Page 116 of The New Guy
I go where I’m told, lifting my knees. His hands land on my shoulders, his hooded gaze on my face. We are made of heat and friction.
“Good boy,” he whispers, taking my cock in one hand and stroking me firmly. “You’re perfect. I need you to come now.”
“Okay,” I slur, and suddenly that seems like a super good idea. I gaze up into his dark eyes and reach for it as his strong body works above me, his arms flexing. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
But I don’t climax until he closes his eyes and gasps. “Fuck, I need you.”
The room blurs and I paint my abs with my release, gasping that I need him, too.
It’s not poetry. But it’s still true.
FORTY
Hudson
JULY - SIX WEEKS LATER
“Hey,sleeping beauty. I brought you some coffee.”
My eyes slit open to find Gavin standing over me. He’s wearing shorts and a Brooklyn Hockey Training Staff T-shirt that hugs his chest, and he’s holding a steaming mug in one hand.
“What time is it?” I croak over the whir of Gavin’s air conditioning.
“Almost nine. The kid and I are heading out soon for her checkup.”
I sit up quickly. “God, nine? I never sleep late.” At least I never used to. “You wore me out,” I whisper, reaching for the coffee.
He plants a kiss on my messy hair. “It might have been me. Or it might have been the hundred weighted sit-ups you did during our movie.”
The season starts in mere days, so I’ve been working out like a beast. “Thanks for the coffee. I’ll get out of your way.”
“You’re not in our way. I knew you had a call this morning, though. I think you said nine-thirty.”
“Oh, yeah.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes. “That damn nutritionist. Waste of time, but it makes my father happy.” I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and stand up. I’m wearing a new pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt. Had to start sleeping in clothes, just in case Jordyn walks into the bedroom.
“Hi, Hudson!” she says as I emerge like a zombie. “I have to go to the doctor. And Daddy won’t tell me if there’s going to be any shots.”
“Because Daddy doesn’t know,” Gavin says as he sits on the sofa. “Now come and sit down for me, or the doctor will think we don’t know how hairbrushes work.”
“What if I don’t like this doctor?” Jordyn asks, popping to the rug between his knees. “She won’t be like our doctors at home. In New Hampshire,” she adds quickly, but not before Gavin winces.
“If the doctor isn’t nice, we’d find another one for next time.” He begins to gently brush out sections of her hair with a practiced stroke. “But this is your friend Bella’s doctor, and she’s known her forever. Bella wouldn’t steer us wrong.”
“Okay,” Jordyn says warily.
“Nobody likes getting weighed and measured by the doctor,” he says lightly. “But her job is to make sure you’re healthy. It doesn’t take long, and there’s probably a sticker in it for you at the end. Or something like that. And don’t forget—you’re going to Bella’s house afterwards.”
“Right,” she says. “I need to bring my bathing suit for the playground.”
“I already put it in your backpack,” he assures her. “Braids?”
“Yes.Please.”
I take a sip of my coffee, and admire the blond hairs on Gavin’s muscular forearms as he fixes his daughter’s hair.
Now that we’re officially a couple, I don’t feel guilty for staring at him anymore. And he’s totally on the same page, because I’ve caught him giving me hot glances many times during the past few weeks.
It’s been a great summer. The best one of my adult life. Our California vacation was the highlight—I’d rented a house with a pool, and walking distance from the beach. We did a barbecue on the sand, and went to Disneyland. Twice.
