“No, I’m not going to tell you yet,” I answered. “You like it?” I ran my hand over the shortened sides and over the top. “It was driving me crazy how long it had gotten.”
“I like it.” She grabbed her phone to slip it into her pocket before moving toward me. Jillian reached up her hand to lightly run her fingers over my freshly cut hair, and I felt my dick instantly respond to her touch. “Kiss me, Hutch,” she whispered and then dropped her hand onto my shoulder.
Who was I deny her something she wanted? I leaned down to press my mouth against her, one hand gripping the nape of her neck, the other finding her left hip to pull her closer, and when our lips met, it was like nothing else mattered. Her mouth was welcoming me, our tongues wrapped together, and soft little moans escaped Jillian’s throat as our kiss deepened, her fingers digging into my skin. How could I ever think I could find this with someone else?
This...this was what I craved.
Jillian’s touch.
Jillian’s kiss.
Jillian’s everything, all at once.
“Jills,” I murmured softly. “If we don’t stop, we’re never leaving your apartment tonight, and as much as I want to bury myself inside your pretty little pussy again, I want to take you out and spoil the shit out of you.” I tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth.
Her green eyes were dark with molten lust when she pulled back. “Can I have both?” She smirked.
Fuck, my already hard cock liked that idea even better as it strained against my jeans. “Depends on whether you’re a good girl or not,” I teased, cupping her head with my hands. “I missed you so much,” I whispered.
A smile broke out on Jillian’s beautiful face, causing her entire face to light up. “I missed you, too.”
“Come on.” I tilted my head. “Let’s get out of here.”
***
Jillian clapped her hands together as she jumped up and down before she flung herself into my arms. “I can’t believe you brought me to the carnival,” she gushed, peppering kisses all over my face. “I haven’t been here since—”
“The last time I came with you.” I finished the sentence for her as I held her against my chest. “It felt right,” I added, placing her back onto her feet. “To come back where it all began.”
She nudged my side before hugging me. “Technically,” she said, “it started at the Egg, but I’m not sure that’s our place anymore.” She sounded almost sad when she said it, and I hated how I had ruined that for her because of Madison.
“Hey.” I placed a finger under her chin. “This is the place where I realized I was in love with you.” I searched her green eyes as she stared up at me. “We can still have the Angry Egg too. We can just set it on fire and rebuild it.” Her face broke into a smile before she burst into laughter. “Trust me, Jilly, any place is ours as long as we’re together.”
“Let’s get inside before it gets too busy.” Jillian untangled herself from my grasp, only to lace her fingers through mine. When I didn’t budge, her brows dropped, and I saw worry written all over her face. “Hutch?” She touched my chest lightly with her free hand.
A smile pulled at my lips. “Just trying to remember everything,” I assured her. “Which reminds me.” I slid my phone from my pocket. “Picture? You know, like the old days?”
Jillian instantly snuggled in close so I could take a selfie, which she immediately demanded to see before she made me send it to her, and then post to her Instagram, tag me in it, and then added the caption: “Where it all started.” I’d be lying if it didn’t make me happy, and maybe just a little more than greedy when I caught other guys staring at Jillian as we made our way into the carnival.
“Where to first?” She linked her arm through mine, oblivious to the stares, the gawkers, and the ogling as we walked around. How did I become the luckiest motherfucker in the world? “You feeling like taking a turn at the swings? Or maybe the rollercoaster first?” Her plump lips twisted into that smile I loved so much. “I know, baby, you want a caramel ap—”
I didn’t let Jillian finish her sentence. Instead, I crushed my mouth to hers instead, wanting her to know just how much I was feeling at that exact moment. It took only a second for her to react, her slim fingers digging in the front of my shirt before she kissed me back, and when we broke apart, her eyes sparkled with something they hadn’t before.
“You know what it does to me when you call me baby.”
“Baby, baby, baby.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Say that again, Jilly, and I’ll flip you over my shoulder like a caveman and take you back to your place, and we’ll never make it through this damn carnival tonight.”
When she started to open her mouth, I slapped my hand over it playfully, and she giggled happily, only to lick my palm. My dick was hard in an instant. “You’re being awfully bad tonight,” I hissed into her ear, dropping my hand from her mouth.
“You going to punish me later?” Jillian hooked her arm around my waist.
Jesus, she was trying to kill me tonight. “Is that...is that something you’re into?” I felt my face burn as I spoke.
Jillian shrugged. “No, but I’d be willing to try anything with you.” She must have realized what she had said because her face immediately fell. “I didn’t...Hutch, no, I don’t want to do that.”
“It’s okay, Jills. Don’t forget my therapy. If and when I’m ready to try something like that, I’ll let you know. Now come on, let’s go try out the swings first.” I dropped my arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world as we began to maneuver around the crowds of people. I was saving the Ferris wheel for the end of the night. I had big plans, and just the thought made me break out in a cold sweat despite the warm air that hung in the sky.
Jillian squeezed my side as we walked, and when she leaned into me while we waited in line, I realized just how happy this made me. We had a lot of things to work out, and a lot more to talk through, but I knew that we were meant for one another. Even after all this time.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jillian
“My Instagram is really blowing up.” I glanced up from my phone to find Hutch dragging his tongue over his caramel apple with a smirk on his face. White-hot desire made me squeeze my thighs, and I rolled my eyes. “Really?” I twisted my lips.
His smirk only widened across his handsome face. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you watched me,” he teased. “Wish it was you, Jilly?”
“Yes,” I barked and lowered my eyes. “Stop it, Hutch, or I’m going to have to pull you into the ladies room to have my way with you,” I warned. My phone blinked again with another Instagram notification. “People have questions,” I told him, trying to change the subject.
“What people?” Hutch asked, wiping his fingers with a napkin. “What kind of questions?”
I unlocked my phone and chuckled softly. “Rand wants to know when the fuck this happened, and is this why you aren’t returning his calls or texts.” I glanced up to find Hutch rolling his eyes. “Brooklyn replied with the heart eye emoji; Jo said I’d better text her tomorrow because she’d end me if I don’t, and Knox—”
“You’re fucking friends with Knox Carson?” Hutch snarled.
I raised my brows. “Relax, baby, Knox is married now.” I put my hand over his. “Last month, to a girl named Natalie he met on vacation with his parents. Small wedding that I attended solo, if you were curious.” I felt him relax. “Anyway, Knox commented that it’s about time.” I stopped so that I could swing both legs from the picnic table and then moved next to Hutch. “Let’s forget about this stupid shit,” I whispered, placing my phone down. “Tonight is about you and me.” I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Knox knows we’re back together.”
“That’s what you got out of that?”
Hutch shrugged and kept his eyes down on the table. “You know how I feel about that dick.”
“Hey.” I lifted his arm so I could move underneath
it. “Look at me.” When Hutch turned his face, I raised my hand to trail my fingers over his jaw. “I’m sorry that I brought him up.” I pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Want to get out of here?” My feet were killing me from this week’s classes, and I was exhausted.
“What about the Ferris wheel?” Hutch twisted his entire body to face me. “That’s the best part. But you look tired, Jills, so maybe we can come back another night.” Something in his voice told me he would be disappointed me if we didn’t go on that ride.
I shook my head. “Not yet.” I stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, baby, let’s go.” I tried to pull Hutch to his feet, but that was impossible.
He grinned at me. “Where should we go for our next date?” he asked as we moved along to the Ferris Wheel, swinging our hands in the air. Now that the crowds were starting to dwindle, the line wasn’t as long and we were able to get onto the ride right away.
“You’re going to take me on another date?”
“Unless you don’t want to.”
The bar was locked in front of us now. “I’d go out on a date with you every single night if I could.” I blushed when I said those words, but it wasn’t a lie. If I wasn’t so busy with my ballet studio, I could see us having as much fun as when we were kids.
“That could be arranged.”
I glanced over at Hutch to find him watching me with an intense gaze. “What?” I asked as a smile broke out over his face, but he just shook his head and reached for my hand.
“Just enjoying this, that’s all,” he admitted. “It seems like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?” Hutch asked as the ride came to a stop with us at the top. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Hutch...” I stopped when I realized what he was doing. He had a small black box in his hand. “Are you...what are you doing?” I stared at him as goosebumps broke out over my skin despite the warm breeze that came up from the water.
“Marry me, Jills,” he whispered. “I know it won’t be tomorrow or next week or even next month, but I should have done this years ago because you are the only woman for me. You’ve always been the only woman for me.” He flipped the box open to reveal a white gold diamond solitaire ring inside. I watched as it glittered under the lights. “I know I’m supposed to get down on one knee, but I can’t really do that right now.”
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” I cried as tears spilled down my cheeks.
Hutch stared at me like he couldn’t believe he heard the words come out of my mouth. “Yes?” he asked before he realized I had said the word he wanted to hear. “Shit, right.” He took the ring and slipped it onto my finger. “Can I confess something?” he asked as the Ferris wheel started moving.
“Kiss me first and then you can confess later,” I said before I kissed him instead. Hutch’s mouth was hungry when our lips met, and I whimpered as his tongue slipped and sliced against mine. It was obvious what was on our mind after this date was over tonight, and I intended to make sure he didn’t leave my apartment until tomorrow morning. “Take me home, baby,” I murmured as he pulled away.
***
How we ever managed to get back to my apartment without tearing each other’s clothes off; I will never know. When we got to my door, I stopped and turned to look up at Hutch with boldness in my eyes. “Do you want to come in?” I asked, knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Lust stirred in my belly, and when his eyes raked over my body before they landed on my face, I had to remind myself that we were in a public place, and that I couldn’t just climb the man like a tree.
“Do you need to ask me that?” He leaned closer, caging me in against the door. I licked my lips as he pressed his firm, muscular frame against mine. “I hope that you don’t have big plans for tomorrow, Jills, because you won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done with you,” he growled into my ear.
I couldn’t prevent the low moan that escaped my lips. “Promise?” I whispered, slipping my arms up his chest and locking them behind his neck.
“Let’s unlock the door so I can prove it.”
“Keys are in my front right pocket.”
He reached into my pocket to pull out my keys, unlocked the door, and ushered me into the apartment. I heard the front door slam behind us as he lifted me up and onto the couch. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” His lips landed on mine before I could respond, and I got flooded with his wet kisses.
Oh, how I had missed this. Hutch’s sweet mouth against mine, and the way his tongue darted between my lips. He was rougher than usual, but I was just as eager as he was, arching my hips against his as I clung to his back, and whimpering the longer the kiss went on.
“Fuck, I want you,” Hutch grunted as he broke away, his mouth moving down my neck, licking and nipping the soft spot on my collarbone. “Need to get these clothes off so I can touch you.” He slipped his hand up under my shirt and danced his finger across my ribcage as he flipped us over so that I was on top. “I love you, Jilly.” His brown eyes glistened with tears as he stared up at me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I love you too,” I assured him and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before I quickly pulled my shirt up over my head. The bra was next as I unhooked it from behind, slipping the straps down over my shoulders, and deposited it on the floor. Hutch reached up to cup my tits with his big, calloused hands, and my head instantly fell back as he tugged and pulled my nipples between my fingers. Heat and wetness flared between my thighs as I rubbed against him.
“Bring them closer, Jill,” he instructed boldly.
I leaned forward, only to have Hutch latch onto the left one, and I cried out as pleasure coursed through my veins. My hands went to his hair as he sucked, and I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t stop. “Hutch, baby, it feels good, too good, but I want your mouth, your cock, your fingers, inside me.” I moaned as he ran his tongue across my chest and over to my right nipple. “Fuck,” I whispered.
His eyes were nearly black as we stared at each other, his free hand reaching down to unbutton my shorts so he could slide it under my underwear. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” He flicked at my drenched clit. My eyes rolled back in my head before he removed his hand to bring it up to his mouth. “Sweet as I remembered.” Once again, he flipped us back over, shimmied off my shorts and underwear, then dragged his tongue between my wet folds.
“Hutch!” I called out his name as he did it again before one finger slowly inched its way inside my needy pussy. His tongue continued to lash at my clit, pleasure rocketed through my veins, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Hutch pushed a second finger which caused my body to bow, and my orgasm to hit me full force. I gripped his hair as I screamed his name while cascading waves rolled through my body. My body shook with pleasure and my toes curled against my feet, but when I was done, I thought I might never move again.
Hutch climbed up over me to pepper my lips with kisses. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured.
I cupped his dick with one hand. “You want something, baby?” I purred, and the groan that escaped his throat was more than enough to tell me the answer. Me. “Maybe we should get these jeans off,” I teased, reaching up to undo his button, and then pulling down the zipper. His dick strained against his boxers, showing me just how right I was.
Hutch stood up to kick off his jeans, yank off his shirt, and before he could move, I wrapped my hand around his length to slowly stroke him. “So good,” he whispered, his eyes watching my every move. “Stroke my cock, Jilly.”
Heat flared between my legs. Jesus, I guess he’d gotten more comfortable in the bedroom. I dropped to my knees to slowly drag my tongue over the tip of his cock and then opened my mouth to take him in. His hands found my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, pushing only enough to tell me what he wanted, and when I slid him all the way to the back of my throat, he released a primal noise that I felt all the way to my toes.
“Fuck, yes
, Jilly, that’s it.”
I whimpered at his words, and his grip tightened, tears slipping from my eyes, but I wanted this as much as Hutch. My lips moved up and down his dick, wanting to make him come, wanting to make him feel as good as he had made me. Hutch made a sensual sound, a rumble of pleasure, and then he came, filling my throat with salty lava. I sat back on my feet to gather myself together, my body once again humming with its own need.
“Jillian.” Hutch’s voice was gentle as he touched my face to tilt my head to look up at him. “Did I hurt you? Sometimes I get a little carried away.” He searched my face. “I guess you can say I’ve gotten a little more adventurous in the bedroom.”
I shook my head. “No, baby, I’m fine.” I wished that it had been me to be able to share in learning with him, but that was my fault. “I actually enjoyed that more than you know,” I assured him as I got to my feet. I let my gaze wander down his perfectly sculpted chest, his defined abs, and that amazing V that led me right down to his cock that was already starting to grow erect again. “You look like you’ve been working out more than ever.” I tilted my head as I met his heated gaze.
“That’s something I’ve always enjoyed doing, Jills.” He ran the back of his hand over my cheek. “Care to continue this in your bedroom?”
I nodded as I eased up onto my toes. “That sounds like a great idea, baby.” I pressed a kiss to his lips when he leaned down.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hutch
“That’s it, baby, don’t stop!” Jillian met my driving rhythm beat for beat as I pounded into her from above. We hadn’t stopped going at it since we arrived back at her apartment last night from the carnival. I felt the way her body trembled beneath me, that tell-tale sign that she was close to the edge, and when I reached down between her legs to pinch her clit between my fingers, she cried out, coming undone beneath me.
I buried myself as far as I possibly could inside her tight pussy, wrapped my arms around her back, and pressed my mouth against her neck as my release hit me. Jillian’s nails dug into my skin as she gripped my shoulders, and I grunted as every drop of cum slipped from my body.
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