She pushed up, resting a hand on his chest, and looked down on him.
“Admit it, Hutch.I’m a genius.”
“I’ll admit it, even if I don’t know what you’re genius at.”
She grinned big.
Her hair a mess from sex, her lips swollen, her eyes bright.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“This friends with benefits thing is gonna rock,” she decreed.
It was going to be a disaster.
But taking in her shining, sated eyes, feeling her happy vibe, he knew, if she wanted him, he was going to give himself to her, give this feeling to her, taking her in return, for as long as it took for it to blow up in both of their faces.
Because Ranger Emmett “Hutch” Hutchison could no sooner stop himself from spreading harm and misery to the people he cared about than he could quit breathing.
It was in the genes.
SEVENTEEN
Friends with Benefits
Mabel
Monday morning, I didn’t wake up to a Post-it note.
I woke to my hair being gently tucked behind my ear.
My eyes slid open and to the side, and there was Hutch, his stubble, his mustache…him.
“Got dogs to feed, babe,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back.
“Took Tonks out.Both are fed.You’re good for a lie in.”
He was the best.
“Thanks.”
“Be back at one.”
“Right.”
He smiled.
I experienced cardiac arrest.
I’d never seen him smile.A hitch of his lips, at most.
A full smile,never.
It was…
Magic.
