The moment I released him, he went running toward the Robinson house. Not our house, the one where his girlfriend was. Which only meant one thing. Jillian would hear about this before I had a chance to explain myself.
Chapter Eleven
Jillian
I stared at my cell phone during one of my first breaks during dance class. I had so many text messages from my sister and Hutch that I wasn’t sure where to start. From what I could tell, something had happened between the brothers after I left, and Hutch had tried to get to me first so that he could explain.
Hutch: I’m sorry.
Hutch: Fuck, it’s not what you think, Jills.
Hutch: Damn, I need to talk to you in person. I hate texting. Which is weird because talking is harder for me.
Hutch: Not with you.
Jo: Hutch punched Pat this morning.
Hutch: I hit my brother this morning.
Hutch: He asked me if we were having sex.
Jo: WTF, Jill? Why would he do something like that?
Hutch: I didn’t say anything to him. I swear to God, Jillybean.
Jo: What a dick. You need to stop seeing him.
I closed my eyes. This felt like high school drama all over again. My sister wanted to me to pick sides. Hutch just wanted to tell me the truth.
Jillian: Baby, it’s okay. *heart emoji*
Hutch: I thought you hated me. *heart emoji*
His response surprised me. In the short time we had been seeing one another, not once had Hutch used an emoji. He must have been really worried about what I would think.
Jillian: I’ll see you at lunch.
“Boy troubles?” Madison’s voice drifted into my space.
I slipped my phone back into my bag before I shut and locked the door. “Mind your own business,” I warned Madison before I went back to class, but now I was worried. More about Hutch than anything else. I believed him of course, but why would Pat say something that he knew would upset this brother?
When I walked down the street to meet Hutch for lunch, I did not expect to find him the nervous wreck he was when I walked into the shop. His blond hair was standing up, which meant he had been pulling on it all day, his normal clean area was full of parts and tools, while his face had streaks of oil and God knows what else. His face was pinched tight with stress, but when he saw me, his features softened slightly.
“Hey.” I smiled when Hutch took a step toward me. I raised my hand to point to my cheek. “Here.” I grabbed a napkin and ran it under the water cooler before I brought it up to his face. “You look like you’re having a rough day, baby.” I wiped the mess from his face.
Hutch nodded. “It’s...yes. Let me wash up.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead moved back to wash his hands, leaving me to wonder if it was the fight with his brother or something more.
Once Hutch was washed up, we went to sit in the back at the picnic table to eat. I usually sat across from him, but today I made sure to sit next to him. I felt like he needed that. We had our usual egg salad, apple, and granola bars, but when he only picked at his food, I nudged his arm. “Start talking,” I whispered. “Tell me what happened this morning.”
Hutch kept his eyes down on his food. “Pat asked me if we were having sex.” He tore a piece of bread from his sandwich. “I told him to mind his own business, and then Pat made some comment about you giving me oral.” He paused to glance over at me. “So I hit him.”
“Hutch.”
“I know, I know, but he shouldn’t say shit like that.”
I swung my right leg over the bench so that I was straddling it. “Hutch, baby, look at me.” When he didn’t, I tugged on his arm until he twisted himself into the same position I was in.
“That was very honorable. Very alpha of you.” I watched his ears turn pink. “You need to fix things with your brother.” I held up my hand before he could object. “Not now because tonight it’s clearly not going to happen.” I slid closer so that our bodies were touching. “Can I tell you something, Hutch Kelly?” He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. God, he was so fucking sexy when he got embarrassed. I had a feeling that once I got him out of shell, he was going to be a monster in bed.
I stood up, craving to press my lips against Hutch’s ear. “What you did made me so fucking wet,” I whispered. “I wish that we were at your apartment right now so you could eat my pussy and make me come all over your tongue.” I rolled my tongue against his earlobe before I sat back down. And would you look at that?! The look on his face was priceless.
Heat rolled from Hutch’s body while fire burned in his eyes. When I dropped my gaze to his crotch—the bulge in his pants was more than obvious, and I had to stop myself from cupping it with my hand.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jills.” He gritted his teeth before he glanced over his shoulder to make sure Zed wasn’t watching.
“My lunch is over. Don’t want to be late.” I started to stand back up, but not before Hutch grabbed me and slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue plundering my mouth.
This...this is what I loved about him. His control. His dominance over me. His blatant desire for me. Each day, he was showing more and more of himself, and I had a feeling I would meet the real Hutch Kelly soon. Wait, was this love? Did I love Hutch? I gripped his shoulders as the kiss deepened, little moans escaping my throat, and realized I had in fact fallen in love with him.
Hutch pulled back as his hand gripped my bun tightly. “You’re a bad girl when you want to be,” he growled, “aren’t you?” His brown eyes were nearly black with want.
I shrugged. “For you,” I teased before Hutch finally let me stand up. “See you tonight?” I knew the double date thing had fallen through, but hoped he still wanted to spend time with me.
“Of course.”
“Text me when you get home. I’ll come over.”
Hutch swung his legs over the bench so that he could stand up. “Right here, Jillybean.” He pressed two fingers to his mouth. “One more before you go.” He leaned forward, and just as I stood up onto my toes, his arm snaked around my waist so he could yank me against his hard, chiseled chest.
“See you later,” Hutch promised as his lips met mine.
***
The rest of the day seemed to move by slower than normal. Something felt different with Hutch when I left him. I don’t know if it was the fact that I realized I was in love with him or what, but I couldn’t want to see him tonight. Not that that was any different than usual either. We had been spending pretty much all of our free time together since our first kiss. But tonight...tonight just had a special feel to it.
“Jillian, wait!”
I was halfway up our walkway when Pat called out to me. I stopped, folded my arms across my chest, and turned to face him. It wasn’t that I was mad at him, well, maybe I was, but I just didn’t want to talk to him. I wanted to change out of my ballet clothes, shower, and get ready for my date. Or whatever this was.
Pat came to a stop in front of me as he ran a hand through his short blond hair. “I know you’re pissed at me.” His shoulders slumped forward. “You have every right to be, but I didn’t mean to...fuck.” He sighed softly.
I had always noticed the similarities now between Hutch and Pat. The hair, the eye color, but that was about it. Hutch, of course, was more handsome, taller, had the better body, but I didn’t know Pat the way I knew Hutch. “It’s not me you should apologize to,” I pointed out.
“That’s true, but I do need to thank you.”
My brows shot up. “Thank me? For what?” I had no idea what he was talking about right now.
“Can we sit for a second?” Pat pointed to the chairs on the porch. “My feet are killing me from standing all day.” Jo had mentioned he had taken a job at the supermarket. Once we were seated, Pat chewed nervously on his lips. “You’ve helped Hutch more than you know. He’s like the Hutch he was before. He’s turning back into the big brother that used to not take my shit,
hitting me, pushing me around, and I...” His voice lodged in his throat as he turned away, but not before I saw the tears in his eyes.
I touched his arm. “I haven’t done anything,” I assured him.
“Jill, you have. Whatever is going on between the two of you, is bringing my brother back to me.” Pat glanced down at his hands. “Before he started hiding away, not talking, Hutch was the most popular kid at Ocean View High.” He met my surprised gaze. “I’m not even kidding. The girls fucking loved him, he had tons of friends, was never home, and gave me so much shit. Not in a bad way, but in a big brother way. That changed when he came home from camp, but now?” A smile tugged at his lips. “I see pieces of that version of Hutch again.” Pat took my hand then, softly caressing it. “Because of you, Jill. I’m just afraid that when you leave, he’ll go back to being the mute.”
I yanked my hand away. “Don’t call him that, Pat,” I hissed just as I caught sight of my sister skipping up the sidewalk.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
I sat back in my chair as Jo looked between the two of us. “Everything alright?” She moved closer to her boyfriend like I might claw his eyes out.
“Peachy. I’m going to shower now,” I announced as I stood up. “I have plans with my boyfriend.” The words tumbled from my mouth so easily. Hutch and I hadn’t discussed anything about what we were or weren’t, but that didn’t matter. I knew what we were. “We’re good, Jo, don’t worry.” I added before she could even ask. I would deal with my sister in private.
Once I had showered, I took my time getting changed. The dress from the other night that I had teased Hutch about still hung on my closet door and as I removed it, I wondered if tonight was the night. I brought it up to my body, admiring the soft fabric, the dark blue color, and thought about what he would think when he saw me in it. The dress was short, hardly coming to my knees, and had tiny thin straps that would require me to wear a strapless bar. I had to have the dress the moment I saw I hanging in the store window. I quickly removed the towel I had wrapped around my body before I found the perfect bra and a matching thong to wear. Then I slipped the dress over my head to stare at myself in the mirror.
Would Hutch like this dress or would he think it was too much or too little? Would he even notice I had it on when he got home? Sometimes when Hutch returned from one of his therapy sessions, he’d be utterly exhausted, moody, and didn’t want to do anything other than eat dinner before we made out on the couch and he’d nestle between my legs. Other times, Hutch would be cheerful, tossing me onto the bed and demanding that I eat his cock because that’s what he wanted right then. I never knew which version I would get.
As I dug out a pair of sandals to wear, I knew I approved of the dress which was really the only thing that mattered in the end. I knew Hutch found me attractive. He told me all the time, but was that the only connection we had or did he love me like I loved him?
Chapter Twelve
Hutch
Tonight’s session with Megan had worn me out. I had told her what had happened with Pat this morning and how I had instantly regretted it. I knew it was about standing up for Jillian, but she had asked me if maybe I was trying to defend myself. Was it? I didn’t think so, but now, all I wanted to do was go home, share some peanut butter cookies with Jills, and snuggle on the couch. It wasn’t always about the oral. I could just cuddle with my girl.
“I’m home,” I announced as I shoved my shoes into the corner of the room. I noticed how she had dimmed the lights as I locked the door behind me. “Jills?” I called out her name as she appeared before me. “Fuck, what are you wearing?” I whispered as my eyes moved over her body.
She tilted her head. “Do you like it?” she asked. “It’s the dress I told you about the other night.”
“You call that a dress?” I grunted as I took a step forward. It hit her mid-thigh and I wondered if she even had a bra on. My dick stirred inside my jeans as I imagined stripping it off, my hands roaming all over her skin.
“You hate it.”
I shook my head. “Fuck, Jillybean, I love it.” I cupped her face in my hands. “But no one else is ever going to see you in this because I will have to resist the urge to kill every man that even looks in your direction,” I warned before I pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as her tongue found mine and her soft little sighs began to fill the room.
“I want you, Hutch,” Jillian whispered. “I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, and I want you to—”
I froze. “Jillian, you know I want that, but I can’t.” I turned so that my back was to her, pulling at my hair. “You know how much I want to fuck you, feel you wrapped around me, but...” My voice caught in my throat.
Jillian’s hand gripped my wrist, her eyes shining with understanding and adoration, before she said, “Baby, it’s okay. I’ll wait as long as you need me to. Forever if that’s what it takes.”
God, what had I done to deserve this beautiful woman in my life?
When I just kept staring at her, my eyes blazing with desire, she rasped out, almost begging me, "Kiss me, Hutch."
Whatever ounce of control I had in me, snapped. The strings binding me loosened, almost broke, as I lunged for her mouth.
Before I even realized it, I had picked Jillian up to carry her to the bed, and her dress—so fucking perfect—was bunched up around her waist while she rubbed against my ever-growing erection. Her nails dug into my arms as she nipped and pulled on my lips as my hands tugged on her hair. I flipped her around so that she was straddling me, my fingers finding purchase in pulling her nipples.
“Wait.” Jillian’s voice came out raspy as she stopped to yank her dress up over her head. “Hutch.” She met my eyes with lust in her greens. “Let me...let me feel you.” She reached down to pop the button on my pants.
“Jills,” I warned with lust in my veins.
She shook her head. “No, just...” She pulled my cock out from my pants, hard and ready just for her. “I want to just feel you.” Jillian raised her hips to slip her thong off, something I had completely missed, and glided the head of my dick between her soaking wet lower lips. “Like this.” she moaned as she rocked her body against mine.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hissed as pleasure rocketed through me. “Stop, right now,” I hissed out my warning, already feeling on edge. If she kept that up, I was going to come undone. There was no doubt in my mind.
Jillian leaned forward to run her tongue over my top lip. “Feels so good having you nestled between my legs.” Her voice hung with desire. She wasn’t telling me something I didn’t already know. My hands gripped her waist as she slowly rolled her hips over mine, her clit bouncing over my shaft, soft little mewls escaping her mouth. “Hutch, you’re so big,” Jillian purred.
I tangled my hand in her hair so I could yank on her bun. “Jillian, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to do that. Not yet,” I warned as a sexy little smirk slid over her face. “You like teasing me, don’t you?
“I do.” Her hips rolled again, and this time, she reached up to pinch her nipples between her fingers. That was hot; not going to lie. “Let me come, Hutch. Your dick makes me feel so good, baby,” she moaned softly, rocking vigorously against me.
“Jillian.”
“Please.”
I growled so deep in my chest that I nearly scared myself. “Come all over my cock, Jilly.” I watched mesmerized as she milked me. Her pussy sliding over my shaft, her back arched. I pulled her closer to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I felt that familiar tingle start up my spine, the one I knew meant I was getting close, as Jillian moved above me.
“Oh, Hutch, God, yes!” she cried out as her wetness dripped between us. “Going to come.” Jillian’s big green eyes stared down into mine just as she locked her lips with mine, and I felt every muscle in my body grow tense as the raging fireball inside me finally burst into flames.
Jillian slumped against me as she started to com
e down from her high, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She moved to ease her body onto the mattress, but I held her firmly against me. She raised her head to look at me. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean—”
I kissed her, turning her so that her back was pressed against the bed. “That was the most amazing experience of my life.” I dropped wet kisses against her mouth, her jaw and neck, before I met her eyes. “Honestly, Jilly, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.” I tugged on her bottom lip. “It was hot as fuck. Hearing you talk dirty to me like that...” My dick was already starting to get hard again.
“Yeah?” Jillian’s cheeks burned pink.
I grinned. “Going to come,” I growled before I buried my face in her hair. “Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” I reached down to grip her ass in my hands.
Jillian sighed happily. “Want to do that again?”
“Do you even have to ask me?”
***
I had started to skip my Saturday morning workouts. Mostly because I didn’t want to untangle myself from Jillian and leave her alone. I liked waking up with her in my arms. She was so warm, so soft, and just perfect. I stared at her as she slept. Unable to resist the urge, I brushed a piece of hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss to her temple.
If I wasn’t in love with Jillian before, I certainly was now.
Last night had been...more than I could have imagined. After the first time we dry humped, we did it again, ordered a pizza from Ocean View Pizza, and did it again while we waited for the delivery guy. I might be addicted to the feeling of her wet pussy gliding over my shaft, but I could only imagine what it might be like to stick my dick inside her for the real deal.
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