Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
He gave it to her, and to him.
He shifted his hips to find the right spot, drove hard, and her mouth opened in a silent moan as she took one fist out of his hair to embed her nails into his back, and he felt her cunt convulse around his driving cock.
She got hers, thank fuck, he let go and took his on a heavy grunt and a long groan.
Good Christ, even off the hook, no skill, no control, she was the best fuck he’d ever had.
Or maybe it was because of all of that.
He kissed her neck, her chest, pulled out and rolled to his back, digging an arm under her to curl her to his side.
They were both breathing heavily.
Even so, she pushed out, “I approve of the mustache.”
Hutch’s lips hitched with amusement. “Good to know.”
“You give great head.”
“Not sure how you’d know. I was only goin’ down on you for ten second before you demanded my cock.”
“Excuse me, it was more like fifteen seconds,” she disputed.
He was in too good of a mood to argue, even if he knew she was joking. “Okay, fifteen.”
“And you didn’t at all avoid that area the last time,’ she pointed out.
No, he hadn’t.
Not at all.
She pushed up, resting a hand on his chest, and looked down on him.
“Admit it, Hutch. I’m a genius.”
“I’ll admit it, even if I don’t know what you’re genius at.”
She grinned big.
Her hair a mess from sex, her lips swollen, her eyes bright.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“This friends with benefits thing is gonna rock,” she decreed.
It was going to be a disaster.
But taking in her shining, sated eyes, feeling her happy vibe, he knew, if she wanted him, he was going to give himself to her, give this feeling to her, taking her in return, for as long as it took for it to blow up in both of their faces.
Because Ranger Emmett “Hutch” Hutchison could no sooner stop himself from spreading harm and misery to the people he cared about than he could quit breathing.
It was in the genes.
SEVENTEEN
Friends with Benefits
Mabel
Monday morning, I didn’t wake up to a Post-it note.
I woke to my hair being gently tucked behind my ear.
My eyes slid open and to the side, and there was Hutch, his stubble, his mustache…him.
“Got dogs to feed, babe,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back.
“Took Tonks out. Both are fed. You’re good for a lie in.”
He was the best.
“Thanks.”
“Be back at one.”
“Right.”
He smiled.
I experienced cardiac arrest.
I’d never seen him smile. A hitch of his lips, at most.
A full smile, never.
It was…
Magic.
“Bed gets crowded with four breathing beings in it,” he stated.
Oh no.
“Tonks and Moxie sleep with me,” I told him something he couldn’t have missed.
Still smiling, he said, “Yeah, I know. We were locked in place last night because Tonks claimed our feet.”
I stretched my lips in an eek!
“And shins,” he carried on. “And Moxie claimed Tonks.”
“Doesn’t Hannibal sleep with you?”
“I don’t let him. He has a dog bed beside mine.”
“Is that a problem for you? Tonks and Moxie, I mean.”
“Your house, your pets, your rules. And just to say, the hardest thing to train Hannibal to do was sleep in his own bed when I kicked him out of mine because he’s a bed hog and he snores.” Long pause. “Bad.”
This time, I smiled.
His eyes moved over my face and then came back to mine even as his hand moved to pull the covers up my bare shoulder. “Your furnace sucks hard, May.”
“I noticed that.”
“The thermostat is jacked up to eighty, and it can’t be seventy in here.”
“I should probably talk to Mrs. Matthews about that.”
“I’ll look at it after training. You also need firewood. You know how to build a fire?”
“Stack logs and toss a match on them?”
Another smile. “Not quite. I’ll teach you that too.”
“Can’t wait.”
He tipped his glorious head to the side.
“You gonna lay there or are you gonna kiss me?” he asked.
“Last night was energetic,” I reminded him.
He kept up his beautiful smile. “Yeah, I was there. And mind you, I did most of the work.”
I rolled my eyes, held the covers to my chest, but pushed up and pressed my lips to his.
He took over, his tongue spiked into my mouth, and we made out hot and heavy, to the point I thought he was going to take off the clothes he foolishly put on, but then he ended it.
“I want you careful today,” he said quietly. “I spent the night.”
I knew what he meant, and I refused to allow it to douse this moment with unwanted cold water.
I nodded. “Okay, honey.”
Cupping the back, he pulled my head down so he could kiss the top of my hair.
He let me go. “Now, go back to sleep. See you later.”
“Later, Hutch.”
The wrinkles at the sides of his eyes deepened in an extraordinary smile that didn’t reach his lips before I watched him walk away.