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)
And when it was over, he gave me the most beautiful smile in the world.
It was gentle.
Sweet.
Mature.
Longing, loving.
And hopeful.
By the way, I indulged in that “kiss him all over” when we were in private.
It was worth the wait.
But I’m kinda getting ahead of myself.
So let’s go back a bit.
Epilogue
SOARED
Mabel
Hutch made me come with his mouth, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs to hold them high and wide, my fingers gripping his hair.
After I finished, he kissed his way up my body, shoved his face in my neck, and glided his cock inside me.
I took him, skimming my hands across his skin, scratching my nails down his back, pressing kisses where I could, touching my tongue other places.
It took a while for Hutch to build it, but he knew I liked the simple feel of him on top of me, moving inside me, he knew I liked to be present when he found his, so he didn’t try to push for another orgasm from me (this time).
He eventually filled me, his body tensing, and he growled into my skin when he found his.
He stayed there, nuzzling me and catching his breath as he came down.
And only when he was down did he lift his head to look at me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair.
It was longer.
And the mustache was still there, but it’d been joined by a beard.
Hutch explained he grew a beard every winter (the mustache had been a new thing, and since I liked it, he was keeping it).
I was down for the change, because not only did he look fantastic with a beard, it felt fantastic too.
“This is getting long,” I whispered, mussing his hair.
“Want me to make a barber’s appointment?” he asked.
“Honey, it’s your hair.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“You’re kinda transitioning into Chisolm,” I teased.
He chuckled and replied, “Beard goes in the spring, hair cut also in the spring. Deal?”
I wasn’t all that fired up with him getting rid of the beard. I very much liked it.
But it was his face.
“I’ll take you any way you come. So yeah, I guess. Deal.”
He kissed me, pulled out of me, and we rolled out of bed because it was a big day.
And it started out stellar.
But as ever, we had plans. A busy day.
We needed to get moving.
I was dodging puppies underfoot in the kitchen while talking to Mona on the phone and sorting out what we’d be taking with us for the party tonight.
By the by, once they were toilet trained, Hutch let the puppies have the run of the house.
With Hannibal, Tonks and Moxie, this was a lot.
Fortunately, Moxie had experience with two big dogs, and a motherly instinct, so after a few iffy incidents where the pups (namely Kratos, he wanted Moxie to be his friend sooooo bad) got a little scratching, things calmed down. And you could often find her cuddled up with one and licking it or herding them where she wanted them to be.
Hutch said this puppy freedom was for three reasons.
The first, that room was too small for five growing Corsos (truth).
The second, it meant he and I (yup, I got roped in as a matter of course, though, no complaints here) could do ongoing training by regularly reinforcing the basic commands they’d already learned.
The last, it meant they were socialized.
Unspoken: he was not going to put puppies, even if they were already the size of some medium-sized dogs, out in pens in the winter.
Also unspoken: he enjoyed this time with his babies before he had to get serious.
“Oh my God, we are so not waiting until Halloween to dress up as the Sanderson sisters and scare kiddos,” Mona moaned in my ear. “You’ve sent pictures of the man. I need to see if this dude is for real.”
“I’ve also sent video.” And I did. Of Hutch singing. Also Hutch playing one-on-one with Stormy. Further, Hutch drilling Nike on her “sit” and “stay” commands. “And you saw the TikTok video. I can’t photoshop a whole video, much less four of them.”
“Okay, then you two come down in March or April, before it gets muggy, and Kacey and I will come up for Halloween.”
This might be doable, if Hutch was up for it.
“Let me discuss it with Hutch.”
He was at the stove making us breakfast.
Hearing his name, he turned to me and raised his brows.
I waved at him in a later gesture and went back to Mona.
“Listen, we have a packed day. I need to get on with it. So I gotta say love you, have a Merry Christmas, I’ll text tomorrow, and we’ll talk before the New Year.”
“Okay. Give those puppies, your kitty, the kiddos and your hot guy a snuggle for me,” she bid.
“I will.”
“Love you too, Ca…Mabel.”
We’d known each other a long time. It was tough for her to get used to me not being Callie.