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what’d happened and I wasn’t giving up until I knew all of those things and then some and had taken it out on every last motherfucker who’d had a hand in her disappearance.
    God damn it , I had been stupid back there. I picked up my pace, the sand soft beneath my feet… Fuck! I’d forgotten my favorite heels, just fucking perfect.
     

 
    Chapter 6
    Cutter
     

    “What did I say?” I called to Hope’s retreating back but she was striding away like a fire had been lit under her shapely ass. I blinked and shook my head, marveling. That was not the reaction I typically got from women when I turned on the charm. I replayed what I’d said in my head over and over again.
    “Not every man out here is out to dick you over, Sweetheart. I’m not out to dick you over… sometimes you just gotta have a little faith…”
    I didn’t get it. Something about it had her reeling back like I’d backhanded her straight in the mouth.
    I couldn’t help but smile, her mouth had been red, lips swollen from my kiss, from my teeth sinking gently into that lush bottom lip of hers. She’d tasted like candy and damn did I want more of that. I reached into my shorts and stroked my erection. What? It wasn’t like there was anyone out here to watch me and if they were, fuck, that made them the pervert not me. I wrapped my hand around the neck of the wine bottle and drank straight from it.
    I really wanted to know what had set her off but there wasn’t any way to find out tonight. I went to head below decks and tripped. Hope’s fancy strappy sandal heels. I smiled. Well at least I had an excuse to see her again. I wondered vaguely if she was going to come back for them. I brought them down below with me, just in case it decided to rain, and dropped them in front of the couch.
    With a heavy sigh I finished off the wine and tossed the empty bottle in the recycling under the galley’s small sink. With a stretch I trudged to the bow and dropped my shorts. I hung my cut on the hook inside the door and crawled up into bed. I lay on my back, hands under my head, haunted by calculating deep brown eyes and Hope’s lovely smile, when she gave it. The feel of her lips on mine, tongues touching; her fingertips on my face… Aw fuck.
    I took my cock in hand and started jerking it. There wasn’t any way sleep was gonna happen until I did something about it. The girl was phenomenal, there was no denying that. She had looks but didn’t rely on them and I liked that about her. She had brains under that beauty and it’d been a long damned time since fireworks had gone off with a kiss but man, she could kiss.
    I was a steel rod in my fist and I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes and fantasized about her. About those long toned legs around my hips. I wanted to fuck little Miss Hope against the nearest wall. Drive into her until she came around my cock and spilled all of her secrets and told me her story. Just the thought of her head tipped back, the long line of her lovely throat bared to me as feral sounds poured from it… Jesus. I came in record time. Fuck I wanted to know what she had going on.
    I lay panting, staring at the ceiling of my bunk, listening to the water lap against the hull, listening to my breathing slow, and the blood rush in my ears and didn’t feel a damned bit better for the orgasm I’d just had.
    “Fuck,” I muttered into the dark. How did I let this bitch under my skin? Better question was, how was I going to play this? Keep my club safe and get the girl. I wasn’t looking to fall in love or nothing. Last time I’d pulled that shit had ended in disaster for me. I turned my head and looked at the photo of Li’l Bit. Her green eyes vacant and distant, deep lines of sorrow etched into her face as she stared off into space. Fucking tragic and beautiful at the same time. The kind of image that reaches into your chest and squeezes your heart. I felt a pang of wistful regret and with a sigh got up to clean myself up before