Indebted To A King

by Lisa Lang Blakeney

  Thirty

  sloan

  "Your place or mine?"

  "Yours. I haven't been in my house in days, and it probably stinks to high heaven. I think I left old food in the kitchen trashcan."

  "Mine it is."

  When we arrive in front of Cutter's door, Kyle peeks his head out of his apartment.

  "You brought our girl back?"

  Cutter nods. "Yep."

  "Sweet. I guess I'll see you when you come up for air then?" he says to me.

  "Okay," I say a little surprised by their friendly exchange with each other. "We'll catch up tomorrow."

  "I'll get the brie and crackers, you bring the prosecco."

  "Deal."

  "When did you two become so chummy?" I ask Cutter after Kyle shuts his door.

  "I went around and met all of the tenants. I had to get a detailed list of repairs for Pete to start working on. We talked for a few. He's not so bad."

  After we walk inside of the apartment, Cutter shuts the door with his foot and his hands immediately begin ripping off his clothes.

  "I'm jumping in the shower," he announces grumpily.

  "Um, okay."

  I'm a little disappointed. I thought he was ripping off his clothes, and then he was going to rip off mine. I guess there's plenty of time for that though. It's not like I was off to war. It's only been a few days.

  "Maybe I should grab a couple of things from my place?"

  "I washed all the clothes you left over here. You don't need to go over there if you don't feel like it."

  "It's literally ten steps away. I'll be right back."

  "Okay. Take my key to let yourself back in."

  My apartment ends up not being as bad as I thought it'd be. In fact it looks a little cleaner than I remembered. The trash is empty with a fresh liner in the can. My floors look swept. My mail is neatly stacked on my counter. My bed is made. Clothes that I'm sure were on the floor have been folded neatly at the end of it. There could only be one person who would break into my apartment and leave it better than when they entered. This man is so good to me.

  "Did you go into my apartment while I was gone?" I ask when I return.

  "Maybe."

  Cutter walks out of the bathroom looking like one of those hot Instagram models. The ones who flash their abs, and their tats, holding a cute dog or cooking half naked in the kitchen. The only thing he's wearing are a pair of loose, navy blue sweats. No shirt. No shoes. I can still see a few water droplets on his back, and it's taking every ounce of self-control I have not to go lick them off.

  "Either you did or you didn't."

  "I did if you think it looks wonderful, and I didn't if you're mad I went in without your permission."

  "Then you did. Thank you. I appreciate you taking care of it while I was . . . getting my head together."

  "No thanks necessary. I needed something to keep myself busy anyway since someone wanted to take herself off the grid for a while."

  I notice a new piece of furniture in the living room.

  "When did you get this love seat thingy?"

  I don't like it.

  "Two days ago. It was sitting in the basement of the carriage house, so I brought it over."

  "It's too small for you just like everything else in here."

  "Yeah, well, shopping for furniture isn't my thing. I'll figure it out later."

  He goes to the kitchen sink and starts rinsing a couple of dishes.

  "So . . . uh I guess I'll take a shower. It was a little sweaty in Lotus."

  "Okay, I'll pick out a movie."

  What in the ham sandwich is going on with him? We were all hot and heavy at the club, and now that we're home he's cooled off considerably. Did he change his mind about me between there and here? Is he angry that I'm going to hang out with Kyle tomorrow?

  When I finish my shower, one of my favorite comedies, Bridesmaids, is cued up and there is an assortment of salty snacks on the two little TV tables he has set up.

  "Great," I say hopping up on the love seat next to him. Deciding I’ll just make the best of the night. "I love this movie."

  "Yeah, it's a funny one."

  "So what did you decide about your brother?"

  "Which one?"

  "Actually, both."

  "I went to talk to Camden when I was looking for you. I think we understand each other better now. My expectations of him have always been super high, because he's my older brother and he's always put me first. But now that he and Jade are together, I have to understand that sometimes she'll come first."

  "True but you had some fair complaints."

  "I did but he admitted that he was wrong, and that's all I really needed. Awareness. Respect. We're considering having me manage the secondary businesses myself, and he and Roman focus on the fixes. Me and Benny would only have to come in when needed."

  I roll my eyes.

  Him and his gun.

  "And what about Stone?"

  "We're going to look for him together.”

  "The information you got didn't tell you the name of the prison where he’s being held?”

  "Yeah but he's out."

  "Well I think that's a good idea you going to look for him.”

  "Not sure what we'll find when we find him, but willing to try."

  I lean back on the end of the couch, and Cutter pulls my legs up on his lap and starts to give me a foot massage. He has the oddest, almost constipated look on his face and after watching the first fifteen minutes of the movie in silence, I've had enough.

  "What's wrong, Cutter? Are you nervous about meeting Stone?"

  "No."

  "Are you mad that I made plans with Kyle? I thought you liked him."

  "I said he was okay, not that I liked him."

  "So you're mad?"

  "No, Sloan. I'm fine if you want to hang out with him. He's your friend."

  "Then what is it? We haven't seen each other in days, you were all over me in the club, and now you're giving me foot rubs while we watch movies with a scowl on your face. What's up."

  He stops rubbing my feet and looks me in the eyes.

  "Do you believe in love, Sloan?"

  "I think we've had this conversation before."

  "Is the answer the same?"

  "No." I swing my legs down off of his lap and climb over to straddle his lap. "No, my answer is not the same."

  "So what's changed in a matter of days?"

  "Everything's changed. A man that I'm crazy about did everything within his power to make me happy. You got my crappy job back, which I'm not going back to by the way. You performed a miracle by not only talking to Dawn but impressing her, and if you think I don't know that Damien was heavily persuaded to dump Dawn, you're delusional. He would have stayed with her just to get under my skin for the next ten years if he could have.

  “I know you're behind it. I don't know what you did, and I don't need to know. What's important is that I realize that you did it for me. So I'm thinking that you might have done of all of that because you either have too much time on your hands or what's more likely– you're falling for me."

  I start to run my fingers across his chest. Tracing one of his intricate warrior tats. It's one of my favorites. He grabs my right hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. One of his favorite spots on me.

  "I can't think when you touch me like this. We're having a serious conversation. Something I don't do often. So pay attention."

  "I'm sorry," I say in a cutesy voice. "What else did you want to say."

  "I'm saying that the plan was to fuck the fantasy of you out of my head and go back to my old life of titty bars and one-night stands."

  "Yuck, that sounds like a crappy plan. I don't like that plan," I say as I start to kiss his chest lightly. Ignoring his requests to "pay attention."

  "Obviously it didn't work. It completely backfired. I was fooling myself. I only wanted more of you after we slept together, and I want even more now.”

  "You could tr
y again."

  "Try what?"

  I start to feel him stiffly poking through his pants.

  "Try fucking the fantasy of me out of you. We could keep trying until it sticks," I tease as I start to gyrate on his lap like a stripper.

  He places his hands on my hips to still them.

  "You're not playing fair."

  "I play to win, your majesty."

  "Our relationship is not just about sex anymore. You know that, right?"

  "Is that what's wrong with you? You don't think we're on the same page? We are, my sensitive little caveman. It was never just about sex between us. I was just too stubborn to see it."

  I push myself off of his lap, stand up, and push my sweats down to the floor. Stepping out of them one by one. Then I pull my sweatshirt over my head and toss that aside as well.

  A smile finally spreads across my brooding Viking's face.

  "Purple underwear?"

  "Do you like them?“

  "I do."

  My new favorite thing (Cutter's dick) angrily bounces up and down as he frees himself of his sweats and boxers. Sometimes I wonder how that thing fits inside of me. Yet it always seems to work out.

  "Grab the condom off of the counter over there, and come sit back down on your king," Cutter orders as he hungrily licks the corner of his lip. "And keep the panties on."

  "Well how's that going to work?"

  After Cutter rolls the condom on, I spread and straddle my legs across his lap. He slides the crotch of my panties to the side and pulls on the back of them so that they ride up the crack of my ass.

  "Sit. Down."

  He holds on the back of my panties like the reins of a saddle. Guiding me farther and farther down his cock. Until I'm so deeply seated that I'm perfectly full.

  "Now move," he orders by my ear. Holding his makeshift "reins" with one hand and wrapping the other around my throat.

  I start lowering my hips down on his cock, taking light gasps as my body becomes once again accustomed to his girth. I missed this so much. This is how it always should be. I start to pick up momentum, bouncing and winding my hips, as he meets me stroke for stroke. The sensation of the fabric between my butt cheeks, his hand around my throat, and the feeling of him inside of me are quickly building a tightness in my core that's building and building.

  My eyes close shut from the pure pleasure.

  "Look at me," he demands gruffly.

  I pop my eyes back open.

  ”I am," I whimper.

  "I love you, princess. You belong to me now."

  He pulls the reins tighter.

  Fuck.

  I can't even say it back. I can't say shit. I fall forward. My hands holding onto the top of his head as I continue to wind and bounce. I feel like there's a runaway train inside of me. It's almost like an out of body experience. I'm coming and it’s going to be hard.

  "That's my girl," he growls in my ear. "Work that pussy for your king."

  His dirty words push me over the edge.

  And I claw at his entire head while I free fall in orgasmic bliss.

  After he thrusts up a couple of more times inside of me, he finds his own release, spewing a few intelligible profanities. I love that I can make him feel as out of control as he makes me.

  As we hold onto each other, breathing heavily, we both start laughing.

  "I think we might end up killing each other before this is over," I say panting.

  "And what a sweet death it would be."

  He kisses me softly against my neck.

  "I love you too, Cutter."

  "Good that would have been real embarrassing if you didn't say it back."

  I laugh again.

  "Did I tell you that I'm going to be an interior decorator?"

  "No, baby, I was too busy fucking your brains out."

  "Well I am, and after Bitsy's nursery, my next project is going to be this apartment."

  "How much is that going to cost me?"

  "I don't know if I should charge you. I mean I do owe you a huge debt for fixing my life, don't I?

  "No, princess."

  He wraps his hands around one of my breasts and slides the other in my hair at the base of my neck.

  "I'm happy to say that your debt is paid in full."

  **THE END**

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  Thank you so much for reading Indebted To A King. Even though I’m really starting to fall in love with these brothers, Cutter gave me a run for my money. It took me a while to get him to “talk” to me in my head. Thankfully he finally did, and I really got a kick out of him. I hope you did too. He’s a little freaky:)

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