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He chuckles low and deep. “That’s the sweet spot. Be my good girl and take it.”
And holy hell, do I take it. He pounds into me, steady and deep, his fingers relentless on my clit until pressure coils tight in my gut.
“You talk shit, California, but this pussy?” His voice is gravelly. “She knows who she belongs to. Doesn’t she?”
That does it.
My orgasm hits like a freight train, blinding and all-consuming. I cry out, trembling around him, clenching hard as my whole body tenses and releases.
“Oh, fuck. Hutch—pull out. Come on me,” I pant, breathless and wrecked.
He doesn’t hesitate. One sharp thrust, then he’s out, tearing the condom off in a rush. His fist wraps around his cock—two tight pulls and hot ropes of cum shoot across my thighs and pussy. He groans, pushes up on his knees, another thick stream striping my stomach as we both watch.
It’s filthy and intense and perfect.
Once his cock is spent, he drops down to his elbow and drags a finger through the mess coating my skin. He trails it up over my stomach and around a nipple before slipping his finger between my lips. I suck at it hungrily, loving the taste of him.
He drops his head, sucking my nipple clean, then moves lower, lapping at the cum coating my skin. And fuck, if the sight of him licking his own cum off me isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Sex with Hutch is liberating. Freeing and filthy. And I'm not sure if I'll ever get enough. Even if this can only last for the summer.
Hutch
It’sstilldarkoutwhen Ginger kicks me out of her bed. Okay, she didn’t exactly kick me out, more like grumbled at me with her face in the pillow about how she didn’t want Hayley to find out I’d spent the night, and I needed to move my ass before she was awake.
I tried to tell her there was no way in hell Hales hadn’t heard us last night, but she chucked a pillow at my head and told me to move my ass anyway. I know Hayley’s always been an early riser, so it stands to reason that she’ll be up early, even while on summer break from her teaching job at Timber Forge High.
That’s currently why I’m creeping down the stairs with my shoes in my hand at five-forty-five in the morning, with a half-hard cock and no way to relieve it until I’m back home. I’m supposed to start demo on the other half of the rental today, but I need to go home and feed Oakley and grab my laptop to get a little admin work done, too.
Thankfully, there aren’t any lights on when I hit the bottom of the stairs in the kitchen, and I let out the breath I’d been holding in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air, but the pot looks untouched, so Hales must have set it to brew before she went to bed.
I stop at the kitchen table and quietly pull out a chair, dropping into it to put on my shoes. I get the first one tied when the sound of a throat clearing breaks the silence.
Fuck.
I look up at my baby sister to find her standing at the entrance to the hallway, arms folded across her chest, one hip cocked in silent judgment. There’s a fresh pillow crease on her cheek and she’s barely got her eyes open, but the unimpressed look on her face is crystal clear. She blinks slowly at me and then shakes her head.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Captain Can’t-Keep-It-In-His-Pants starring in an episode of Poor Life Choices with the off-limits single mom.”
I huff out a breath, hoping Ginger’s gone back to sleep because this is exactly the reason she wanted me out of here before Hales woke up. I don’t need to add an angry redhead to the mix before I’ve even taken a piss this morning.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she asks flatly.
I jerk my shoelaces tight and shoot her a glare. “Relax, Hales. We’re both adults.”
She shoots me a cool look before shuffling over to the coffee pot, opening the cupboard to take out a coffee mug.
“I’d offer you a cup, but I’m sure you’re itching to get out of here,” she says, not turning to look at me.
“It’s not like that.”
I want to tell her it was Ginger who insisted on the walk of shame, not me, but I don’t bother.
“Then tell me, brother of mine, whatisit like?”
I shrug at her back. “We’re…friends.”
She scoffs, glancing back at me skeptically. “Friends who have sex and then sneak out at dawn? I don’t buy it.”
