Page 68 of Hale
“Smug ass.”
“What are you wearing?” he teases.
I giggle. “Your hoodie and shorts.”
“Where’s Aunt Becky?”
“Still at work. It’s Monday. She always stays late on Mondays. What are you doing?”
“I was tired as fuck after class because someone kept me awake all weekend, so I came back to my dorm to nap before practice,” he says. “But it’s raining, so they called practice off. Now, I’m just lying here in my boxers all alone.”
I groan as I slide under my covers. “I wish I were there. I’d keep you company.”
“That sweet voice of yours makes me hard as fuck,” he hisses. “My dick still smells like you. It sucks I have to jack myself off when all I can think about is being deep inside of you.”
“Hudson,” I breathe as I push my fingers under my shorts and panties to seek my clit. “Why do you have to talk so dirty? Now my clit is throbbing. That was mean.”
His chuckles turn me on. “You miss my tongue, heathen?”
“More than anything.”
“I miss your tongue too. You’re a tease with it, but my cock loved it anyway.”
We both grow quiet, both of us panting as we touch ourselves. My orgasm teases me, but it’s much harder to do it on my own. He knows exactly how to touch me to make it happen so quickly.
“Fuck, baby, I miss you so goddamned much already. This is torture,” he hisses.
Tears burn at my eyes. “I miss you too.” My fingers fumble at my clit, but it’s no use. It’s not the same. He grunts and then lets out a ragged sigh as he comes. The sounds coming from him lack their usual passion.
“It’s no comparison to the real thing,” he utters.
“What the fuck, man? Coach cancels practice and you have phone sex with your girlfriend? Hi, Amy,” his friend Nick says in the background.
A spike of jealousy flits through me, but it’s better for him to think that way. Hudson plays along with it.
“One day, when you find the girl of your dreams, you’ll understand,” Hudson grumbles at him.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight, but it looks like you have your hands full. Literally. I’ll leave you and Amy alone.”
“Knock next time, asshole,” Hudson says with a laugh seconds before the door slams in the background. “Sorry about that. You didn’t come.”
I slide my hand out of my shorts. “I will when I see you next. Only you can make me come so hard I see stars. I’m not as good at it as you.”
“Have you thought about where you want to go on vacation?” he asks.
I roll over on my side and stare at the picture of the four of us on our last vacation. We went on our annual trip to Lake of the Ozarks. Mom and I are both wearing big sunglasses and even bigger hats. Dad and Hudson wear matching grins as they hold up their fish they’d caught. It’s one of my most favorite places. “To our usual cabin.”
“I figured you’d say that. A couple more weeks and we’ll get to spend all the time in the world together.”
Hudson
Coach doesn’t look up from his computer when I enter his office. His jaw is clenched and he seems tired.
“Sit,” he instructs as he swivels in his chair and regards me with a frown.
My stomach hollows out. I can’t get it out of my head the time he called me in here to tell me my parents were gone. It replays over and over again in my head.
“What’s up?” I ask as I drop heavily into the chair across from him.
