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Hudson will be here after a long day in the sun, grateful and exhausted—when he looks his best.
Good.
“Did you have fun today?” I ask him as he tears through the second half of his sandwich, albeit moving a bit slower. He sips from the sweating glass of lemonade.
“I had so much fun, Dolly,” he says, wiping his upper lip with the back of his hand, leaving dirt there instead of lemonade. I collect the hem of my dress in my hand, leaning over the picnic to swipe at it.
“Better,” I say, once I’ve wiped the brown away.
“Now you gotta let me pay you,” Hudson says, surprising me, suddenly behind us, his deep voice ricocheting through my pussy, warmth immediately spilling out of me, seeping into my panties. Bringing my fingertips to my collarbone, I steal a deep breath before turning my hungry eyes on my favorite thing on the planet: him.
Oh god.
He looks far sexier than usual and let me tell you, when this man gets done on the ranch for the day, there isn’t a sight sexier. The thick strip of dark, sweat-drenched fabric on his back makes my clit throb, and the sheen of dirt coating his rough, Herculean hands and his stubble-laden jawline… my ovaries ache, my nipples burn, and another rush of liquid has my panties completely soaked.
He raises his arm, pinching the hat from his head, gracing my eyes with a tousled, sweaty heap of soft, thick hair. He strokes a hand through it, smiling. “You know, because of your dress.” He motions to his upper lip. “I saw you cleanin’ up Bear.”
My heart is fucking racing. His tone is low and rumbly because it’s the end of the day. He always sounds sexiest in the late afternoon. I know this.
But tonight, for some reason or other, I swear on Joe Goldberg himself, Hudson seems to be slightly… flirty with me.
I shift on the ground, my saturated panties making the bottoms of my ass cheeks cool from the continual wetness. I wiggle into the blanket a little, knowing if he pulls any gentleman moves and asks to help me up that he’ll see the effect he has on me… or think I peed myself.
My mind goes swimmy and hot from the sheer proximity of him. Not to mention, I’ve been taking care of his son all day, faintly smelling traces of Hud off and on the entire afternoon, clenching and unclenching to both tortureandquench myself as I dreamt of being railed and bred by him. I blink up at him, realizing I’m hornier than I’ve ever been. I’m literally one wink away from humping the fucking picnic blanket.
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Thanks again. I wish you’d let me pay you.”
I swallow, recovering as quickly as possible so he doesn’t realize I was staring, dreaming of his dick, pulsing and throbbing, ejaculating deep inside me without protection.
I want his babies.
I want him forever.
I love him so much.
“Nah,” I wave off. “I like you enough, you don’t have to pay,” I tease playfully as I dunk my brush into more paint, staying seated. If I appear to still be painting, he won’t ask me to stand.
See, I’m smart on my toes.
Hudson turns, and my mind gets to work. I swallow, jotting it all down mentally.
I’ll give him about two minutes before I make my way around the side of his house, to the yard where the garden is tucked. It’s also at a perfect location to see in a window near the laundry room, giving a peek of the hallway and ultimately the main living space.
I’ll go there first.
I’ll wait there for an hour if need be, and watch.
But the mental list destructs, erupting into a million pieces as he faces me again, apparently no longer leaving. God, I want him to stay. I want him to crawl over me, unzip those filthy fucking jeans and slide that fat, thick cock of his so deep inside me that my toes curl and my eyes roll to heaven. I want to see God when he fucks me, and I know I will.
Bear, who has been running sluggish circles in the yard adjacent, getting out his “daddy’s home” wiggles, comes crashing into Hudson’s leg.
“Thank you for watching me,” he says, making Hud’s eyebrows rise. Of course he is saying thank you, he’s polite and well mannered, just like his daddy.
“You taught him well,” I say, keeping my voice soft, just a bit huskier than I’d use in the bedroom. If he wants to hearthat voice, he needs to take me there. “Thanks for painting with me,” I smile, ruffling Bear’s hair a little.
“It’s a secret,” he tells Hudson quite seriously, making my heart skip a tiny beat. He’s so adorable, and the thing with kids is that… their emotions are out there for anyone to see. They haven’t learned the curse of masking quite yet.
Iknowhe enjoys his time with me, I can see he’s genuine.
