Free Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc by Alexa Rynn

risking hurting
her even more than I already had. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    She shook her
head. “You didn’t hurt me, you healed me.” She leaned her forehead against
mine. “And you saved me, in every way possible.” She inhaled dreamily. “I love
you, Cutter, so much.”
    “I love you, too,”
I told her, meaning it.
    She kissed me and
then turned over, closing her eyes.
    I wondered if that
feeling would ever get old…
    The feeling of
someone telling you they loved you.
    I doubted it.

 
    Chapter Six
    GRACE

 
    “And I didn’t know
which set of pajamas you would like best, so I brought four different ones,”
Heather told me, holding up a pile of clothes. “I also stopped at your mom's
house and Alexis helped me make a list of some of your favorite foods. I picked
up a few of them and her and your mom are going to stop and get the rest on
their way over here, later on, tonight.”
    “Wow,” I told
Heather, shocked. “You really didn’t have to do all this.”
    She came around to
the other side of the bed and started fluffing my pillows. “Oh, it was nothing
really.” She glanced at the bed I was in and frowned. “This bed is broken! What
is wrong with the medical system these days? Their job is to take care of
people and they can’t even give you a bed that’s in one piece.” She leaned
down. “What is that under the leg? A board game or something? They’re using a
board game to even it out because they’re too cheap to fix it. Unbelievable.”
She sounded really pissed; like it was her job to make
sure every hospital in the United States had beds that were in one piece.
    I looked away
before she could notice my face turning a different shade. The bed was only
broke because of all the nasty things Cutter and I had done on top of it the
night before. The thought of his tongue all over my body and his huge cock
inside of me while I moaned flashed into my mind.
    Shit.
    He really did have
control over me completely.
    It was kind of
strange how much I enjoyed it.
    “Jeez,” Krusher
said from the other side of the room where he was flipping through the channels
on the T.V. hanging in the corner of the room, looking for something that
interested him. “Are you sure you’re not the one dating her, Heather?”
    “Remind me why you
just had to come again,” Blaze said, throwing down the motorcycle magazine he
had been flipping through seconds earlier that Heather brought him up from the
gift shop.
    A gesture that
didn’t go unnoticed by me. Or by Krusher, apparently, who started to pitch a
fit about how Heather hadn’t brought him anything and what was he supposed to
read? Because Blaze was selfish and wasn’t going to share with him.
    The only person
who didn’t seem to notice anything when it came to Blaze and Heather was
Cutter.
    “Hey,” Krusher
pointed out. “I brought the flowers.”
    “You didn’t buy
them, you stole them from the gift shop downstairs!” Heather told him, rolling
her eyes, and still looking at the broken leg of the bed I was sitting up in.
    “It’s the thought
that counts,” Krusher said, shooting her a nasty look.
    “Why are you
here?” I asked him, trying to distract Heather from looking into the broken leg
too much. “I mean,” I added when I saw the look on his face. “Not that I don’t
appreciate it, it’s really nice of you, I would just hate for you to take time
out of your busy schedule for me.”
    “Oh, it’s fine,” Krusher said, running his hand through his light hair. “I
was kind of bored, plus, I hate being left out.” He shot me a
smile and it didn’t go unnoticed that he had the whitest teeth I’d ever
seen in my life.
    “Plus,” Blaze
added. “He’s really busy not telling Cutter where his twin sister is and hiding
out from the cops who have a warrant out for his arrest back home. Apparently,
it’s better to hide out here with us and put our entire club in jeopardy.”
    “Oh, come on.”
Krusher looked exhausted of the