Page 14 of His Hellcat

Once her breathing has evened out and I can feel my legs again, I stand with her still in my arms. She squeals and slaps my shoulder, demanding I put her down because she’s too heavy to be carried around. My hand cracks down on her bare ass cheek.

“You’re a tiny slip of a thing. I could carry you all day.”

Her already flushed face turns a shade redder at that and I can’t hide the smirk on my lips. I carry her to the bathroom, depositing her on the counter before turning to the shower. Once the water is the perfect temperature, I lift her again. Stepping under the spray with my precious bundle, I let her slide down my body until her feet are under her. Then I reach for the soap and worship her body as I clean her.

I lather her hair, massaging her scalp longer than necessary when she moans in pleasure. The sound has my cock hard as a rock again. I might have just come harder than ever before, but I’m ready for another round. I know she’s tender. Her body stiffened as I washed her pussy, so I ignore my cock. He’ll just have to wait.

When we are both clean, I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. Once it’s secure, I carefully dry every inch of Blake’s skin, kissing my way up and down her soft flesh.

Her stomach lets out an angry growl. Her hands cover her face in embarrassment. “How mortifying!”

I chuckle, dropping a kiss to her belly. “No, just a reminder that I need to take better care with my woman.” Standing, I pull her into me for a quick hug and kiss the top of her head reverently. “Let’s get you fed, Kitten.”

9

Blake

Hutch makesa quick lunch of ham and cheese omelets and toast. He refuses to let me help—plopping me down on the counter and telling me to stay put. Since my legs are still mostly made of jelly thanks to multiple orgasms, I don’t argue. Then again, I don’t think I would even if I wasn’t weak-kneed. Watching Hutch efficiently move around the kitchen as he cooks is hot as hell. I practically need to wipe drool from my chin.

He plates up our food and before I can hop down from the counter, he has me back in his arms. Then he sits with me on his lap, which is where I am now. Comfortably sitting in the lap of the most amazing man I’ve ever met, while he feeds me bites of omelet and presses devastatingly tender kisses to my neck and shoulder.

I decline the next bite, putting my hand to my stomach. “I couldn’t eat another bite. I’m stuffed.”

“Not yet, Kitten.” His voice is deep with desire and my pussy clenches at the reminder of how it feels to have him buried inside me.

“You’re terrible.” I can’t help but laugh at his antics. His cock is a solid bar under me the whole time we ate. He had to adjust me twice because I kept rubbing myself against it. I blush remembering how he groaned and threatened to bend me over the table and redden my ass for teasing him when my pussy is too sore to fuck.

“Hmm… I’d give about anything to be inside that mind of yours right about now.”

I can feel my blush deepen and I’m considering telling him my dirty thoughts, hoping it might break his resolve on the whole give Blake’s vagina a break thing. Before I make my decision, we are interrupted by the slam of a car door.

Who the hell is that?

Hutch looks down at me, barely covered in a towel and he's instantly on the move. Back in his room, he tosses me one of his shirts and pulls on a clean pair of jeans. Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough because he grabs the shirt from my hands and pulls it over my head. It’s so big it falls down to my knees, but the heated look in Hutch’s eyes says he very much likes seeing me in his clothes. Pounding on the door makes me jump and Hutch growl in annoyance.

“You stay here,” Hutch demands. Spinning on his heel he takes quick strides out of the room and I hear the door open, followed by a very familiar, very angry voice.

I poke my head into the hall, but I can’t see anything. Hutch hasn’t let our visitor inside yet. I debate on staying there and hiding or going out and stabbing my ex. Anger rises up in me as I think about everything I lost—all the years of friendship burned down by betrayal, the years of giving myself wholly to a man who was unfaithful, and let’s not forget, my fucking self-respect. I put up with his shit for too long. Now that I’m free of him, I’m kicking my own ass for letting it go on so long.

I blame him for that, too.

He made me doubt myself. Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. That I couldn’t do better than him. Well, fuck him. Rage burning through my blood, I storm into the living room.

Seeing Shane standing beside Hutch has me stopping in my steps. How could I ever have thought Shane was the one for me? He can’t even hold a candle to Hutch.

Everything about Hutch screams man. His wide shoulders and chest that tapers into a trim waist. And don’t even get me started on those muscles. The deep cut of each slab is defined in the most delicious way. If my ex wasn’t standing two feet away, face red as he yells at a very scarily calm Hutch, I would climb him like a tree.

“You need to crawl back into your car and drive the fuck away.” Hutch’s tone is relaxed, but I can see the twitch of his jaw and the flex of muscles that indicate he is anything but.

Shane, oblivious to what’s brewing beneath the surface, levels a glare at Hutch. “You better let me in there, my fiancée is in that house and I’m not leaving here without her.”

Hutch growls—literally growls at Shane—as he takes a threatening step forward, his calm demeanor cracking. Before things can escalate between them, I walk further into the room.

“There you are, baby. Tell this ogre to let me in,” Shane addresses me as if nothing bad has happened between us. Every one of his words grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

Hutch scowls at Shane when he calls me baby, but a gentle hand on his arm has him relaxing minutely. He looks down at me, quirking an eyebrow, asking me silently how I want to proceed. I smile sweetly at him, loving that he’s letting me call the shots, even though I can tell he wants to pummel him.

Shane’s gaze narrows in on my hand resting familiarly on Hutch’s arm. A look of confusion, followed by one of anger, flashes on his face. He meets my eyes and says the single most stupid thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

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