Cutter: A Fight or Flight Novel (14 page)

“I already said I’m in with both feet. There’s no second-guessing. No
what if
s. I’m all yours, if you’ll take me. I’ll marry you tomorrow if you let me. God knows I want to more than you’ll ever know.”

“You mean to tell me you’d go to the courthouse and marry me Monday morning if that’s what I wanted? You’d give up the rest of your single life to be completely domestic? Go from being single one day to married the next?”

“Without a shadow of a doubt.”

“I love you, Cutter,” she whispers, pushing away her still full plate and scooting closer to me on the couch.

“Never as much as I love you,” I respond, pulling her into my arms and kissing the top of her head.

With her cheek resting on my chest, my heartbeat fills her ears. Hopefully she can hear how it beats only for her and Bethany. They’re my reason for living.

“I’m ready when you are,” she whispers again, looking up at me with tear-stained lashes.

“For all of it?” I need to make sure she’s really in. I can’t be a part of a relationship where I’m the only one working at it, and if she doesn’t love me as much as I love her, I can wait. As much as I want her and all that I’m offering, I won’t push her. In a frame of mind much like hers when she almost had that abortion, I don’t want her resenting me in a few years because she wasn’t ready and made the decision under duress. I’ve come to terms with my pro fighting career being over. I knew it couldn’t last forever and I’d much rather step out undefeated than go on when I know it’s not where I want to be.

“There’s not been a single moment since I’ve had Bethany that I wasn’t ready. I prayed for this, Cutter. I prayed you’d come back and it would all be perfect. I’ve never had a prayer answered before, and if I only get one in a lifetime, this is the best one I could ever get.”

“God, I fucking love you. Come on.” Dragging her back to the bedroom, I’m already aware, and I’m sure she is, too, where the rest of the night’s going. It’s been far too long since I’ve had my woman and now that she’s agreed to be everything to me that I am to her, I don’t want to waste another second. Time to consummate this relationship.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as Cutter drags his expert tongue between my lips and up to my clit, circling slowly and applying the perfect amount of pressure. Between his mouth and his hot breath, I’m ready to explode around him.

Fuck, it’s been way too long. I’ve not been celibate since having Bethany—I’ve given myself a few orgasms since, and maybe bought a vibrator just to keep my vagina in good working order—but I guess I might as well have been. I tried doing a one-night stand soon after she was born, but because of how my heart felt about Cutter, it wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t even think about it. All I wanted was Cutter. After that, I swore off all men until I could find one who was just as good to me as Cutter always was. I thought for a while I could make myself feel for Colton, but it never progressed past a good friendship, even though he wanted more. Now that Cutter’s back and I’m in his bed at the mercy of his miraculous mouth, I can see why nothing else ever worked.

Because…Cutter.

“Get there,” he demands, mumbling around my pussy.

“Oh, I’m fucking there. Don’t you dare stop.” I should have remembered that if I issued any kind of directive to him, he’d do the exact opposite, and this time’s no different.

“What? Stop like this?”

“If you don’t put your face back in my pussy and get me off, I’m going to squeeze your head off with my thighs,” I yell, willing the muscles in my thighs to cooperate instead of staying splayed wide. It doesn’t help that Cutter’s hands are holding me open.

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry.” He chuckles and gets back to work. As soon as he comes down onto my clit again, I implode. Rainbows shoot out of my ears, a choir of angels begins singing, volcanoes erupt, Olivia Pope fixes a problem, Jacob says fuck the world and imprints on Bella, and world peace is achieved. To say this is the greatest orgasm of my life is a complete understatement. I’m pretty sure Santa delivered Christmas early, too. It’s that fucking good.

“If you don’t quiet down, someone’s gonna call the cops,” Cutter jokes, and I slap my hand over my mouth.

“Oh my God, was I that loud?” He nods and I grab a pillow to pull over my face. I knew the orgasm was spectacular, but I didn’t realize I was waking up the neighborhood.

“If you weren’t so good at that, we wouldn’t be having this problem, now would we?”

“Are you for real blaming me?”

“I am. Yes. Seems plausible. This is all your fault, Cutter.”

“Fine, I won’t do it that good anymore.”

Sitting up straight, I grab his shoulders and look him square in the eyes. “Don’t ever say that dumb shit ever again. You just need to learn how to muffle me or something. Ya know what…fuck it. If the cops come, I’ll just answer the door naked and tell them how great you are at eating pussy. They’ll either forgive it or arrest you for making me come so hard. Either way, I win.”

“You’re gonna answer the door naked and let some other dudes see what belongs to me?” Cutter growls, crawling up my body and positioning himself on top of me. “You gonna let them see your body all soft and flushed?” Cutter’s cock aligns perfectly against my core and in one fell swoop, he buries himself to the hilt.

“No,” I moan. “Hell no. This is all yours.”

“You’re fucking right it is,” he groans, pulling his hips back and slamming forward. My legs wrap around his back for leverage as I lift my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust. Each time his skin rubs furiously against my already sensitive clit, inciting another orgasm that quickly washes over me when I wasn’t expecting it.

“That’s right. Give ’em to me. Another,” he demands, and again, I shoot off like a rocket, my insides feeling overused already. I’ve heard of girls getting “dick drunk” though I, personally, had never experienced it, but now, after each orgasm, my body becomes more and more lax until I can’t even hold my own legs up. Thankfully, Cutter takes it upon himself to hoist one over his shoulder and go to town.

By the time he finishes, I’ve achieved more orgasms than I can count, my eyes can’t stay open, and I can’t move to wash up. Cutter, ever the gentleman, brings back a washcloth and soothingly runs the damp cloth over my sensitive flesh and pulls a sheet over my naked body, then curls his body around mine.

The last thing I remember before passing out for the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years is him whispering how much he loves me and how he can’t wait for me to have his last name.

Then I have the best dreams. Mostly of Cutter and me raising Bethany in a loving home, with great sex on the regular and the most perfect husband any woman could ask for. But my dreams aren’t just dreams—they’re my reality. I’m a blessed woman.

Sunday morning Cutter and I go together to pick up Bethany from the sitter. For the next few hours, she explains to us all about the animals of the jungle, complete with noises and impressions. Cutter brings over the last of his things to the house, and together we drop the extra key off with Garrett, explaining that Cutter now lives with me and Bethany.

Bethany is incredibly excited when we tell her that her daddy is moving in. Somehow, that little girl knew before either of us that we were going to be a family and that Cutter and I would get married, giving her officially the family she more than deserves.

Monday, however, I didn’t expect to be woken up by Cutter dragging the blankets off my naked and sated body. “What the hell? I don’t have to work today. I want sleep. I need sleep. Let me sleep,” I beg, but he refuses to give in.

“It’s Monday,” he tells me and I can only roll my eyes.

“Yes. I’m happy you now have a calendar. Now let me sleep. No work for me, no work for you, no school for Bethany. Why are you being a douche?” I try to grab the covers, but he’s too quick for me. All I know is his energy level is all the way at full blast and mine is barely at “alive.” He’s going to have to bring it down until he gives me some coffee or a shot of adrenaline. Something.

“Josette,” he says flatly. “It’s Monday. Wedding Day Monday.”

That catches my attention, and I open my eyes wide and stare at him as if he’s lost his damn mind. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“As a heart attack. Now get your sexy ass out of bed,” he excitedly says, slapping at my butt. “And get ready. I’ll meet you at the courthouse in two hours.”

“Two hours!” I squeal. “There’s no way I can be ready to get married in two hours. I need like two months.”

“No time for that. Be there or be square.” With that final statement, he walks out of the bedroom and I hear the front door shut a few moments later.

Flying out of bed, first I go to Bethany’s room to find her playing with her dolls on the floor. “Morning, Bethy-girl,” I say before making a pit stop in the bathroom.

“Hi, Mommy-girl. Daddy says today’s wedding day. And I get to be his best man even though I’m a girl.”

“That’s precious,” I mutter, jealous because I was going to ask her to be my maid of honor. There’s no other female in this world that I’d want to stand by my side on the second most important day of my life, next to the day I became a mom.

“And I get to be a ring bear, too. Can you help me find my bear hat from winter?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Ring bearer, baby girl. Not bear,” I correct, and she steps into the bathroom with a distraught face.

“But I wanted to be a bear. Daddy said bear. I want to be the bear. Please can I be the bear, Mommy?”

“Anything you want. Let’s find that hat,” I concede, knowing damn well I don’t have the time to further explain or argue with a nearly three-year-old who’s dead set on being a bear at my wedding. The hat is in the bin in the hall closet and I hand it to her, then direct her to pick her prettiest dress and put it on.

Luckily for me, I washed my hair last night, so after quickly running the flat iron through it, my locks are as good as they’re gonna get. Now all I have to worry about is makeup and what to wear.

“Oh my gosh, I have nothing to wear!” I scream, scanning my closet, noting everything I own is either black or some other dark shade. Absolutely nothing white. Not even a pair of white underwear.

Just then, a knock on the door drags me from my misery. Rushing to see who’s on the other side, I turn the handle and pull open the door to find Rian standing in front of me holding a hanger. And on the hanger is a white, lacy strapless dress that screams my name.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I cry, ushering her through the door and taking the dress from her hand. “I’ll be ready in just a minute. Think you can do my makeup for me?”

“That’s what mothers of the groom are for.” I suddenly feel a pang of guilt. Even though it’s been more than a decade since I spoke to my own mother, I never realized how sad I’d be on my wedding day not having her by my side. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. “And mothers of the bride, too. I’m everyone’s mom today.”

“I love you, Rian. Do you think Garrett would walk me down the aisle?”

“He already plans on it, sweetie. You have nothing to worry about other than getting into this dress and putting some makeup on your face. Everything else is taken care of.”

“I have the best man in the world,” I say wistfully, walking to the bedroom.

“Well, I beg to differ, but we can agree to disagree on this one. Cutter’s a special kid. Always has been. I’m so proud you guys got your shit together. My only concern…I’m barely thirty-five. How the hell am I going to be a grandma?”

“You’re the hottest grandma I’ve ever seen. Just go with it.”

“I knew I liked you.” She laughs and helps me put on my makeup and gets me out the door in time to meet Cutter at the courthouse before my time limit’s up.

The ceremony was short and sweet. Perfect for Cutter and me. No frills and no time for bridezilla. There’s not a single thing I’d change about our wedding day.

The reception is even more our style. Garrett and Rian went ahead and took the liberty of hooking their house up, complete with decorations, a cake, and some catered food. They even invited some of our friends from the gym and my old school friends. It’s absolutely perfect.

Instead of a DJ, Garrett made a special playlist that he hooked to the dock and played loudly throughout the backyard, which is decorated with clear twinkle lights. Bethany and Gregory are playing on the swing set, Garrett and Rian cozy up to each other in the corner, and Cutter and I are ready to cut it up on the dance floor.

Cutter even chose our wedding song. Well, it was a song he dedicated to me and it’s what we’re listening to during our first dance. The beautiful voice of Jessie J singing “Flashlight” plays in the background while Cutter slowly twirls me around the patio dance floor. Garrett and Rian even join us, along with the kids, who try to mimic our movements.

“Do you know how much I love you, Mrs. Greer?” Cutter asks.

“I do. Do you know how much I love you, husband?”

“I think I do. Did you love today? I know it wasn’t a dream wedding or anything, but it was the best I could do on forty-eight hours’ notice.”

“I wouldn’t change anything. You even remembered banana cake was my favorite. How’d you get a cake done so quick?”

“I made it myself,” he says proudly. “Rian can’t cook for shit, but she can bake like a son of a bitch. After you fell asleep last night, I sneaked over here and we made it for you. Who would have known that Rian had a few tricks up her sleeve? I guess casseroles and breakfast foods and spaghetti aren’t her only specialties.”

“They don’t make ’em like they used to, ladies and gentlemen,” I tease, and kiss Cutter on the corner of his mouth.

“That goes both ways, baby.” Glancing over my shoulder to check on Bethany and Greg, I see them playing in the dirt, getting their good clothes all dirty and not having a single care in the world. I love it.

“What are we gonna do with these two when they grow up and realize they’re the opposite sex?” I joke, and Cutter’s face goes slack.

“I’m going to lock Bethany away until she’s thirty, then I’ll think about letting her out.”

“Don’t be silly. They’ll be best friends. I kind of wanted her to be a boy so if I ever had another kid, hopefully a girl, she’d have a big brother. But Bethany’s gonna have someone older to protect her. I think it’s perfect.”

“Yeah, perfect,” he grunts. “Until Gregory grows up and sees how stunning our daughter is. Then I might have to kill him.”

“You can’t kill him,” I gasp.

“There’s not a whole lot I wouldn’t do for that little girl,” he responds in all seriousness.

“You calm down and we can cross that bridge when we have to. If we have to.”

Cutter dips me as the song comes to a close and when he brings me back up, he gives me the sweetest kiss. Now all I can think about is getting out of here and going back to our home. Garrett and Rian agreed to keep Bethany for the night, if in exchange we’d keep Gregory when Rian goes into labor. It was an easy deal. I need this night with my husband. No better way to spend your wedding night than a sweaty mess.

“You about ready to get out of here?” I whisper in a husky voice, drawing Cutter out of his plotting the death of a six-year-old in another decade or so.

“Born ready.” Picking me up bride-style, Cutter carries me toward the gate, with me waving for the both of us.

Here’s to a night full of magic and happily-ever-afters.