Book 1- Cutter’s Hope

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Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

-Joseph Addison

Hope’s lost her younger sister, but she hasn’t lost her namesake. It’s been almost two years since Faith vanished, but Hope hasn’t given up the search. She’ll either find her sister or some answers.

Cutter had given up on finding a woman when Hope sauntered right into his bar. With her straight talk, toned figure and military training, she can disarm a man in more ways than one. But the mission she’s on will shake up Cutter’s world. Can Cutter keep his club out of trouble and help the siren in his bar on her mission?

One can only hope…


I closed my eyes and listened to him take off his shirt and drop it to the floor. The warm cotton of the tee coming to rest against my left ankle and on top of my foot. He stepped into me. Close. So close. His body heat warming my back though he wasn’t touching me quite yet.

“Rough bother you?”

I smiled, “No.”

He caressed my hips, his thumbs digging into my lower back, kneading, massaging for a moment before he pulled me back against his chest.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and I obediently tipped my head back while he palmed one of my non-existent breasts and claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was hot and fierce and the press of his erection into my ass left me breathless with wanting. He pinched my nipple and I gasped into his mouth, his tongue plunging further into mine as he worked the button and zip on the front of my shorts, shoving them down in front, his fingers grazing my bare sex. God that felt good.

He growled into my mouth when he found my pussy wet and ready for him. Not like I could help it. Alpha males like him, strong enough to subdue me, smart enough to out maneuver me, they were rare and hard to come by, and I had been attracted to Cutter from the get go.

His hands left me and I whimpered in protest which soon turned into a moan of want and need when I heard his zipper go and his shorts drop to the floor. His hands returned and smoothed up my back, around my ribs, over my stomach and chest as he felt me up. God he had nice hands. Big and strong, long fingered and calloused. One palmed the outside of my hip while the other gripped the back of my neck.

“Take down your hair, Sweetheart,” and his voice was as sultry as the deepening night around us. I took it down and let it envelop the hand at the back of my neck. His fingers disappeared into it and he gripped the back of my hair in a hold designed for control with just the barest edge of pain. I gasped and he urged me up to the top step.

“You on the pill?” he demanded.

“Tubal ligation.”

He didn’t even pause, he stepped up behind me and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you bareback,” he declared, but paused, letting me have my say.

“You only live once,” I said, my pussy clenching with want and need. God I wanted skin on skin with this man.

“What are you waiting for, Cutter?” I demanded and I swear I could hear the grin before he kicked my feet apart and slammed me face down into the soft mattress. I gasped and he shoved into me, hard.

I cried out as he filled me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but he didn’t stop or slow down and I really fucking liked that about him.

“Harder!” I cried and his hand tightened in my hair, his arm pressed down on my back and his hand rose from my hip. His palm crashed down onto my right ass cheek and I yowled in pleasure, my sopping cunt pressing down around his invading cock.

“I’m going to give it to you the way I want to give it to you, you lost your fucking say the second you pointed that gun in my face.”


Text Copyright © 2016 A.J. Downey

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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