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  Instead of pulling away, he rests his forehead to mine as our bodies slowly calm from sensation overload. Long minutes pass as we lay just like that. His cock still buried deep, my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms clinging to his shoulders. With a shuddering breath, he pulls away, breaking the spell of the moment. An empty ache is left behind as he goes. When he wordlessly leaves the room hot tears fill my eyes.

  Doubts creep in. How could I be so stupid? I know what he said about wanting me and that I was his, but guys like Hutch don’t go for girls like me. And here I just handed myself over to him on a silver platter. Once again, I’m the girl that gets used and tossed aside. Just as I move to find my clothes—desperate to get dressed and get the hell out of there—Hutch walks back into the room.

  I look up into pitying eyes and decide, fuck that noise. I’ll fucking walk to town. I’ll go home, find a place to stay and start over. It’s not the first time and won’t be the last.

  “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” His tone is full of regret. It’s a kick in the teeth. I tried to leave. I tried to end this whole thing before it even started and still he kept me here. He can have the pity party, keep his regret and choke on it. I was honest in my desire. I gave myself wholly to him despite my fears. He calmed them and said the magic words, you're mine. He set me free with those words and he chained me down with his apology.

  I don’t even acknowledge him. I brush past him and to my room. In less than a minute, I’ve got myself dressed, hair in a messy pile on my head, and an old pair of flip flops on my feet. Without a word I walk out the door and down the driveway.

  I came here to escape, to lick my wounds and heal, instead I’m walking away with more wounds than I started with. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be the same again.

  Naïve as it may be, I thought there was a connection between us. Less than twenty-four hours and I’d grown attached to a perfect stranger. No, that’s not true, I was already half in love with the man who saved my twin countless times. The stories I’d been told about how Hutch took care of my other half gave me a good deal of hero-worship.

  That’s all this was—some misdirected feelings of attraction because of what Hutch represents.

  I’m almost to the end of the drive when I hear the screen door slam shut and heavy-booted feet stomping across the porch. I don’t give in to my desire to turn around. I keep my pace steady even though I can hear his longer stride eating up the distance between us. One second I’m on my way to town with anger and hurt churning in my gut, and the next I’m thrown over Hutch’s shoulder.

  “What the fuck!” I screech. “Put me down, you…you…you jerk!” I flail, kicking out my legs and beating my fists against his back.

  His arm bands across my thighs, pinning me in place and making my movements completely ineffective. He may have me physically restrained, but my mouth still works. I don’t stop screaming the whole way back to the house. I curse him up one side and down the other. The only response I get in return is a masculine chuckle.

  Dick.

  Back inside the cabin, he unceremoniously dumps me onto the couch. I instantly jump up, unwilling to be in such a vulnerable position again. Hutch has his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw ticks as he looks down at me, matching me hard stare to hard stare.

  8

  Hutch

  This girl is going to be the death of me. Fiery as hell and just as stubborn as her brother. I have no idea why the hell she took off like that, but it’s clearly my fault.

  I knew I shouldn’t have taken advantage of her, but she’s temptation personified. The devil’s fruit hanging ripe and perfect from the vine just begging to be plucked and devoured. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and nothing I deserve. And I proved that just moments ago when I fucked her without a condom. Spilling my seed inside her unprotected womb. The bastard that I am wants to take her right back to that bed and fuck her again. Rut into her tight channel and fill her so full of me she’ll never be able to leave. Get her pregnant with my baby and keep her for myself.

  I wasn't lying when I told her she is mine. I'm not giving up on her. I'll fix whatever this problem is and remind her who she belongs to. Again and again.

  I’ve not once thought about keeping a woman. Sure I was married, but I never felt like this for Sheila. Ending things with her was more of a relief than anything. Even though I met Blake less than twenty-four hours ago, I feel like I’ve always known her. Some primal part of my being gravitates to her; craves her. It’s not just love… it’s more. It’s like she is completely necessary for my survival.

  Maybe the doc got my diagnosis wrong. Maybe it’s not PTSD. Maybe I’m just fucking insane. Because I feel insane and this situation is definitely insane.

  Blake’s hands are on her plump little hips and her eyes are shooting daggers at me, but I can see beneath that facade. I can see the pain and hurt. She’s doing a damned good job of hiding it, but it’s there and it’s killing me to know I put that look there. Her ex played his part, he sent her running with a broken heart. Instead of becoming her friend, protecting her heart and helping her heal, I took advantage. I let my desire override her needs and I’ll never forgive myself for that.

  “Blake, I am so very so—,” I don’t get the chance to finish my apology because quick as a whip her small palm cracks against the side of my face. My head turns at the unexpected impact. It doesn't hurt, for a guy like me it was more of a love tap than anything. Years of conditioning and quick reflexes prevents another attack from my little hellcat. She strains against my hold, but I don’t give an inch.

  I open my mouth to apologize, yet again, but Blake makes a keening sound in the back of her throat. It’s such a broken, desperate sound that I instantly release her arms and cup her face in my hands. Something breaks free and the tension melts from her body. Her big blue eyes are glassy with unshed tears, leaving her black lashes heavy with moisture. The vulnerability she shows cracks my heart in two. This girl is going to either be my salvation or pave the way to my damnation. Either way, she owns me.

  “Just don’t, Hutch. Please.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet holds so much emotion it could very well take me to my knees.

  What have I done and how do I fix it?

  I pull her to my chest, wrapping her up in my arms, providing her physical comfort when my words only seem to cause distress. At first she stiffens in my hold, but quickly relaxes into me on a sigh. I carefully back her towards the couch and sit, pulling her into my lap and holding her as I did last night. And just like last night, it feels completely right.

  “Talk to me, Kitten.”

  Lifting her head from my shoulder, she looks me in the eye before her gaze falls to her lap where she’s picking at the raveled edge of her t-shirt. Her breasts rise and fall with her uneven breaths. Emotions flit across her face, but her silence persists. Finally, she meets my eyes again, resolve reflecting back at me.

  “I can’t stand your pity.” She starts, taking a deep breath and releasing it on a sigh. “Look, I get that you regret what we did. I don’t care—that’s on you not me—but I can’t stand this hot and cold treatment.”

  “Wait, what?” I’m dumbfounded—truly and completely. She thinks I regret making love to her?

  “It’s okay, Hutch. I just want to go back home and put this whole mess behind me.”

  Oh, hell no. She’s out of her goddamn mind if she thinks she’s leaving me now that I’ve had her. She’s mine even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

  “I think you’re confused, Kitten. I don’t regret a single second of being deep inside that hot little cunt of yours. If I had my way, I’d bury myself inside you and never leave.”

  Her eyes are wide as saucers and full of confusion as she takes in my confession.

  “What I’m sorry for is not protecting you the way I should have.”

  I can see the moment it clicks in her mind because her cheeks heat to the most adorable shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I
could spend the rest of my days bringing that blush to her face and never get tired of it.

  “Protect me? You were upset you didn’t wear a condom, not that you made love to me?” She’s so unsure of herself, I could kick my own ass for making such a mess of things.

  I grip her hips and turn her so she’s straddling me, grabbing ahold of her lush ass I pull her tight to my body and rub her against my hard length. “That’s right, Kitten. I shouldn’t have taken you without protection. I’d love nothing more than to fuck my baby into you, but I would never forgive myself if you were hurt because of my actions.”

  “You’re clean right?” She asks warily.

  “Of course.” I know I sound indignant, but I can’t help it. As if I’d ever take that kind of risk with her.

  Confusion clouds her eyes. “I don’t understand. If not that, then what?”

  The serious direction of our conversation has me dropping my hands from her hips and clenching them into tight fists.

  “Kitten, I’m all kinds of fucked up.” Scrubbing my hands down my face I brace myself for possible rejection. “The shrinks say I have PTSD.” I laugh darkly before continuing. “Some big tough solider I am. I can’t even go to the fucking store without anxiety clawing its way through me to the point where I can barely breathe or think straight.”

  She looks at me with sad, understanding eyes. Instead of pulling away, she leans closer into my chest, giving me comfort while I expose my biggest shame.

  “I wanted you safe from me. If I put my baby in you, you’d be saddled with a broken man. When you first came here and found out who I was, you looked at me like I was a hero. I’m not hero. All I am is a shell of the man I use to be.”

  There is no hiding Blake’s look of disgust at my words. I grip her waist to lift her off my lap, the pressure of anxiety building in my chest making me want to run. Before I can move her, her hands cup my cheeks and she looks me square in the eye.

  “You listen to me, Hutch. You’re not fucked up. You’re not a shell of a man. What you are is a man that came back from war with scars. Not all scars show on our skin, some are soul deep, but they don’t make you broken. In fact, scars are pretty damned badass. They show you’re a survivor.”

  Is this girl for real?

  I have no idea how to respond to her declaration. I’ve felt like such a failure for so long, I can’t even wrap my head around what she said. She doesn’t give me a chance to respond to her before her lips are crashing down on mine in a soul searing kiss.

  That wicked little tongue of hers darts into my mouth, stroking against mine. Hands bury in my hair, lips crush to mine, and she rocks her hips. My cock instantly responds, growing thick and hard behind my zipper. I let her have her way and follow her lead with the kiss, giving her full control to use me for her pleasure.

  She moans into my mouth as I manipulate her hips into a slow roll over my erection. Fuck, she’s beautiful. I cup her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple causing it to pebble and another soft moan escapes her throat. Her grip becomes almost vicious as she takes and takes from my lips until her body stiffens above me. She rips away, shaking as her orgasm overcomes her.

  I take in the beauty of her release—the way her head is thrown back, hair tumbling around her shoulders, having fallen out of the knot she had it in. Her skin flushed pink and coated with a light sheen of sweat. Everything about her pleasure is breathtaking. She collapses against my chest, head cuddled into the crook of my neck. I run my hands up and down her back, petting her as her body comes down from the pleasure. She sighs in contentment and my heart is damned near bursting with love for this woman.

  "You're dangerous."

  "Oh yeah? And why's that, Kitten?"

  Her hands fist my shirt and I can see the thoughts running through her mind. She's trying to decide if she should tell me the truth or evade the question. She sits up in my lap looking at me earnestly.

  "Because you could make me fall for you." She whispers the words and they sound like a promise, not the warning she probably meant them as.

  Cupping her face in my hand, I trail my thumbs over the rosy blush on her cheeks. "Then I guess that means you're deadly, because I've already fallen."

  Shock flits through her expression, but I slam my mouth on hers before she has a chance to respond. Her eyes spark with renewed arousal as she groans into my mouth, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke.

  My cock is aching behind the confines of my jeans, but when she starts rocking back and forth it hurts so good. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through the layers of our clothes. She’s burning for me and I can’t wait to bury myself to the hilt inside her.

  Blake pulls at my shirt like the cotton is the most offensive thing she’s ever laid eyes on. I pause our kiss long enough to tug the shirt over my head, then my lips are back on her. Licking and kissing at her swollen lips, claiming them for my own while her small hands roam over my chest and shoulders like she’s trying to memorize every inch.

  Tangling my hands in her hair, I pull until she’s arching back, giving me access to lick and nip at her delicate neck. I place a gentle kiss to the spot where her pulse thrums just under the skin. The sound of rendering fabric fills the room as I rip the frayed material of her shirt from her body, baring the perfect globes of her breasts to me.

  She gasps and looks offended that I ripped her clothes. I won’t apologize, though, because they were in my way. Nothing is ever going to stand in my way of taking her.

  I latch onto her nipple and suck it deep into my mouth. Her gasp of annoyance morphs into a gasp of pleasure as I lap and suck at her pebbled flesh. I alternate between each breast, showing them equal attention. Unable to wait another second to be inside her, I push her up from my lap and yank her ridiculous shorts from her hips before shoving my jeans off. I pull her back down, lining up with her wet heat—desperately willing myself to have the strength to stop and wrap up if she asks it of me. I hate the idea of putting anything between us. I hate the idea of not filling her full of my seed and marking her as mine, and mine alone.

  “Kitten,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I want you to ride my cock. I want to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around me, squeezing me tight and milking my cum. I want to be buried deep when I fill you full and put my baby in you.”

  Glazed eyes meet mine and without a word Blake pushes herself down onto my length. Her exquisite heat surrounds me as she slowly takes each thick inch. She swivels her hips, trying to adjust to my size. I bite down on my tongue, willing myself to hold back. The last thing I want is to hurt her, but this pace is killing me.

  “Fuck you’re so tight. Fucking drenched for me.” I slowly thumb her clit, lightly rubbing the sensitive button. What feels like hours or days later, she finally loosens enough to sink the rest of the way onto me. Stuffed full, she breathlessly moans. Her pussy contracts around my length as I rub her clit with more pressure, building her into a quick orgasm.

  “That’s it, Kitten. Come all over my cock.”

  She’s still clenching my cock when I lift her by her ass and drop her back down, controlling her movements. Her lips part on a soundless scream as her orgasm builds and builds. Her nails bite into my shoulders, probably drawing blood, but I don’t give a fuck. My only care in the world is the heat surrounding my dick. The slick sounds of her pussy as I fuck up into her. The bounce of her full tits with every thrust.

  “Ohmigod…” Blake is mindlessly moaning, calling out to God and begging me to fuck her harder. To give her more. To never stop. What she doesn’t realize, is that I would rather die than stop. I do exactly what she begs for… I give her more.

  Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I roll it between my teeth, adding an edge of pain to her pleasure. I pinch her clit between my fingers as I pound up into her. Then she’s coming. Screaming to the heavens and soaking me with her release.

  I’m balancing on the edge, barely holding on. I’m seconds away from exploding, but I hold b
ack, lost to the vision that is Blake’s pleasure. She is completely wanton, not holding back a single ounce of herself. In this moment, I’m completely certain that I’ve fallen in love with this girl. At that realization, I let go of my resolve and bury myself so deep inside her, my cock kisses her womb. Hard jerks of my cock pump my seed into her unprotected womb while she shudders through the last of her orgasm.

  Once her breathing has evened out and I can feel my legs again, I stand with her still in my arms. She squeals and slaps my shoulder, demanding I put her down because she’s too heavy to be carried around. My hand cracks down on her bare ass cheek.

  “You’re a tiny slip of a thing. I could carry you all day.”

  Her already flushed face turns a shade redder at that and I can’t hide the smirk on my lips. I carry her to the bathroom, depositing her on the counter before turning to the shower. Once the water is the perfect temperature, I lift her again. Stepping under the spray with my precious bundle, I let her slide down my body until her feet are under her. Then I reach for the soap and worship her body as I clean her.

  I lather her hair, massaging her scalp longer than necessary when she moans in pleasure. The sound has my cock hard as a rock again. I might have just come harder than ever before, but I’m ready for another round. I know she’s tender. Her body stiffened as I washed her pussy, so I ignore my cock. He’ll just have to wait.

  When we are both clean, I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. Once it’s secure, I carefully dry every inch of Blake’s skin, kissing my way up and down her soft flesh.

  Her stomach lets out an angry growl. Her hands cover her face in embarrassment. “How mortifying!”

  I chuckle, dropping a kiss to her belly. “No, just a reminder that I need to take better care with my woman.” Standing, I pull her into me for a quick hug and kiss the top of her head reverently. “Let’s get you fed, Kitten.”