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Thankfully, I know I won’t have to.

Hutch repositions his hands, both arms wrapping around me to cup the globes of my ass. His fingertips dig in and I can only smile blissfully. Because I know this is going to be a pleasure-filled ride.

When he leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. When his teeth scrape across my sensitive flesh, I feel an answering pulse in my clit. I come down harder on his cock, my thighs shaking from the strain and how damn good it feels.

He starts thrusting up to meet my movements which makes me move faster. We’re together in this, chasing something neither of us has been willing to name but is right there under the surface. Love.

How have I fallen in love with this man? Can he really be my forever? Could my life involve a mountain, solitude, and never having to worry about whether I’m safe because I have Hutch to stand in front of me and ensure it?

I want it.

I want it all.

He bites down on my nipple and my pleasure explodes. Bliss, something only he’s been able to make me feel, courses through me as my walls clamp down on him.

“Fuck yes, milk my cock, Beautiful,” he growls, letting go of my nipple and burying his face in the crook of my neck.

The groan that comes from deep in his chest only heightens how good it feels. It’s irresponsible and makes no sense, but when I feel the first jet of his cum filling my pussy, I hope that this is the time I get pregnant. Having a baby looking up at me with Hutch’s hazel eyes feels like a dream come true even though it’s only a hope in this moment.

A needy part of me wants to be tied to him for the rest of my life, to be tethered and never allowed to leave. This mountain, the one he’s sought for solace, could be my home.

I collapse against his chest and feel the pounding of his heart. It grounds me and my worries melt away as the aftershocks of our combined orgasm.

This? It’s more than enough.

CHAPTER 10

HUTCH

The buzzing of my phone has me sitting up in bed and I glance down nervously at the woman curled up into my side. I let out a shaky breath, glad I haven’t disturbed her. The sky is still dark, only feeling more ominous because of the clouds that rolled in while we were in the panic room. The second wave of the storm arrived while I had my woman distracted.

Maybe I should have told her to expect more snow, but she’s been worried enough. I hoped to ease some of her worries by showing her the panic room again and making sure she felt comfortable in the small space. But I wanted to ensure she knows how everything works because my gut was screaming at me that something was headed our way since I woke up yesterday morning.

Now, it seems, it’s time to deal with what my gut has been warning me of.

There’s only one reason my phone would be going off at this time of night. Either Blake and his guys have neutralized the threat to Fallon. Or our peace is about to be disrupted by violence.

My senses go on high alert when I see the notification from my security perimeter.

Fuck. They’ve tracked her and I have a feeling this won’t be the only location being checked for Fallon’s whereabouts. If the people hired to take her out were able to track her to Higgins, which would be easy enough since she used her phone to contact him, then it wouldn’t be difficult to find out about the contract work I do for him.

I was just hoping they wouldn’t dig that far. Even though I knew they would.

Greed and power are corruptible in the worst kind of ways. There was no way they were ever going to let her go without retribution.

While I haven’t allowed Fallon to see the news, I’ve been keeping up with it. Luxe Notes is still in a downward spiral and the more digging being done into their dealings is only bringing more bad deeds to light.

I’m in awe of my woman. She’s so damn brave.

And now I need to ask her to dig a little deeper and be brave again. I shake her, hating that I need to wake her up while knowing that time is of the essence.

While the feed from the trail cams is loading, I scoop her up in my arms and start toward the safe room nestled in the gym and hidden between two rooms. You’d have to know it’s there and can’t tell at all from the exterior of the cabin.

“Hutch?” Her words are filled with sleep, and I hate that this is how she’s waking up and not with my head buried between her legs. “What’s going on?”

“Something tripped the trail cams,” I rasp.

Her eyes snap open and even though I can barely see her features in the darkness around us, I can feel her fear. The air isheavy with it and my chest constricts because I know she’s not only scared for herself; she’s scared for me as well.

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