Page 12 of His Hellcat

Dick.

Back inside the cabin, he unceremoniously dumps me onto the couch. I instantly jump up, unwilling to be in such a vulnerable position again. Hutch has his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw ticks as he looks down at me, matching me hard stare to hard stare.

8

Hutch

This girl is goingto be the death of me. Fiery as hell and just as stubborn as her brother. I have no idea why the hell she took off like that, but it’s clearly my fault.

I knew I shouldn’t have taken advantage of her, but she’s temptation personified. The devil’s fruit hanging ripe and perfect from the vine just begging to be plucked and devoured. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and nothing I deserve. And I proved that just moments ago when I fucked her without a condom. Spilling my seed inside her unprotected womb. The bastard that I am wants to take her right back to that bed and fuck her again. Rut into her tight channel and fill her so full of me she’ll never be able to leave. Get her pregnant with my baby and keep her for myself.

I wasn't lying when I told her she is mine. I'm not giving up on her. I'll fix whatever this problem is and remind her who she belongs to. Again and again.

I’ve not once thought about keeping a woman. Sure I was married, but I never felt like this for Sheila. Ending things with her was more of a relief than anything. Even though I met Blake less than twenty-four hours ago, I feel like I’ve always known her. Some primal part of my being gravitates to her; craves her. It’s not just love… it’s more. It’s like she is completely necessary for my survival.

Maybe the doc got my diagnosis wrong. Maybe it’s not PTSD. Maybe I’m just fucking insane. Because I feel insane and this situation is definitely insane.

Blake’s hands are on her plump little hips and her eyes are shooting daggers at me, but I can see beneath that facade. I can see the pain and hurt. She’s doing a damned good job of hiding it, but it’s there and it’s killing me to know I put that look there. Her ex played his part, he sent her running with a broken heart. Instead of becoming her friend, protecting her heart and helping her heal, I took advantage. I let my desire override her needs and I’ll never forgive myself for that.

“Blake, I am so very so—,” I don’t get the chance to finish my apology because quick as a whip her small palm cracks against the side of my face. My head turns at the unexpected impact. It doesn't hurt, for a guy like me it was more of a love tap than anything. Years of conditioning and quick reflexes prevents another attack from my little hellcat. She strains against my hold, but I don’t give an inch.

I open my mouth to apologize, yet again, but Blake makes a keening sound in the back of her throat. It’s such a broken, desperate sound that I instantly release her arms and cup her face in my hands. Something breaks free and the tension melts from her body. Her big blue eyes are glassy with unshed tears, leaving her black lashes heavy with moisture. The vulnerability she shows cracks my heart in two. This girl is going to either be my salvation or pave the way to my damnation. Either way, she owns me.

“Just don’t, Hutch. Please.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet holds so much emotion it could very well take me to my knees.

What have I done and how do I fix it?

I pull her to my chest, wrapping her up in my arms, providing her physical comfort when my words only seem to cause distress. At first she stiffens in my hold, but quickly relaxes into me on a sigh. I carefully back her towards the couch and sit, pulling her into my lap and holding her as I did last night. And just like last night, it feels completely right.

“Talk to me, Kitten.”

Lifting her head from my shoulder, she looks me in the eye before her gaze falls to her lap where she’s picking at the raveled edge of her t-shirt. Her breasts rise and fall with her uneven breaths. Emotions flit across her face, but her silence persists. Finally, she meets my eyes again, resolve reflecting back at me.

“I can’t stand your pity.” She starts, taking a deep breath and releasing it on a sigh. “Look, I get that you regret what we did. I don’t care—that’s on you not me—but I can’t stand this hot and cold treatment.”

“Wait, what?” I’m dumbfounded—truly and completely. She thinks Iregretmaking love to her?

“It’s okay, Hutch. I just want to go back home and put this whole mess behind me.”

Oh, hell no. She’s out of her goddamn mind if she thinks she’s leaving me now that I’ve had her. She’s mine even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

“I think you’re confused, Kitten. I don’t regret a single second of being deep inside that hot little cunt of yours. If I had my way, I’d bury myself inside you and never leave.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers and full of confusion as she takes in my confession.

“What I’m sorry for is not protecting you the way I should have.”

I can see the moment it clicks in her mind because her cheeks heat to the most adorable shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I could spend the rest of my days bringing that blush to her face and never get tired of it.

“Protect me? You were upset you didn’t wear a condom, not that you made love to me?” She’s so unsure of herself, I could kick my own ass for making such a mess of things.

I grip her hips and turn her so she’s straddling me, grabbing ahold of her lush ass I pull her tight to my body and rub her against my hard length. “That’s right, Kitten. I shouldn’t have taken you without protection. I’d love nothing more than to fuck my baby into you, but I would never forgive myself if you were hurt because of my actions.”

“You’re clean right?” She asks warily.

“Of course.” I know I sound indignant, but I can’t help it. As if I’d ever take that kind of risk with her.

Confusion clouds her eyes. “I don’t understand. If not that, then what?”

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