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Visions of the future dance in front of my eyes and I can’t look away. He holds me steady. He holds me captive.

The feral glint in Hutch’s eyes is made of promises and pleasure. As his muscles bunch and relax under my grip, he somehow finds a way to hold me up and send me flying at the same time. His pelvis batters against my clit with every stroke and I’m lost.

“Give it to me,” he demands. “Come.”

Everything explodes and, for a second, I can’t hear anything beyond the rushing of the blood through my veins. My pussy squeezes his cock, and he buries his face against my shoulder.His teeth sink into the sensitive skin there, marking me for all to see.

“Yes,” I keen. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right you’re mine,” he grunts. “Never letting you go.”

He might mean it as a promise, as a threat. It’s one I’ll be holding him too. Because I never want him to let me go.

I belong right here.

With him.

Forever.

His cum is hot as he fills me up and I close my eyes as tears prick the backs of my eyes. I won’t cry again; it’s clear he doesn’t like it when I do.

It’s just that this feels so big. Bigger than love. Bigger than forever.

I wrap that feeling around me and burrow into it the same way I wrap myself around my man and grip him so tight that I can only hope he knows I’ll never let go.

Our hearts pound together, our breathing fast and erratic. He doesn’t pull out of me as he yanks me away from the shower wall.

I’m shifted in his arms slightly and the water stops raining down from above us. He doesn’t bother to dry us as he strides into our bedroom and lays me out on the bed, coming down on top of me and covering me with is strong frame.

As I blink up at him, I squeeze the walls of my pussy and find that he’s still hard. For me.

Hutch flashes me a grin. “Not nearly done with you yet, Beautiful.” His face softens and he pleads, “Say it again.”

My hands slide up his shoulders until my fingers are buried in his hair. “I love you, Hutch.”

When he starts to move this time, it’s not a frenzy of movement. It’s slow and sweet. Every movement has a buzzing feeling moving under my skin. This time as we come together, we make love, and he whispers his truth against my skin.

“I love you, Beautiful.”

CHAPTER 12

HUTCH

It’s been three days since someone learned the hard way not to come for my woman and everything has been quiet around the cabin. Once Duncan was able to identify the men from the pictures I sent his way, I made sure that they would never be found. I’m aware that it should probably bother me, but it doesn’t.

A hired assassin doesn’t deserve my compassion or empathy. Not when the target they’re willing to take out is mine.

When I hear a vehicle coming to a stop, I reach over and give Fallon’s hands a squeeze. She’s been worrying them on her lap since I told her that Blake called and was on his way out to see us. I’m sure not knowing why he’s coming isn’t easy, but I’m not worried.

There’s no way he would drive out here without having good news to share with us.

I’m more worried about what is going to happen when Fallon is given the all clear. She’s not going to want to go back to her life, right? I don’t think so, not now that the way we feel about each other is out in the open. She has to know I’m never letting her go.

I stand and make my way to the front door, opening it, and waiting as Blake climbs out of his vehicle. When he sees me standing there, a smug expression crosses his face that has me rolling my eyes. The grin on his face only grows as he climbs the porch steps.

He keeps his voice low, “I expect an invitation to the wedding.”

I swing at him, but he steps back and out of the way while laughing. The fucker.

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