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“What are you thinking?”

I take in the way he strokes his hard cock before I look into his eyes and murmur, “How funny life is sometimes. I was running from something, but I had no idea that I was running toward something at the same time.”

Hutch’s breath hitches and then he’s kneeling on the bed, kissing and nipping at my skin. My calves. My thighs. My hips. My stomach. My ribs. My breasts.

“I’ve been waiting, but I didn’t know I was waiting for you to arrive,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue slides along my collarbone as his weight settles over me and his hazel eyes are filled with an adoration that makes everything else disappear. His shaft slides between my pussy lips and he groans. “I can feel you dripping for me, Beautiful.”

“Please,” my hands grip his shoulders, my nails biting in his skin, “I need you inside of me. I want to feel you stretch me.”

His head tips up and I watch as the cords of his neck strain with the movement. “Fucking hell, Fallon,” there’s an admonishment in his voice that has me grinning. When he tips his head back down and looks at me, a smirk plays on his lips that is sexy as hell. “I’m going to slide my cock inside of you bare and you’re going to be a good girl and take all my cum.”

My body shivers and even though it might not make sense, I crave his seed. I swallow hard and know I need to tell him, to warn him. “I’m not on anything,” I force the words out. “It wasn’t necessary.”

Hutch pulls his hips back and I feel when the head of his cock finds my entrance. He starts to push inside of me, the sensation overwhelming. “Good girl,” he growls.

I gasp as the weight of his praise settles on my heart. But before I can think too hard, he punches his hips forward and I’m filled completely by his length. I moan loudly as I wrap my body around him and bury my face in his neck.

“Fuck,” he barks out.

I can feel the strain in his body as he holds himself still. I’ve never felt so full or felt this kind of aching stretch.

“Move,” I beg.

Something snaps inside of Hutch as he pulls out until only the tip remains before slamming into me. And then I’m lost. To the way it feels to be filled by him. To the sensual pace he sets and the way my body moves with him to meet him, to accept him.

The world blurs, but he remains in focus. Always clear and bright. A star. A comet.

Our breathing is hard and fast as he fucks me. We climb together and then I’m teetering on the edge.

His lips brush against mine and now he’s the one begging. “Give it to me Fallon,” he grits out, “and I’ll fill you up.”

The thought of his cum filling me, of being tied to him, of his seed taking root, sets me off. The orgasm that rips through meis relentless, but I welcome it. Because he is the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists.

I’m all feeling. All sensation.

And then I feel it. Each jet of his cum against my walls has warmth cascading through me.

He rolls us without pulling out and I’m draped across his chest, no longer worried about the storm outside. Because in here, with him, there is only peace.

CHAPTER 8

HUTCH

Even though the snow has been falling for a day, my woman is a lot more relaxed today. It gives me a sense of pride that I’ve helped her to relax. I’m definitely not going to apologize for it. Not when I’ve been walking around feeling a million feet tall.

The chores around the house are done and the wood next to the fire is full. I walked the perimeter today just to check everything and didn’t find anything amiss on my land. It’s eased a little bit of my worry, though I would never allow my woman to see any of that.

As much as I want her to be comfortable here because we’re stuck, I want her to feel secure. Hearing her worried about me and being stuck here in case anything happened was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I can still feel the warmth from her words and her concern still.

My hand drifts down her side and over her hip. I love her being curled into my side like she is right now. It feels so right to have her right here next to me.

Even though it’s felt lazy between us, without the need to fill the silence between us just for the sake of saying something, I also want to know everything there is to know about her. The question slips from me, “Why perfume?”

Fallon makes a humming sound and snuggles deeper into my side. “My mom died when I was young,” her voice is sad, and I stiffen next to her. She pats my hand and peeks up at me. “Don’t. I won’t lie and say that I don’t miss her because I do. I was only seven when she died and there are times when I miss her so much that it hurts.” She sighs as her eyes turn glassy with unshed tears. “The worst part is that there are times when I can’t remember her. Dad was always good about keeping pictures of her. He and Bodhi always told me stories about her, but those aren’t my memories, you know?”

I kiss her forehead and take a deep breath, the scent of roses which always seems to be coming from her surrounding me. I wish I could take this pain away from her, it’s tangible as it flows from her.

“I’m sorry you lost your mom so young, Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin.

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