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“For years.”
“Then why didn’t you ask?—”
“Because I know how you are,” he clips back with a furrowed brow. “You wanted us to live together. Then finish school. Then the food truck thing and, baby, I’m proud as fuck of you but I’ve been over here silently dying inside because you’re not my wife yet.”
That was beyond the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard him say even though it slightly pains me inside that he’s been battling with it. Hudson’s a big boy, he can handle it like a champ and it keeps him on his toes, but how can a girl reject something like that?
Not that I would.
However, I never seem to skip a chance to fuck with him since he likes to use Rory as his backup partner in crime.
“I’ve never thought of getting married.”
Hudson doesn’t react like I thought he might, to my utter disappointment. “Not even after me?”
I shrug. “I dunno. I guess sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Yeah. I mean, how can I allow the thought to blossom into anything when you’re trying to steal our daughter away from me every five seconds?”
“She comes to me of her own free will.”
I scoff. “No, Hudson, it’s your damn charm and the way—” He lifts me up in a split second and already has me up against the wall of the garage with my thighs wrapped around his waist before I can even fathom what the hell is going on.
What always seems to go on when he has me alone.
“Fuck, Opie, you make it so easy,” he groans as if he’s in pain. “Or you know exactly what you’re doing when you wear these little dresses just for me.”
“How do you know if they’re for you?” I croon, placing my palms on his wide shoulders. “I like dresses.”
“And you like me when I fuck you in them,” he answers confidently. “And that’s why you wear them. Just to torture the living fuck out of me.”
I can’t deny that.
Any of it.
And Hudson doesn’t waste any time when one of his fingers hooks at the seam of my panties and exposes me to him.
“You gonna give me my answer, Opie?” he presses flatly, working himself out of his black jeans. “Or are you gonna make me fuck it out of you?”
“Fuck it out of me,” I say too easily and that transforms the corners of Hudson’s lips into a cocky smirk.
“Thought so.” Then he’s thrusting into me, not giving me a slight warning that he’s already positioned himself to enter me by brushing the tip of his cock against my pussy.
Hudson takes me hard and unforgiving against the drywall, forcing those words to flee my lips and to give him exactly what he’s been waiting for, for however long.
“God, baby…tell me you’re gonna marry me.”
“I haven’t gotten there yet.”
He chuckles at this, but it’s not a casual little thing where I’m being amusing to him but one of pure challenge. “Whatever you need, Opie. I’m only happy to give you every inch of me until you’re screaming for release.”
“Let’s see what you got, sweetie,” I taunt back, only getting him to fuck me so hard I’m having trouble breathing correctly.
Hudson is so deep, I know I’m going to feel this for days. That delicious ache he wants me to feel again, until it’s all I can feel between my legs.
I’m just as obsessed with him as he is with me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would marry him tomorrow if that’s what he wanted. I would give him more kids, a fucking shrine, a damn love letter every single day of his life, if only to make him happy.
