I fix the two of us a piece of my cherry cheese pie. Cutter carries our dessert and I grab a blanket from the hall closet, as I lead Cutter onto the front porch to eat on the swing with me. It is gorgeous outside, but the air is so cold. We snuggle up under the blanket together and enjoy our sweet treat.
Cutter takes his spoon and smears cheese pie across my nose.
“Oh, you are going to get it,” I warn him.
He grabs my wrist to stop me from retaliating, sending both of our plates to the floor of the porch. Thank goodness, I opted for paper plates and not Gram’s good china.
“What am I going to get exactly?” he laughs capping my nose with his mouth and licking the pie from my face.
I pull back from him, “Oh, that is for me to know and you to find out.” I snuggle back up to him and under the blanket. I lay my head against his right shoulder. He turns to the side a bit so that I am now lying across him.
Cutter bends his head down meeting my eager lips with the most delicious of kisses. He tastes of cherries and desire.
I lay here so long enjoying his lips pressed to mine that I forget we are on Gram’s porch, where anyone could pass by at any minute and see us fully engaged in an intense make out session. It also fails to register where we are as he slides his smooth hand into the waist of my skirt. “Touch me, Cutter,” I whisper into his mouth.
He doesn’t hesitate running his fingers over my pulsing clit. I am still riled up from the way he was burning my skin with his stubble earlier today. One finger in slides then another. He curls his fingers back in a come here motion, repeatedly as he kisses me senseless. I am so turned on and on the cusp of release. I buck my hips pushing his fingers deeper inside of me.
“I could lay you down now and lick you all over, just think of my finger as my tongue. Do you know how hard it is for me not to just throw you down right here on the porch and fuck you senseless? You are driving me crazy, Bella.”
I grind into his hand harder. “Oh, Cutter, what is stopping you, I want you in me right here right now.” I unbutton his pants freeing his thick cock.
“You are quite the exhibitionist, today aren’t you? Fuck, you’re wild,” He growls in my ear as I sit on his lap. He pushes my skirt up onto my hips and parts my panties to the side, giving him perfect access to my swollen folds. He gently rocks our bodies with the swing as I sink down on him.
The creaking sounds it was making should have been a sign that the swing was too old to handle our movements. Right when Cutter is coming inside of me the swing decides to come too, off the hinges that is.
We land on the floor of the porch with a thud. Cutter’s dick bends slightly inside me and not in a good way. I hope it isn’t broken but is possibly permanently bent now. I can see the pain etched on his face.
We scramble to separate and right ourselves as we hear my Gram coming down the stairs inside the house. There is no doubt that our escapade woke her from her nap.
I have the blanket folded and slipped through the window of the sitting room and behind the couch by the time Gram comes out the front door.
“What on earth are you two up to out here? Bella, wipe that grin from your face. You look the cat who ate the goldfish.” She then looks past me and a grinning Cutter to see her broken porch swing. “You know what…I don’t even want to know. Damn horny teenagers,” she mumbles to herself. “Bella, get in the house it is too cold out here, you are going to get sick. And as for you, Cutter, I expect to see you here tomorrow bright and early to fix my swing. There are tools and some lumber in the shed out back.”
Once Gram is back inside, Cutter and I both burst out laughing. He gives me a small kiss and I tell him I will text him once the coast is clear.
I go inside to find Gram waiting for me.
“I hope the two of you are being safe, Bella. And what if my neighbors seen whatever it was the two of you were doing?” Her face is full of disappointment. I almost feel bad, almost.
“Gram, I don’t know what you are talking about, but just to ease your weary mind, I am on the pill. You have nothing to worry about.”
I go into my bathroom and sneak a cigarette. I turn the fan on and crack my window. Gram would tan my hide if she caught me smoking in her house. I decide I am in need of a bath after all of today’s excitement.
I love the bathtub I have at my Gram’s. It is an old clawfoot tub. It is white with silver feet. It is one of the things I miss the most about living here.
My bubble bath is running, and I am going through my old dresser looking for something to sleep in. There is a light tap on my window.
Cutter is standing outside of my window, he looks beautiful, and yes, I called him beautiful, because he is. It is twilight and the glow of the moon against his face is breathtaking. I open the window slightly and whisper to him, “What are you doing here? I told you I would text you later, not that I am complaining you are here.”
“I couldn’t stay away.” He pushes my window open further and climbs inside of my old bedroom.
“Well, I am getting in the tub, you can join me or not. I hope your dick is okay,” I don’t wait for him to answer. I strip as I am walking to the bathroom that is attached to my room. I feel no need to hide my scars from him. He knows all my ugly truths—inside and out.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He lets out a whistle of appreciation at my naked form as he begins to undress himself as well.
I can fully see him and all his scars too. The lighting in my room leaves nothing to the imagination. There are light scars where he has cut himself matching the ones I put on my own arms weeks before.
I shut off the water and Cutter gets in first. I get in on the opposite side, I lay my head against the back of the tub and close my eyes while enjoying the silence between us. Cutter takes the loofa from the small shelf that hangs over the side of the tub and squirts some body wash into its center.
Picking up one of my legs he washes it, repeating the motion with the other. I turn so that my back is now against him and he gently rubs the soap over each of my breasts. We take washing one another and enjoying the silence that stretches between us.
Today has been perfect.
I sag back into his chest and lie in his arms until the water turns cold.
I grab us both a towel and start to dry off. As Cutter is getting out of the tub, I hear Gram knocking on my door. Thank goodness, I had the sense to lock it earlier. “Just a moment,” I call out to her.
I whisper to Cutter for him to stay in the bathroom. If Gram catches him naked in my room, she may use that rifle on both of us.
Hurriedly I kick his clothes under my bed, before open the door to my bedroom and block Gram from entering.
“Here. This thing keeps buzzing and it is driving me nuts.” Gram takes my cell phone from the pocket of her apron and places it in my hand. “Are you alright? You seem out of breath. Your face is flushed.”
“Never better, I just ran my water too hot for my bath. I scalded my backside getting into the tub.”
“You are a strange one, Bella Rose. Beautiful, but strange. Be sure to put some lotion on your rear.”
“Yes, ma’am, good night.” I shut my door and lock it to be greeted by Cutter and his firmness pressing against my backside.
He takes some lotion from my dresser and starts rubbing it on my back. He orders me to lie on the bed, so he can give me a massage. While he rubs my back, I check my phone to see what was causing it to go off so much that it annoyed Gram.
I have a few missed calls and a text from Brianna.
Brianna: Hurley finally made it official and asked me to be his girl. Eek! I have a boyfriend. Call me, bitch.
I send her a text back telling her I am so excited for her, but I am tired. I can’t wait to hear all about her excitement tomorrow.
I end up falling asleep in my towel as Cutter works his way down to my calves.
I awaken the next morning to the smell of bacon and the sound of a hammer. I look around my room feeling slightly disoriented. There is a note stuck to the mirror of the bathroom.
Good morning gorgeous. I will see you when you wake up. I have a swing to hang.
Cutter
I throw on an old sweatshirt and a pair of holey jeans that I forgot I still had here and make my way to Gram in the kitchen.
“That boy is an early riser. There aren’t many who can get the jump on me.”
I just smile and nod, taking the cup of coffee she is holding out to me. She has cooked a feast this morning. I take in the spread she has laid out on the counter. The woman has made pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, biscuits and gravy.
“You expecting an army for breakfast, Gram?” I pull my wavy hair into a messy knot on top of my head.
“No, no. I just figured you and Mr. Fix it might be hungry after doing whatever it was the two of you were up to last night. Don’t think my old ears couldn’t hear you. And you forgot to hide his shoes when I brought you your phone.” She laughs and takes a bite from a strip of bacon.
I feel slightly humiliated and I can’t believe my Gram is being so cool about it all.
“I was young once too ya know. It is nice to have some love bouncing around the walls of this quiet old house. Now go tell that young stallion breakfast is ready. I am going to hit the black Friday sales at the mall in Lawrence.”
My cheeks are flaming as Gram takes her purse from the hook by the back door and grabs her keys. “Lock the house up if you leave before I get back.”
I slice open a biscuit and spread mustard on it before I place a slice of sausage between the two halves.
Watching Cutter trying to hang the swing by himself is comical. I can hear him cursing the swing under his breath. But there is nothing funny about the way his muscles flex and bulge through his sweat dampened t-shirt. It is clinging to his skin in all the right places. “Hey, Mr. Fix It, breakfast is ready.”
He picks up his tools and puts them to the side of the porch. “I am hungry, but first you are going to help me hang this swing that you destroyed.”
My brows kink up. “That I destroyed? I seem to recall that there were two of us enjoying ourselves out here yesterday. Oh, wait, I’m sorry that must have been that handsome handyman my Gram hired.”
“Cute, real cute, Bella.”
I have to stand on a stepladder to attach the chains to the hooks that are screwed into the beams running along the roof of the porch. It only takes us a few minutes.
Cutter replaced the slats that couldn’t be saved, and it looks good as new.
We put the tools and extra lumber back in Gram’s shed before heading into the house, so Cutter can have some breakfast.
I pack some leftovers to take home with me from yesterday’s dinner and this morning’s breakfast. If our meals were left up to Cutter, we would live off the diner food and canned spaghetti.