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.
