This was a place that was only for them.
His right hand moved around her waist to settle against her clit, and the minute he rubbed her, she couldn’t hold back another second. The pleasure hit her like a wave and she cried out, not caring that someone might hear her. She was everything Hutch had said she was.
His.
She felt him stiffen behind her and he went wild, pumping into her until he finally fell to the bed beside her.
He had the sweetest smile on his face as he helped her up to join him. He kissed her and smoothed back her hair. “You’ll be careful at work.”
He was compromising. She could do the same. “I will. I promise. I won’t take any chances.”
“Because we’re together now and we have to take care of each other,” he said. “We have to honor what’s important to each other. You are the most important thing to me.”
He was going to make her cry but he kissed her again, and she let him take over. She let everything float away and trusted in her Dom.
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you ever listen to anything I say? Anything?” Kyle stood in the living room, a mug of coffee in one hand as he pointed to the clothes on the floor.
Hutch bit back a grin and scooped up Noelle’s clothes. He had to stop tossing her underwear around every time she slept with him or she would get the wrong idea. “My living room in my house is a perfectly safe place.”
“It’s not safe for me.” Kyle shook his head and moved to the windows that overlooked his front yard and driveway. He stood there staring out. “And tell your girl she’s not very quiet. I need earplugs.” He turned slightly, one side of his mouth curving up in a half smile. “Congrats, though. I take it you two are now solidly together? Or are you playing it by ear?”
“Together. I’m not playing at all.” He tossed Noelle’s laundry in the basket with his own. Being here at his place had some drawbacks, but having a full washer and dryer he didn’t have to go two floors down to find was not one of them.
And having access to his kit hadn’t been one of them either. Tonight he would introduce her to the crop, and maybe some handcuffs. She seemed to like being bound.
“Excellent, because having spent time with her, I think she would be good for you,” Kyle said quietly. “I think she’s a good woman.”
“You think?”
Kyle shrugged. “You can never be a hundred percent sure. People can trick you.”
He knew that better than most. “Yes, but only some people. A woman like Noelle would never trick me.”
“I hope so.” Kyle sighed and then moved to the kitchen. “So why do you not have dishes? You have coffee mugs and a bunch of barware, but you seem to run on paper plates.”
“He had a crazy ex. She tossed them at his head when she found him playing video games with the guy she was cheating on him with.” Noelle walked out of the hallway looking sunny in a yellow dress and white flats.
“That’s a good explanation,” Kyle said with a laugh. “You have a creative mind.”
“She does, but not about this. I really did have every plate and bowl I owned tossed at my head because I wasn’t sad enough,” he admitted.
“I still don’t think she was your worst.” Noelle grabbed a mug. “He was friends with benefits with a woman CIA operative who threw knives at him after she realized he only considered her a friend.”
“Kelly with the knives. Good times.” He’d been grateful she’d only been trying to make him pee his pants.
“You told the new girlfriend about the old ones? Isn’t that something you shouldn’t do for a couple of years?” Kyle asked, pouring Noelle some coffee.
They’d been up most of the night. When he hadn’t been on top of her, they’d lain in bed and talked. They’d talked about sex and their previous relationships and how sad his had been. He probably should have glossed over a couple of those, but he’d been honest with her. She’d told him how hard it had been to date in college, how hard it still could be because being in a relationship with her meant adapting to moving slower, to planning out every date to accommodate her needs.
His heart had clenched because she’d been trying to warn him.
She didn’t understand that making things comfortable and easy for her would be one of his favorite things in life. He liked planning. It was a thing no one understood about him. He enjoyed the notion that he could be important to someone he cared about. Hell, once he’d given up a year of his life, walked willingly back into hell because a man he thought of as a brother had asked him to. He wasn’t about to be scared off at the prospect of not being able to take Noelle on a particularly rugged hike.