CHAPTER 7
FALLON
The snow has been coming down for a while now and as beautiful as it is, it fills me with anxiety. Every flake feels like danger, and I know how irrational that sounds. It’s because we can’t leave, we’re stuck here.
I didn’t have a problem being here with Hutch, not even a little bit, but that was when we had the ability to leave if necessary. I don’t doubt Hutch’s ability to protect me if someone comes for me and I’m hoping like hell that doesn’t happen. Still, it could.
Then what? No one can get to us to help, and we can’t leave if we need help.
After the very erotic sight of Hutch chopping wood, which, frankly, should be fucking illegal even though it was necessary, I couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees for him. I could see it in his eyes, something was holding him back and I wanted to demolish whatever wall he had been building between us as he chopped wood. I swear with every downswing of the axe, I felt a brick slide into place.
That wasn’t going to work for me.
If a blowjob was required to be a wrecking ball, to reconnect us, then I was all for it. Trust me, it was far from a hardship. There’s something about that man which makes me want to please him and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life than when I was on my knees in front of him.
Afterwards when he wrapped me up in his arms, his jeans still undone and barely holding their position on his deliciously cut hips, his voice was a rumble, “There’s a big storm rolling in.” Even while knowing I was safe with him, I tensed with his arms. “Don’t worry,” he tried to soothe me, “I have more than enough supplies stored here. We get more than a few storms that roll through during Winter. I’m always stocked for the possibility. The only thing I needed to do was make sure enough wood was split and out of the elements as much as possible.”
“I trust you, Hutch,” I whispered against his chest even as fear started to grip me.
I’m not anxious because I don’t think Hutch is capable, I know he is. I’m anxious because there’s no escape. It makes me feel like I’m back in that hotel room and watching those guys break into my place. It’s scary as hell and I’m not sure what to do about it.
We’ve tried playing cards and even a board game, but my concentration is shot to hell. Hutch has kicked my ass, badly, at every game we’ve tried and that is not how I normally roll. Growing up with Bodhi made me competitive, especially when it comes to games. I was never able to beat him at anything physically and made it my mission to be able to dominate in other ways.
Gin? I’m the family’s reigning champion.
Hearts? I’ll shoot the moon so fast that it makes you dizzy.
Trivial Pursuit? I’m a sponge for knowledge both useful and useless.
Monopoly? I’m a shark who has caused Bodhi to flip the board more than once.
But right now I’m sucking and it’s all because I can’t shake the knowledge that we’re stuck. Stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
What if something happens? What if someone does come for me and Hutch is injured while protecting me? What if I’m injured? What if the generators fail and the fire in the hearth isn’t warm enough?
“Beautiful,” Hutch’s voice is gentle when he should sound annoyed at me because I can’t relax. I look into his gorgeous hazel eyes and get lost for a moment. Just a moment. But it’s enough. There’s a small, soft smile on his face that has me taking a breath when it feels like I haven’t been able to for far too long. “What about this storm has you freaking out?”
I cover my face with my hands, hating that he’s seen into the depths of me and knows that I’m afraid. I don’t want him to think it has anything to do with him. It doesn’t. I’m afraid for him; I’m afraid for me.
Hutch’s grip is gentle as he captures my wrists and pulls my hands away from my face. There’s no judgement written on his features, but that only makes me feel worse about this whole thing. He’s been trying so hard to ease my fears, and not just about the storm, while trying to find a way to keep my mind off the storm raging outside and the one that my life has become.
He’s a good man.
Probably the best man I’ve ever met.
Which is why I’ve been falling for him. It hasn’t been gradually. My heart and soul have jumped in completely with both feet, not caring about what the abyss of something so big holds.
“Tell me, Fallon,” there’s an edge to his voice, a warning.
It’s something I can’t ignore. “I’m scared,” I admit, and his face softens. “I know you’ll protect me with everything in you, but the storm means that if we need help then it won’t come, and we can’t get out.” I swallow hard and fight back against the tears threatening to fill my eyes; now is not the time to fall apart completely. “I know that if I were to be injured then you’d risk yourself to get me to the help I need, but what if you’re the one who gets hurt? I’m not strong enough to carry you down the mountain,” I try for a bit of levity, but it falls flat.
The smile that Hutch tries to hide has me narrowing my eyes. This is serious. He stands from his small table where the discarded board game lays between us. His steps are measured but deliberate as he rounds the table.
The way he moves—so graceful and predatory—has me freezing in place. He’s a predator, the muscles of his broad chest are a moving symphony of beauty. I should be running, but I don’t want to.
I want to be caught.
I want him to fight my fears and banish them.
I want him to make me forget.
I need it.
Desperately.
While I expect him to haul me up against his chest, he surprises me by holding his hand out for me to take. The way he offers this connection while looking like he has all the time in the world to wait for me to be ready, feels so much bigger than this moment. It feels like far more than a hand in front of me, it feels like a future.
One I’ve longed for without even realizing it.
When my hand slides into his, his grip tightens but it’s not painful. It’s firm. Resolute. The feeling grounds me and I take a deep breath. His touch is a gift, one which allows me to fight back my fear on my own.
My eyes are big and round as I look up at him, amazed that a simple touch, a simple gesture, can help me so much. He doesn’t pull me up, but I stand anyway.
“You sure?” There’s a hint of vulnerability in his voice because he knows he’s offering so much more than a night, so much more than a helping hand in the darkness.
I melt against him and wrap my free arm around his neck, wishing I was closer, wishing my bare skin was pressed against his. “Make me chase away my fear and forget all of it,” my whispered words are a plea.
The press of Hutch’s mouth to mine is different this time. There’s a softness there, a promise, which has me clinging to him like he’s a lifeline. In this moment, it feels like he is, one I welcome, one I need.
Hutch releases my hand, and I whimper against his lips at the loss, but then he’s right there, his hands roaming over my body, shoring me up and making me feel like the ground I’m standing on is stable. It’s a feeling I don’t want to lose. Ever.
His hands slide down my back until he’s kneading my ass in his large hands. Using the hold that he has on me, he lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist. The action feels natural and maybe it is.
My lips part and he swallows down my keening moan before his tongue slides against mine. Then we’re moving deeper into his cabin and into his room. I’ve been sleeping in his bed since he carried me in the first time, but all he’s done is hold me.
I know he’ll be doing much more now and I’m ready. I want it. Need it.
“Hutch,” I whimper as he pulls back, “please I need you.”
As we stare into each other’s eyes, something passes between us, a binding, a claim, a vow. It’s powerful and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There is no way I can ever walk away from it and having no idea what that means or looks like in the future doesn’t matter or scare me.
“I want everything you’re offering,” my words are whispered softly because I’m afraid to break this spell by being any louder.
“Good,” he rumbles.
Hutch gently lays me down in the middle of his bed before his hands start to map out the dips and curves of my body. Every touch is measured, a choreographed dance that leaves me naked and laid out before him like an offering. A gift. An offering. A boon.
And that is how he looks at me.
As he stands and begins to strip, I hope he’s able to see that I view him the same way. It has nothing to do with the hard planes of his body that he reveals to me; it’s him. The man who is determined to protect me and who sees far more than I’ve ever willingly shown anyone else.
When he’s standing in front of me, he looks like a victorious warrior. But I see the scars, the pain, and the need to seek peace. I want to kiss the raised edges, soothe the ache, and be his salvation.
“What are you thinking?”
I take in the way he strokes his hard cock before I look into his eyes and murmur, “How funny life is sometimes. I was running from something, but I had no idea that I was running toward something at the same time.”
Hutch’s breath hitches and then he’s kneeling on the bed, kissing and nipping at my skin. My calves. My thighs. My hips. My stomach. My ribs. My breasts.
“I’ve been waiting, but I didn’t know I was waiting for you to arrive,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue slides along my collarbone as his weight settles over me and his hazel eyes are filled with an adoration that makes everything else disappear. His shaft slides between my pussy lips and he groans. “I can feel you dripping for me, Beautiful.”
“Please,” my hands grip his shoulders, my nails biting in his skin, “I need you inside of me. I want to feel you stretch me.”
His head tips up and I watch as the cords of his neck strain with the movement. “Fucking hell, Fallon,” there’s an admonishment in his voice that has me grinning. When he tips his head back down and looks at me, a smirk plays on his lips that is sexy as hell. “I’m going to slide my cock inside of you bare and you’re going to be a good girl and take all my cum.”
My body shivers and even though it might not make sense, I crave his seed. I swallow hard and know I need to tell him, to warn him. “I’m not on anything,” I force the words out. “It wasn’t necessary.”
Hutch pulls his hips back and I feel when the head of his cock finds my entrance. He starts to push inside of me, the sensation overwhelming. “Good girl,” he growls.
I gasp as the weight of his praise settles on my heart. But before I can think too hard, he punches his hips forward and I’m filled completely by his length. I moan loudly as I wrap my body around him and bury my face in his neck.
“Fuck,” he barks out.
I can feel the strain in his body as he holds himself still. I’ve never felt so full or felt this kind of aching stretch.
“Move,” I beg.
Something snaps inside of Hutch as he pulls out until only the tip remains before slamming into me. And then I’m lost. To the way it feels to be filled by him. To the sensual pace he sets and the way my body moves with him to meet him, to accept him.
The world blurs, but he remains in focus. Always clear and bright. A star. A comet.
Our breathing is hard and fast as he fucks me. We climb together and then I’m teetering on the edge.
His lips brush against mine and now he’s the one begging. “Give it to me Fallon,” he grits out, “and I’ll fill you up.”
The thought of his cum filling me, of being tied to him, of his seed taking root, sets me off. The orgasm that rips through me is relentless, but I welcome it. Because he is the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists.
I’m all feeling. All sensation.
And then I feel it. Each jet of his cum against my walls has warmth cascading through me.
He rolls us without pulling out and I’m draped across his chest, no longer worried about the storm outside. Because in here, with him, there is only peace.