me through these giant, wet, kitten eyes. “The night at the diner…” She sniffles, wiping at her face. “How you were with me…”

The woman needs to be in my arms for this conversation. I wrap one around her back to haul her up so our faces are inches apart. She nuzzles hers against my neck. “Go on,” I urge, needing to hear the rest of this.

“I knew I could fall in love with you. I’ve met enough bad in my life, Cut, to figure out right away when I’ve met the good. That was the biggest reason I grifted you. You wanted one night and it would’ve crushed me to say goodbye to your face. I know it would’ve because I cried when I left the hotel room that night.”

“Okay.” Even speaking that one word feels like I’ve got a frog in my throat.

“Cutter, I fell in love with you when you took me clothes shopping that day. You were so fun and I knew that you’d always be that way with me.”

Damn.

Here lies Cutter.

Died foronepussy.

Who would’ve thought? Not me.Especiallynot me.

In the midst of this amazing moment we’re sharing, Reaper interrupts us by pounding on the side of our pop-up, shouting, “Quit fucking and get dressed. We’re checking out the music.”

“You want to go or do you want to stay in here?” I ask Aja.

“We should probably get ready and go out with them.” As she begins to push up, she turns back to me, bends in to kiss me again, and smiles. “I love you, Cutter.”

Goddamn, that feels good.

She busies herself getting dressed again, only this time, she has sex hair. She looks phenomenal.

Reaper pounds on the top of the camper again. “You coming or not?”

“Calm your tits, brother. We’ll be out in a second.”

Aja smiles over her shoulder at me, shaking her head while zipping up her second boot. “Ready,” she says.

“Is it bad that I want to fuck you again?”

“Nope. Nothing bad about it. But save that urge until we get back tonight.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’ve wanted to fuck you since we met. That urge has never gone away.” I grab her hand, leading her the couple of steps to the door. One last check for my keys and wallet, we step outside to join Reaper and Dusty—who’s sporting sex hair, too.

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