I let out a giggle, and Hudson sits up beneath me, so I’m seated on his lap.
“A little privacy?” he asks her, and her head pops up, cocking to one side.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I say, standing and tuggingHudson’s hand. I lead him to the bedroom and Ruby follows.
“Sorry, girlfriend. No dogs allowed right now,” Hudson says, closing the door. By the time he turns back around, I’m on the bed, legs spread, my pussy on full display. His eyes darken as he stands there taking me in, so I decide to give him a little show. I reach my hand down, spreading my lips with my index and middle finger, and slide them up and down along my slit.
Hudson watches in rapt attention, cock at full mast.
“Are you going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come and join me?” I purr.
Before I can taunt him anymore, he’s crossed the room, kneeling between my legs, fisting his cock like it can’t get any harder. He positions himself on top of me and propping himself on his arms on either side of my head. His thighs shove mine further to the side, baring me fully to him.
“I’ve had a check-up recently, by the way,” I say, still kneading myself, rubbing my fingers in slow circles around my clit.
“Me too,” Hudson grunts out, as if it’s physically paining him to hold himself back long enough to get this part out of the way.
“And I have an IUD,” I add.
“The way you look right now, Miller, playing with your perfect pussy right in front of me, is making me think you’re dragging this out on purpose.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I say, and Hudson’s eyes flash with something that sends another rush of warmth down to the apex of my thighs.
I’m throbbing now, swollen with such intense need.
“I’m going to drag it out for you, too.” His eyelids lower now, as he plays with me, toying with my desperation by sliding the smooth tip up and down, coating it in my wetness. I moan softly as it slides over my clit, a delicious tingle zipping through me.
He nudges my entrance, waiting for a torturous moment before easing into me slowly, and the feeling of having him inside of me is overwhelming. I take a sharp inhale of breath, every one of my senses sharp, stimulated. The way he stretches me, fills me, runs his hand up and down my body as if I’m something sacred. The way he looks into my eyes. I’m laid bare in front of him, emotions flooding through me. It feels like I’m being split open, my whole heart on display.
There’s a vulnerability between us we’ve never shared before, and he brings his forehead to mine, cupping my jaw in his hand as he pushes into me. Hudson kisses me as he finds his rhythm, his tongue matching the pace. It’s tender, it’s slow, but it’s so ripe with passion it doesn’t take anything more for us to both come in quick succession.
We don’t separate from each other right away, both of us wanting to linger a little longer in the intoxicating bliss. He kisses my face, short, feather-light kisses, and when he finally removes himself from me, it’s only to clean up before crawling back into bed. Our bodies find each other again like magnets, like pieces of a puzzle.
Hudson’s arms wrap me in a comforting embrace; whatever remnants of panic, of anxiety, are now gone. As the light fades to darkness outside, the moonlight casting long shadows over the room, I pretend Hudson and I are the onlytwo people left on earth. I let my mind imagine a world where we have no outside trials or struggles threatening to keep us apart, and I decide that’s the world I want to live in.
“So, now that you’ve effectively blown your life up,” Hudson says into the dark, “what can I do to help you put it back together?” He tightens his arms around my frame, his mouth resting on the top of my head, breathing me in.
“Nothing,” I say, because right now there isn’t anything to do but enjoy this moment. “Just be here.” Hudson nods.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea what you might like to do now?”
I prop myself up on one elbow, turning to look at him. There’s a lot I want to do, and most of them now involve Hudson and I, naked.
“This,” I say, finding his mouth with my own.
This is all I need for now, and the knowledge that neither of us ever stopped loving each other.
CHAPTER 32
WREN
I quit my job.Iquitmy job. I quit myjob.
My stomach churns as I consider all the consequences of what I’ve done. All the dominoes that will fall as a result. I’ve repeated the sentence to myself over and over again over the last couple of weeks whenever my anxiety comes on, trying to make myself believe it. It’s the first time in my life I’ve been unsure of my next move.
A few times, I’ve opened up my laptop and furiously scrolled the job boards, looking for anything that might give me a sense of direction. Hudson has reminded me on more than one occasion that sometimes it’s okay to drift for while, to give yourself space and time to heal and accept your circumstances. He says it with enough conviction, I think he’s had practice. He makes me believe it’s what I need right now, too.
Engineering was never my dream. It was my father’s dream, and therefore my mother’s dream for me, and it served me for a time because I felt successful. It allowed me tocompete with Claire, to live up to the expectation she set by being the oldest sibling, and by being so goddamn driven. I didn’t have a choice.
