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The way she moans around me is all the answer I need. The feeling vibrates along my dick and has my balls drawing up. My fingers tangle in her hair, the soft strands reminding me to not get too lost in the lust fog.

Her other hand comes up and plays with my balls, pushing me right to the edge of coming. The sound of her gagging when I hit the back of her throat is almost too much for me to take.

“So fucking sexy,” I growl. “Such a good girl taking my cock.”

Tingles erupt all over my body and the edges of my vision start to blur. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s so damn good.

“Fuck,” I bark. “You gonna swallow my cum?”

Her answering moan as she squeezes my balls tips me right over the edge. I push deep inside of her mouth and give her the first few jets of my release. When I pull back a little, I paint her tongue. She holds her mouth open, showing me everything, only swallowing when I stumble back a little while watching on in awe.

I drop to my knees and pull her into the safety of my body, my chest heaving and my heart racing. “Fucking perfect, Beautiful,” I softly praise her.

The way she melts into me is everything. Fucking everything.

CHAPTER 7

FALLON

The snow has been coming down for a while now and as beautiful as it is, it fills me with anxiety. Every flake feels like danger, and I know how irrational that sounds. It’s because we can’t leave, we’re stuck here.

I didn’t have a problem being here with Hutch, not even a little bit, but that was when we had the ability to leave if necessary. I don’t doubt Hutch’s ability to protect me if someone comes for me and I’m hoping like hell that doesn’t happen. Still, it could.

Then what? No one can get to us to help, and we can’t leave if we need help.

After the very erotic sight of Hutch chopping wood, which, frankly, should be fucking illegal even though it was necessary, I couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees for him. I could see it in his eyes, something was holding him back and I wanted to demolish whatever wall he had been building between us as he chopped wood. I swear with every downswing of the axe, I felt a brick slide into place.

That wasn’t going to work for me.

If a blowjob was required to be a wrecking ball, to reconnectus, then I was all for it. Trust me, it was far from a hardship. There’s something about that man which makes me want to please him and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life than when I was on my knees in front of him.

Afterwards when he wrapped me up in his arms, his jeans still undone and barely holding their position on his deliciously cut hips, his voice was a rumble, “There’s a big storm rolling in.” Even while knowing I was safe with him, I tensed with his arms. “Don’t worry,” he tried to soothe me, “I have more than enough supplies stored here. We get more than a few storms that roll through during Winter. I’m always stocked for the possibility. The only thing I needed to do was make sure enough wood was split and out of the elements as much as possible.”

“I trust you, Hutch,” I whispered against his chest even as fear started to grip me.

I’m not anxious because I don’t think Hutch is capable, I know he is. I’m anxious because there’s no escape. It makes me feel like I’m back in that hotel room and watching those guys break into my place. It’s scary as hell and I’m not sure what to do about it.

We’ve tried playing cards and even a board game, but my concentration is shot to hell. Hutch has kicked my ass, badly, at every game we’ve tried and that is not how I normally roll. Growing up with Bodhi made me competitive, especially when it comes to games. I was never able to beat him at anything physically and made it my mission to be able to dominate in other ways.

Gin? I’m the family’s reigning champion.

Hearts? I’ll shoot the moon so fast that it makes you dizzy.

Trivial Pursuit? I’m a sponge for knowledge both useful and useless.

Monopoly? I’m a shark who has caused Bodhi to flip the board more than once.

But right now I’m sucking and it’s all because I can’t shake the knowledge that we’re stuck. Stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

What if something happens? What if someone does come for me and Hutch is injured while protecting me? What if I’m injured? What if the generators fail and the fire in the hearth isn’t warm enough?

“Beautiful,” Hutch’s voice is gentle when he should sound annoyed at me because I can’t relax. I look into his gorgeous hazel eyes and get lost for a moment. Just a moment. But it’s enough. There’s a small, soft smile on his face that has me taking a breath when it feels like I haven’t been able to for far too long. “What about this storm has you freaking out?”

I cover my face with my hands, hating that he’s seen into the depths of me and knows that I’m afraid. I don’t want him to think it has anything to do with him. It doesn’t. I’m afraidforhim; I’m afraidforme.

Hutch’s grip is gentle as he captures my wrists and pulls my hands away from my face. There’s no judgement written on his features, but that only makes me feel worse about this whole thing. He’s been trying so hard to ease my fears, and not just about the storm, while trying to find a way to keep my mind off the storm raging outside and the one that my life has become.

He’s a good man.

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