The Distraction

Untitled Part 19

The old Hutchins place is a large brick colonial with white trim and blackshutters. I've been here a few times when Autumn dragged me to holidaysand always loved the house. It sits on an acre of bright green, well-tendedgrass with the most perfect cobblestone walkway. It's picture-perfect.We walk hand in hand up the walkway, the picnic basket in Hunter'sother hand and it's like I'm in a dream. The mere thought that Hunter hasbought this place from Ron with the intention to... what? Live here? Be withme? Build a life in his hometown? It seems surreal. My heart is sufferingfrom major whiplash.As we enter, he places the picnic basket on the island in the kitchen as wepass it before pulling me up the grand wooden staircase. He's tugging me,speeding me up like he can't wait to get where we're going. His impatiencemakes me smile and draws a quiver from my nether regions."In a rush, big boy?" He stops at my words, turning to me, a step above,and dips to press his lips to mine."It's been forever since I've been inside of you. Fuck yeah, I'm in arush," he says when he releases me. I throw my head back in a startled laugh,but Hunter isn't playing around. Instead, he lifts me, cradling me in his armslike a new bride as he scales the last few steps.A foot kicks in a door right off the stairs and he was not kidding - thisreally is his childhood bedroom. The walls are covered in band posters and anorange and black Springbrook Hills High pennant. On the mahogany desk inthe corner, I see a picture of Hunter, Tanner, Luna's brother, Zander, andTony in football uniforms, smiling at the camera, young and handsome."You were a hottie when you were a kid.""And now?" He crawls up my body after placing me gently on the bed. Asmile plays on my lips."Are you fishing for compliments, Mr. Hutchins?" God, I feel giddy, alightness in my soul that I'm not sure I've ever experienced."Oh, no, I don't need to go fishing for them. I just need to get you all hotand bothered and you start handing them out on your own." I laugh, but also,it's the truth."Hmm, so why don't you get on to that, yeah?" My lips are pressedagainst his, breath mingling with his as my hand creeps up into his hair.Instead of answering, his mouth is on mine, devouring me in the mostbeautiful, gentle way.Unlike any other time we've been together, this feels unhurried and atease. Like Hunter coming to terms with himself, coming back to me,admitting his feelings lifted something.If I had allowed myself to daydream about this, about us being togetheragain after everything happened, I would have imagined frantic lust, handsand teeth and a lack of restraint. This is anything but.My hands slowly explore his body, relearning the curves and muscles, hisflat stomach and hard back. Slowly, I inch his shirt up before he helps meout, crossing his arms behind his head to grab the back and pull it off.His callused hand dips under the staff tee and cami I still have on, tuggingit over my head. Leaving me in a thin, grey sports bra and a pair of soft,athletic shorts. Shoes and socks were removed sometime earlier, but all I canthink about now is his thumbs inching towards my nipples, hard and peekingthrough the thin cotton.His eyes are on his thumb as it softly, so soft it's a ghost of a touch,grazes the peak and a quiet, desperate moan escapes my lips. "Hunter."Meeting my gaze, he looks at me with a satisfied smirk, sensing my need.Instead of sliding off the fabric as I hoped, he leans down, places his mouthover the thin cotton and sucks, mouth pulling fabric and skin into his mouthwith fierceness. My back bows off the bed as a low moan creeps out of mychest. His teeth nip before he stares at his handiwork, the light grey turningdark in a wet circle."Hunter, take it off, I want to feel you." I buck my hips to try and getsome kind of friction. But he shakes his head and repeats the sweet torture onthe other side, making me crazy with need. When he pulls back once more, Idecide I've had it. With some kind of inner strength I didn't know I had, myhips bucking and rolling over him until I'm straddling him and tear off mybra.Looking down, I expect to see shock, but a smile on his lips tells me heprobably let that happen, let me take control and get what I wanted.Something tells me that Hunter will always and forever give me whateverI want. The thought brings butterflies to my belly as I lean down, pressing mynaked chest to his, and every thought, every emotion, and lingering sadnessthat'd plagued me the last two weeks melts away at the utter rightness ofhaving Hunter's body pressed against mine.I know he feels it too when his hands immediately start to graze my bareback, groaning not with pleasure or withheld lust but with relief."God, I missed you, Hannah. Fucking missed this so bad. Was hollow forweeks, a damn zombie." His words hit me hard with the knowledge that hewas in the same space I was. They fuel me, fuel my need to be with him, tobe as close as we can."I need you, Hunter," I say, tugging at my shorts. The movement is jerky,frantic as the need overpowers me. No more games, no more teasing."Yes." His hands help me remove my shorts and then his own, rollingonce again until I'm on my back, Hunter hovering above me. His forearmshold him above me so as not to crush me, but I'd take it. I'd take his entireweight on me so long as it held the knowledge of us, that this was right andthis was forever.Quickly, his hand travels down my body, grazing the side of my breast,my ribs before going to my thigh and in, up to my slit."Ready for me," he groans aloud and I mimic the sound, the feel of histhick finger running through my wet and grazing my clit unbelievable."Yes, Hunter, now." My legs come up to circle his hips, bringing himright where I need him. The hand already between my legs guides him in, thethick head stretching me deliciously. It's so right. It's so perfect, has beensince that first time.Leaving just the head filling me, he takes his arm back to rest beside myhead, both hands cradling the top of my head as he holds my eyes. "I loveyou so much, Hannah," he says. The words create a tidal of emotion in meand even though I want him, need him in me to satisfy this need and hunger,if that's all I had, this moment, I would be fine."I love you, Hunter," I say, my voice so soft and the words coming outgravely with emotion. His eyes shine with joy and love and relief as his lipscome down to mine and he pushes into me, filling me, completing me.His mouth absorbs the cry that falls from my lips, my eyes drifting shut ashe continues to thrust into me hard, then soft, fast, then slow, no consistencywithin the movements. He's as overtaken by this as I am, completely arrestedby what's happening, by the feelings, the emotions.Slowly, the pressure builds within me, his thick length sliding in and outof me, his pelvic bone grinding deliciously against my clit with each forwardthrust. His breaths are heavy, colliding with my own in a storm between us,our lips now grazing each other but no longer able to kiss or do more thanstare at each other.It's like for the first time in my life, I'm home.Pleasure starts to bloom in my belly, my lower spine tingling with thenearness of my orgasm when I call to him. "Hunter, I'm close." The wordscome out frantic, almost scared. This release will consume me, change me.Never will I be the same after this, and I know it for certain."I know, baby, me too, let go." His voice is strained, eyes still on myown. And just like that, like my body needed permission from his tongue, mywhole body clenches and my world explodes, leaving Hunter at the center ofit once and for all as he follows me over the edge.HOURS LATER, we're in bed eating our picnic lunch, now a picnic dinner.The sheet is pulled up over my naked chest and covers Hunter's hips, but Ikeep getting the most distracting glimpses of hipbones and happy trail. Mytongue comes out absentmindedly to trace my bottom lip as I stare."Stop it, or we're never going to eat," he says and I raise an eyebrow,reminding him without words that he's, well, eaten quite a bit since we'vegotten here. He laughs, throwing a bag of chips at me which I open and startmunching. All the emotion and physical exertion have me starving."So, tell me everything. What happened?" I ask around a mouthful ofchips, not even caring about manners. "What is going on with the house? Andthe camp? Are you really selling the condo?" Nerves flutter in my belly,eager for what his answer will be and how it will impact me. Impact us."Like I told you - I talked to my dad. He clarified a lot of things butmostly that I'm an idiot who needed to figure out my priorities. I've spent tenyears trying to make up for something but lost myself in the process." Heunwraps a sandwich, handing me half. "So I got to work and restructured myentire business, scrapped the retail location and planned out the camp in afew days. My business partner wanted to murder me for a bit, but I think hesees the vision now.""Business partner?""Jonathan. You'll meet him at some point and probably hate him, but he'sa good guy." A noncommital sound leaves my lips, not sure how I feel abouta partner I'll 'probably hate.'"And the house?" I ask. His living situation can make or break just abouteverything. I don't want to force him to leave his life in the city, but I alsoknow that I'll never leave Springbrook Hills. There's too much rooting mehere."It's mine. I'll be remodeling the whole thing to better suit our needs, butuntil the master bedroom looks nothing like my dad's room, meaning I'llnever be able to fuck you in there without being creeped the fuck out, I'll bestaying in here." My sandwich gets caught in my throat and he pats my backto help me out. When I can breathe again, I face him."Our needs?""Me and you, baby. Autumn said she's fine with you living here andworking for her. It was practically her idea. It's only two blocks, so it's notfar if they need you last minute." He says it like it's no big deal. "But thisway we won't be staying in your tiny ass bed.""I'm sorry, what? Don't you have to, I don't know, ask someone to movein with you before you make plans and talk to her employer about it?""Well, for normal people, probably. But have you met Autumn? She wasthe one who brought it up. Not me."God, the Hutchins children are going to be the death of me. "You guysare insane.""You don't want to move in here?" It's hard to tell if he's offended oramused by me."I... I don't know? This is all going super fast. This morning I thought wewere done forever, and I'd never find anyone else and live the life of a shrew.Nannying for Rosie's kids until I die, which, to be honest, is a terrifyingthought because Rosie is a nut job, and can you imagine kids of Rosie's?"I'm rambling, a fun habit I have when I'm nervous. Hunter laughs, pullingme into him by my neck and smacking a wet kiss on my lips, immediatelycalming my fears. "I mean, I guess I could move in here. If you askednicely.""Look, I don't expect you to move in tomorrow. But I've fucked this upenough already to know I want you in my life. And not just for the summer,Hannah. I'm not gonna freak you out and ask for more than you're willing toagree to right now, but I think you know where my head is at." He's right notto push because I am completely freaking out internally."I see that look. Calm down. We're working on this one day at a time.The first is getting this house in shape and making a spot for Dad. I'll needyour help because I hate decorating and your cottage looks amazing. Butplease, spare me the lace and flowers." A smile comes to my lips, chasing offmy anxiety a bit. "And then from there, we can figure it out. Even if it'sswitching beds for a few weeks. Or months. But please, not years, becauseI'm getting old and I don't want to be an old dad."Annnnd there goes my anxiety again."Dad?" I say and freeze, chip in my fingers, pausing right before mymouth."Eventually." Jesus Christ, who is this man."Who are you?""I'm yours, baby," he says softly, taking the chip from my fingers andeating it before pulling me into his lap. "I realized a lot of things aboutmyself since you've been gone. But most importantly, I've realized that Iwant to do whatever it takes to make your dreams come true." His lips brushagainst mine. "If that means taking it slow, we'll take it slow. If that meanscalling Rosie tonight and telling her she'll be getting her flower girl on thisweekend, I'll make it happen. What I'm saying is that I love you." My eyesgo hazy as tears fill them."I love you, and I know in my gut that I want to be with you. I want togrow old with you and run through the sprinklers with our kids in thesummer. And I want to take family camping vacations and teach our kidshow to fish. And I want to fill up your passport with stamps. I want to takecare of you, the same way you take care of everyone else in your life. Tostand alongside you as we build up the camp so kids have more opportunities.I want to make your dreams come true, Hannah." I'm crying now, full, body-wracking sobs escaping my mouth at his beautiful words.I'd lost faith. I'd lost faith that I would find this, find a man who wantsme for me, wants to take care of me. Lost faith that my person was out there,willing to take a risk on me, who was broken in my own way. But then hecame into my world, shook it like a snow globe, and showed me thepossibilities life had for me."Okay," I whisper through my tears."Okay?""Okay. I want that all too. Not right away. We should date first. Andeventually, one day, I want you to ask me for real. So Rosie will have to wait.But I want the whole shebang. The wedding, the party, all of it. I don't wantthat to distract me from the new camp." Hunter laughs, then brushes one ofmy tears away with a finger."You're the greatest distraction ever, Hannah Marie Keller." He says, hishand going behind my head to twine in my hair. He pulls my mouth to his,kissing me, placing the seal on everything he's said. His lips tell meeverything his heart feels and I hope mine do the same, telling him what myclumsy words can't.And not long after, we're rolling around in a bed of crushed chips, onceagain distracted by each other