Page 95 of When It's Us
He made me feel safe, never once questioning what I wanted but making sure I had a way to stop things if it got too much. I’d never had someone defile me so thoroughly but with such attention to detail of not only my body, but my mind, too. It had been incredible.
After we’d both come down from the high of our orgasms—one for him, two for me—he’d snuck down to the kitchen for a couple of bottles of water, then proceeded to rub a bit of lotion into the red spots the belt had left like he knew exactly what I needed, and he’d done it for me dozens of times.
Usually after sex, I’m wired, but with Hutch, that’s never been the case. I drifted off within minutes of him taking care of me.
“Your lady boner is showing,” Hayley singsongs next to me and I choke on my beer, snapping my gaze to hers.
“My what?”
Wren huffs out a laugh.
“Yourla-dy bo-ner,” she enunciates and tips her glass toward the bar. “For my brother?”
Hoping my face isn’t three shades of red, I shake my head. “I don’t—"
“Oh,please.” Hayley leans in with an eye roll. “Don’t deny it. We canallllsee it,” she drawls.
I flick a panicked glance at Wren, but she’s sufficiently buzzed. She tries to hide her grin behind a hand and fails miserably.
Figuring it doesn’t matter what they all think, I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Okay, maybe I do.”
“Oh,ho-ho, do tell.” Josie chuckles with a bit of a drunken slur herself.
“Pleasedon’t,” Natalie and Norah chime in together.
Josie leans across Hayley in my direction. “I have to know…is it true what everyone says about him?”
“What do they say?” I ask at the same time Natalie lets out a groan.
“I mean, Imayhave heard it’s like an anaconda down there,” Josie says conspiratorially.
“Josie Marie!” Hayley gasps between us with a snort. “That’s my brother and you’remarried!”
“Iknowthat,” Josie snaps tipsily, but without heat, “but once you’ve been dicked down by a monster cock, everything else palesin comparison. I just wanna know if it’s true.” She shrugs, wrapping her lips around her straw and gulping down the last of her margarita. She nudges me. “So?”
“How should I know?” I hedge, daring to glance at Wren, who is wearing a shit eating grin bigger than the state of Montana.
Josie leans back over, snagging me by the arm, clearly not convinced. “How big are we talking here? Like a soda can or a tall boy?”
“Ew, fuck,” Nat says, and Norah slams her hands over her ears at the same time.
“Pleasestop!” Hayley groans. “Not another word about my brother’s junk. It’s bad enough I had tohearyou two,” she scolds, throwing a dirty look in my direction.
Wren and Finn utter simultaneous gasps, and I drop my head back on a groan.
Going on completely unaffected, Josie mumbles, “I mean, I know he’s your brother, Hayley poo, but I’d bang him.”
Finn watches me, her wide eyes looking exceptionally sappy. “You’re stillhooking up?”
“Still?” Norah asks, gaze ping ponging between me and Finn.
I get up from the table. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”
“Ginger, it’s not a big deal,” Wren says, putting a placating hand on my arm.
“Ohmygod,I was kidding,” Josie gasps. “Is it serious?”
Nat scoffs. “Of course it’s not. Nothing ever is with Hutch.”
