Page 49 of Lucky Laces
Ernest had opened his mouth too.
Hudson’s words have him clamping it closed.
For my part, mine is hanging open.
“Now, if you’ll give us a minute”—Hudson reaches for the door, starting to shut it—“we’ll be right out.”
Then he doesn’t wait for an answer, just closes the wooden panel in Ernest’s face.
He turns to face me and I clamp my lips together, trying to figure out what to say.Then my mouth promptly drops open again when he announces, “I should leave, should pretend what just happened between us didn’t just happen because it’s messy and fucks with both of our jobs and you deserve better…but”—he moves close, tugs the blanket off my body, hand diving back between my legs—“I know I may never get another chance with you, baby.So”—his head drops, words damp puffs of air on my lips—“I’m taking this moment to fulfill a fantasy.”
Before I can ask what the fuck he’s talking about—and frankly, that’s barely a thought because his hand is hot and his fingertips are in the motherland—he drops his head further, taking my mouth in a kiss that steals any thought left in my head.
Andthenhis fingers start moving.
And it turns out that my orgasm isn’t a million miles away.
The moment his thumb hits my clit, his fingers sliding through my labia, thrusting inside, it’s suddenly right there.
A circle.
A press.
Slow and steady thrusts…
“Oh, my God!”I gasp, tearing my lips from Hudson’s, my hips jerking as pleasure rockets through me.
It’s not gentle, not lapping at my toes and spreading through my body.
It’s an inferno, racing over me, reducing me to nothing except cinder and ash.
And it’s not short and I don’t come down quickly—my descent is leisurely, and when I finally open my eyes, he’s leaning over me, his face gentle.
My throat goes tight.“I?—”
He cups my cheek, palm warm, eyes unreadable.“Get dressed, DeeDee.”A tug of my hair.“I’ll be gone before you make it into Ernest’s crosshairs.”
Sixteen
Hudson
Turnsout hobbling home a couple of blocks on a bruised and stitched up thigh…and then dealing with the shitshow that is my parents will tire a guy out.
I calmed them down after I made my way inside, got some food in all three of us—frozen shit that was easy to toss in the oven…and seriously, paying for that meal delivery service was the best thing that I’ve ever done.
Maybe not thebestthing, considering where my fingers and mouth had been earlier in the day.
But pretty damned efficient so I didn’t have to deal with parents’ nonsense.
Food.Beer.Listening to them bitch.
All fucking afternoon.
Before tossing more shit in the oven and doing more dishes and then sending them off to bed so I can pass out on the couch.
No stairs for me, not tonight.
I’m too fucking tired.
