Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
However, with Hutch taking it slow and careful, we made it.
And the good news was, during the drive, Brett texted, Home with Abigail. It’s just this flu. She’s in no danger. I’ll keep in touch.
That was promising.
When we got to Hutch’s cabin, as had become routine when we came home together, I dealt with Hannibal and Tonks’s bathroom breaks, and Hutch went to the puppies.
After our dogs saw to themselves, I got them in and went to help him.
We watched them in their run as they frolicked and played, squatted and lifted, and once we saw all five of them had done their business, we scooped them up, gave them praise and did the back and forth to get them inside.
Only then did we take off our coats, our boots, and Hutch went to the stove in the always warm and cozy kitchen to add wood.
I wandered to the living room, realizing I was jazzed but exhausted, still a little concerned about Abigail and Lillian, but now that we were home safe and sound, and everyone we cared about was too, it was time.
Time to talk to Hutch.
So I was back to anxious.
Hutch came into the room in his thermal and stocking feet, looking all mountain-man-at-home amazing, and he headed to the fireplace in the living room.
I was standing behind his couch.
“Want a fire in here?” he asked.
“I’m gonna drop soon,” I told him. “It was a busy day at the shop.”
“Weekenders,” he murmured as he moved to his chair.
He reached to his guitar, which I’d noticed was a habit.
Even when we were talking, he’d grab it and strum, no tune, just strumming a chord here, several of them there. It was like I thought when I first saw him with that guitar. It was an extension of him.
But I also thought it was a support, a balm. It was like his version of meditation.
And of course, Hutch’s version of meditation was cooler than anything.
Though now, I needed his attention.
Now, I needed him fully with me as I did this thing.
He had his fingers around the neck of the guitar.
Now or never, Mabel! My mind screamed.
“I’m falling in love with you,” I blurted.
He stilled.
Then slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he turned his head to me.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I caught the feels. Full disclosure, I always had them.” I shook my head vehemently. “But I didn’t lie to you. I swear. I didn’t realize it. Or I was burying it. Definitely, I was scared of it. But now, it’s getting out of control. And we have a deal. So I’m honoring our deal. I don’t want to be friends.” I flipped a hand out nervously. “I mean, I do. Obviously. Want to be friends, that is. Just not friends with benefits. Though, I also want those benefits.”
I stopped babbling as he rose from his chair.
I went back to it when he turned fully to me.
“Just that, I don’t want that to be all. I want you. As a boyfriend. Maybe a husband. And a father to my kids. Later, of course. Because I want kids. But mostly…I…”
I was trailing off because he was coming my way.
“…don’t want to lose you,” I finished on a whisper.
And he was at me.
Then I was up with his hands on my ass.
I rounded his hips with my legs, caught his jaw in my fingers, and still whispering, but this time it was trembling, I said, “Hutch.”
He was walking.
He said nothing.
And then I was down on his bed with him on top of me, and he was kissing me.
With all I was worth, I kissed him back.
There wasn’t going to be any lingering over each other tonight either.
Or not this round.
I had my answer (I thought), and I was jubilant.
I tore at his clothes.
He tore at mine.
We kissed and nipped and licked and touched.
We gave up on the clothes when I still had on my shell and bra, no panties, he was shirtless with his fly open, and I was ready.
Therefore, I told him, “Now.”
No hesitation, Hutch rolled between my legs, took command of his cock and drove in.
Dang, he could fill a girl up in every way.
I held him to me, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, kissing him, alternating with panting against his lips, all the time clutching him with all I had in me.
I came fast with a fistful of his hair and another of his tight ass.
He grunted hard when he followed me with two handfuls of my ass.
When it left him, he collapsed on me before he pulled out and rolled to his back at my side.
However, like he never did, he didn’t take me with him or keep his touch on me.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to get my breath and my bearings.
Was that a yes, I’m falling for you too?