“I like this a lot, Hutch. It feels different.” She moved up and then back down.
It took her a minute to find a good rhythm, but he helped her. He thrust up, every muscle in his body tense and wanting. “You feel different.”
Different than anything he’d had before. He matched her, finally synching up and letting himself go. He let go of anything but how good it felt to be here with her. Her head dropped back and he felt her tighten around him, sending him straight over the blissful edge.
She dropped onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, perfectly content that he was still inside her.
“I think you could push me a little more, Sir,” she whispered in his ear.
He flipped her over and kissed her.
He intended to push her all night long.
Chapter Seven
Hutch finished up the toast and stretched, pure satisfaction running through him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. He’d wrapped himself around her and slept like a baby.
He’d thought about waking her up with sex, but decided to prove he could feed her other hungers, too. She had to go back to work, and he was going to make sure she was ready.
Damn, but he was in a good mood this morning.
“Is any of that for me?” Kyle was already dressed, wearing slacks and a button-down shirt. He looked smooth and polished.
It was a good thing his Noelle seemed to prefer scruffy with a hint of nerd. Hutch was still all comfy in pajama bottoms and the T-shirt he’d worn the day before. “I was getting ready to cook the eggs. Scrambled okay? There’s coffee in the pot.”
“Excellent. If they’re good, I might forgive you for what you put me through last night.” Kyle reached for a mug. “I’ve seen far too much of you.”
Hutch shrugged because he wasn’t about to feel bad about that. It had been one of the best nights of his life. “Get used to it. I heard you’re in the training program at Sanctum. You’ll see a lot of everyone once you get on the dungeon floor.”
“Yeah, not sure that’s going to happen. Not at Sanctum.” Kyle took a sip of black coffee. “I’m in this training program because The Club doesn’t have one.”
The Club was another BDSM club run by a man named Julian Lodge. Lodge was one of the richest men in Texas, and he’d supplied much of the seed money for McKay-Taggart. In a lot of ways, The Club had been where Ian Taggart had learned how to run Sanctum. “Why would you play there?”
“Uh, I love my mom. I do not need to see that or hear about it or even be in the same space where it happens.” A shudder went through Kyle. “Dude, I know that lots of siblings play in the same club, but this is my mom and stepdad. It’s not happening. Julian is offering me a membership because he understands that as some of the kids grow up, they’re not going to want to play where their parents play, so he and Tag are switching off where they can. My brother’s thinking about doing it too.”
Hutch snorted. “Don’t expect those kids to go to Julian’s. I can see where that would work for you and David, but I don’t see it happening with the younger set. Nah, they’ll start their own and scare the shit out of their parents.”
“My sister already scares the shit out of me,” Kyle admitted. “Carys is fifteen and basically dating two guys, and we all ignore it. I’m convinced my stepdad genuinely thinks she’s simply hanging out with two guy friends—who buy her things, and when they think no one’s looking, hold her hands. Both of them.”
He didn’t see what was wrong with it. After all, Carys had two hands. “It works for Tristan’s parents.”
Tristan was Jake, Serena, and Adam’s oldest kiddo. He and Liam’s son, Aidan, had been trailing after Carys since they were all babies. Hutch thought it was sweet. And it really did work for Jake and Serena and Adam. They’d been married for fifteen years without much drama. The threesome still played every week at Sanctum. Serena seemed perfectly happy to have two men holding her hands.
“Yeah, well, Carys is in high school. It’s not known to be the most accepting place,” Kyle explained. “From what I can tell no one’s outed them yet because Aidan goes to a different school, but at some point, it’s going to come out and my sister will bear the brunt of it. No matter how confident Carys is, that’s going to hurt.”
He didn’t like to think about that. He’d watched those kids grow up, and now they were old enough that the world was going to start biting at them, taking its share of their souls. “I’ll take care of anyone who hurts her.”