He chuckled before he fed me the rest of his knot, grinding it into me and drawing out my orgasm.
Gathering me in his arms, he continued his ascent, his knot throbbing and swelling inside of me.
“Autumn…” The words were thick and heavy with the weight of emotion I saw shining in his eyes.
It was too much too soon and somehow not enough.
I took his lips in answer, afraid to speak the words too soon, as he pumped rope after rope of his hot cum inside me.
“So good,” I said, my words slurring slightly as another aftershock rolled through me.
He rolled us until he was resting on his back, cradling me to his chest reverently as his knot held all of his fresh seed inside of me.
I was going to smell like him inside and out, and the thought made me extremely happy.
“You’re mine, Autumn,” he said, the surety in his voice absolute. “Whether you go or stay, you’re mine.”
Boone’s quiet confidence about us spoke volumes, especially since I knew what a leap it was for him to take a chance on this in the first place. His faith in me, in us, and figuring it out was reassuring.
“I don’t have all the answers yet, and I don’t know how the future looks between the pack, but I know that this feeling between us and how it feels to be here in your arms, locked together and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Chapter22
Hunter
The past few weeks had been torture.
Okay so not really torture unless it was the most pleasurable kind.
Autumn was everywhere. In our home, all over my brothers, hell, her scent, so sweet and honeyed, even lingered on my uniform, and I know damn well that I hadn’t really touched her since that first night at the bar. Not in the way I wanted to at least. The subtle touches, hugs, and brushes were teases of what we could be.
It was a self imposed purgatory, I was well aware of that, but I didn’t know what to do with Autumn. I never interacted with the woman I’d slept with after the fact. There was a reason my mom referred to them as holiday honeys, a fact that part of me was truthfully a little bit ashamed of. Not that I didn’t enjoy casual sex, but it was the fact my pattern of habit had grown to an extent where even my own mother recognized it.
After the debacle with Heidi, and Boone deciding to move to the apartment, part of me couldn’t forgive myself, and I wanted to make sure nothing ever came between us again. Sure I hadn’t known she’d been seeing him for months only to drop him for a chance with me, but ultimately it didn’t matter, that was in the past. Hence me sticking with no strings attached fun.
But now, with Autumn, I hadn’t even thought of chasing any tourist tail. Since the very first time I tasted her on my tongue it was like I was hooked, and that fucking terrified me. When I saw her under that collapsed booth I swear I lost years off my life.
Sure we flirted and had our banter, but I never took it past that, never crawled into her bed at night like the others. I knew I was confusing her, offering her the house and use of the nest, spending lots of time together, but not making a single overt move towards her. I could handle the pointed looks from Jack and Boone, but the little crease of concern between her brow was almost enough to do me in.
But somehow, despite the jumbled dynamic, Autumn and I had becomefriends. I enjoyed seeing and hearing about all the work she was doing for the orchard, how she lit up with ideas. She was so unbelievably smart and impressive.
In turn she listened to me talk about my day or my work with the junior deputies. If she was home, she always greeted me after a long day, and I’d become accustomed to her at our dinner table every night.
Which maybe was why tonight, I felt off kilter. After weeks of seeing her every night, Autumn was going out.
Out, out.
Out dancing and drinking.
Out without Jack or Boone by her side.
Out withoutme.
Her heels echoed against the hardwood as she came down stairs, the straps wrapping around her ankles, making her legs seem to go on for days. The bottom hem of her emerald dress swished against her knees and the material cinched just below her bust before it flowed up and wrapped around her neck, the sleeves fluttering against her arms.
The warmth of her brown hair, the auburn streaks that ran through it seemed to shine as they fell in loose waves down her back.
God I sounded like a complete fucking sap.