The Distraction

Untitled Part 20

3 months later 

"No, no, no! These are for the bake sale!" I shout, slapping hands with myspatula as I'm transferring cookies from the baking sheet to the cooling rack.This seems to be a common trend when the Hutchins men are around. Twosets of identical eyes look back at me, both faces stuffed with cookie."F'orry 'annah," Ron says around his chocolate chip one. He's a liar.He's not sorry at all. Hunter stands there smiling and chewing, not eventrying to act ashamed, the ass."No more!" I say, waving the pretty, light blue spatula I got when Imoved in as if it's going to deter them. This is why I double just about everysingle baking recipe these days."What bake sale is it this time?" Hunter asks, leaning back against hiskitchen island after stealing another cookie. Correction: our kitchen island.It's been exactly two weeks since officially moving into Hunter's house andout of the cottage. After three months of him begging and pleading with meto do so, I caved in. Okay, fine, there was no begging from Mr. Hutchins, butthere was some carefully crafted conniving, some of which included myfriends. Some of which included his bed and his mouth. I shiver just thinkingabout it."The Center," I say quickly, turning my back to him nearly immediately."What does the Center need?""Nothing big." In the last few months, any time Hunter hears we needsomething at the Center the crazy man just... goes and buys it. He says it's atax write-off, a donation, blah blah blah, but it's getting excessive. And sincewe're a small, under-funded non-profit, we pretty much always needsomething."What is it, Hannah?" He asks again."Honey, seriously, it's nothing. Let us handle this one." Instead ofanswering, Hunter digs into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Unlocking thescreen, he swipes a few times before lifting the sleek device to his ear, eyeson me."Mags, Hunter. Yeah, yeah, Hannah's good. She's baking up a storm,though. What does the Center need now?"Goddammit. I swear, introducing the two of them was a huge mistake.Since officially becoming an "us" he meets with her at least twice a week,sometimes without me, grabbing coffee at Rise and Grind to brainstorm andbitch about me. I know this last part because Sadie is a good friend and ratson them.It's like opening the camp and finally utilizing the Sunshine Falls locationopened him up to realize his true passion: helping kids. And while I love thatabout him and I adore that it helps my kids, it can be a bit much."Hunter! Stop it!" I jump towards him, reaching for his phone hand, buthe simply puts up an arm, using his hand on my chest to keep me back. Ronis laughing outright, taking pleasure in my frustration. I swear, the wholedamn Hutchins-Sutter family loves to see it."Ahh got it. Can you send a note to Gina, let her know what you need?We have that account for you guys now so you can go directly through herwith any requests.""Hunter!""Okay, yup, I'll tell her. Love you too, Mags, bye." God, I want to be somad at him, but hearing him tell Mags he loves her, the woman who savedme in more ways than one, melts me a bit."What the hell, Hunter?" Hands are on my hips, a full-on rage brewing.He smiles the special smile he saves for when he finds me cute. Then he pullsme into his body with hands on my waist."New sports equipment and uniforms for the rec basketball team will notbreak me, baby." God, I love it when he calls me baby in that soft, smoothvoice. The problem is, he knows that and uses it against me."You can't pay for everything, Hunter.""I'm not. Beaten Path is. This summer we did fantastic and with wintersports and the holiday season coming up, Q4 is looking just as great. Weneed to move some more money into donations and charity or else tax seasonwill kill us." We both know this is bullshit. Hunter is an amazingentrepreneur and he has an amazing team backing him. They could easilyfind other ways to allocate that money and offset increased taxes."You know what I mean. Plus, the kids were excited to raise the money.""That's a lie. Last week Sara told me that no one was signing up for yourbake sale and you were going to do them all yourself." What a freaking littletattle tale."So you knew about this last week?" I look up at him."What?" He looks like a deer in headlights. "Uh, no, just came down andsaw..." I lean back in his arms to look him in the face, seeing the truth beforeslapping his chest."Oh, my God! You waited until I baked all the cookies before you saidanything, didn't you!?" With that Ron busts out laughing again,It's great to hear it, too. Last week, after two months in the clinical trialand a month of monitoring, we got the glorious news that Ron was officiallyin full remission. He's been living in the Mother-in-Law suite out back afterHunter renovated it to fit his needs. The day we found out, late at night in ourbed together, Hunter broke down crying in relief and happiness, an emotionthat he trusted only me with."You shut up." I whip my head to the traitor."Hush, babe, it's not a big deal." Hunter is still laughing as he reaches foranother cookie."Not a big deal!? I've spent the last three hours baking seven dozencookies! I have enough dough for five more!""Perfect, we'll have cookies for days and dough for fresh cookies later."He presses his mouth to mine, chocolate and brown sugar and vanilla on hislips, and I find it impossible not to melt into him."I hate you," I mumble against his lips."No you don't, you love me.""I would have just made you cookies if you asked," I grumble, walkingout of his arms to start cleaning up."Yeah, but this way I get a variety. Is that oatmeal raisin?" he asks,excitement flooding his voice when he eyes a pile hiding in the corner."Maybe," I say, running to block the plate with my body. "Maybe I madethem and hid the good ones for you, but now I'm second-guessing mykindness."Hunter comes over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and usingthe other under my chin to tip my head up to look at him. "You're my dreamwoman, you know that?" And again, I melt, because what else are yousupposed to do when the hottest guy on planet earth does that?"You're still I jerk. But I love you." My toes roll up, raising me to reachhis lips for a quick brush that sends shivers down my spine."Uncle Hunter! Are the cookies done?" Glaring up at him, I see Rosiefrom over Hunter's shoulder bounding in, glittery pink bike helmet on."Are you kidding me?" Hunter smiles, kissing me again before reachingbehind me for one of his gross oatmeal raisin cookies."Yup, come get 'em," he says to his niece, who is followed by her dadand Sara. My glare intensifies as Ron just laughs."Yeah, come get some of these oatmeal raisin cookies," I say, grabbingthe plate and running towards the girls, laughing."No way! Those are mine!" Hunter yells, coming after me to rescue hiscookies."WHY DO I always forget how exhausting they are?" Hunter's finger drawsshapes on my exposed hip above my pajama shorts as we lay on the couch."I don't know, we've been having them over on Fridays for monthsnow."Saturday mornings are usually lazy and slow once the kids leave. EveryFriday night, they stay at our house for a sleepover while Autumn and Stevego out. I try my best to pack in a full night of crazy fun and by the morning,we're usually both drained."They're fun though.""The best." Autumn picked them up about an hour ago, but the mess theyleft in their wake is waiting for us."Soon they'll call you Aunt Hannah," he whispers in my ear."Hmm, you have to ask me first." He says this often, and each time itwarms me all over."How many?" Hunter asks, creeping his hand up the soft oversizedBeaten Path t-shirt I'm wearing, his thumb brushing just under where mybelly button is. The same tee he gave me months ago."Hmm?" His devilish hands are distracting me from our conversation."How many?" His breath creeps along my neck and leaving a path ofgoosebumps behind."How many what?" My voice is breathy, ready for him already. Always."How many kids?" he says, and my world stops turning. Of course, Iwant kids, obviously with Hunter. He knows that. But we've never talkedabout it."What?""When it's time. How many do you want? I think three sounds fun, butthen we'll be outnumbered. Two is a blast, but I always wanted a brother as akid." His thumb is still playing lightly with my skin, but now his other handis playing with my hand. Rotating a thumb at the base of my left ring finger,like he's seeing something that's not yet there."How many... kids? Three?" A shocked hope courses through my body."Not now. But soon. Soon I'm gonna ask you a question and putsomething right here." He pinches my finger now, right where an engagementring would sit. "And then Rosie will be a flower girl." A small smile hits mylips as his hit my neck with a light kiss. "And then sometime after that I'mgonna talk you into letting me put a baby in you and building a family." Atear slides down my cheek, seeing it all laid out in front of me. So simple, sobeautiful. It's all I ever wanted."Like you'd have to talk me into it," I whisper."Hmm," he says, lips running up and down my neck."I thought I'd be scared." My voice is rough with unshed tears. "I thoughtwhen the day came for me to choose, I'd be scared to make the wrongdecision. I don't feel scared, Hunter." The words coming out of my lips arewhisper quiet, and I'm not even sure he can hear them."I'll work my whole life to prove your trust in me is worth it.""I love you, Hunter.""I love you, Hannah." His hand slowly, so slowly, trails down my belly,into my shorts, touching the very tip of his middle finger to my wet. Mybreath hitches at the unexpected jolt it sends through me. The callousedfinger circles gently, round and round until I'm squirming, panting, needingmore."Hunter." I arch my ass into his hard crotch, knowing there's nothingbeneath those sweatpants and the thought of so little material between us hasmy pulse pounding."Yeah, baby?" he asks, casually, like he's just laying next to me and Ineed a crossword answer."Want you," I whisper, grinding back against him again, aching for him.This gentle, lazy Saturday mood is overcoming me with need, my heart fulland my body ready."Mmmm," He says, using his other hand to ease down my loose shorts tomid-thigh. The hand curls in on my thigh, playing with my entrance while theother hand continues to play with me, tease me."Hunter.""I know baby, be patient," he says, sinking one finger in, but only to thesecond knuckle, barely giving me anything. A moan, low and soft, falls frommy lips, filled with needing, wanting, craving him. He pumps that finger in,slow and agonizing, gentle and sweet.Once more I grind my ass onto him, feeling him achingly hard behind me,knowing that with my shorts down, there's now a single layer keeping himfrom me. The groan he let loose comes from his chest, vibrating straight tomy clit. I'm close already, this lazy lovemaking is exactly what I need.Suddenly his hand is fumbling with the waistband of his sweats, pullingthem down with the hand that was inside me, just far enough to releasehimself. He quickly lines his hard cock up with my entrance as I tip my assback and he pushes in, making both of us groan in appreciation."Every damn time. So fucking good," he murmurs into my hair, thrustinginto me, driving me insane. From this angle, each thrust has the tip of himbrushing my g spot, making the breath in my throat catch each time."God, Hunter, I need..." My hand pats behind me, trying to find his hand.Once I do, I drag it up my belly to my breast, placing his thick callused handon top and forcing him to squeeze."So perfect, baby," he grunts. He's as close as I am, waiting for me to fallso he can follow. Leaving his hand, which is now pinching my nippleperfectly, I trail down my front, teasing before I spread my fingers over mypussy, feeling where he's entering me, the wetness that I'm leaking, and myswollen clit begging for release."Yeah baby, do it, make yourself come," he groans in my ear, nipping itbefore sucking the spot behind it that drives me insane. Pressing three fingersonto my clit and rubbing hard, I instantly fall apart around him, moaning hisname and arching my back, urging him in further. Seconds later he slams inone last time, and I can feel him coming in me, pulsing with each spurt hereleases.We stay like that, Hunter still in me, his come leaking from me as wecatch our breath. He eventually moves my hair from my neck in a move I'vecome to love almost as much as the man himself."When I ask, will you say yes?" he says quietly, sounding winded andnervous and excited all at once."What do you think?" I tease, running my hand up his tanned forearmdraped across my belly. He stays quiet, contemplating. "Of course, Hunter," Iwhisper, taking his hand in mine and squeezing."Good," he whispers once more, squeezing back.~THE END~