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I shake my head. The mess I made in the barn needs to be rectified, and with the new hope that Hudson only has Tiffani over in an effort to convince himself he doesn’t want me, I feel invigorated and reenergized. I’d probably have spent the afternoon snooping through Tiffani’s apartment in town had my sisters not helped me see I was being silly.
Of course Hudson didn’t want to hurt me.
He was just trying to be a good guy.
And on that note, before I can go clean up my mess and start over on Everly and Deuce’s wedding gift, I need a moment to celebrate my sweet Hudson, and how far he’ll go to be a good man.
He’ll date a woman he doesn’t even like, because he thinks that's what his community and the world would rather have from him.
“I should stay here and clean up.”
She arches a knowing brow. “I kind of thought you’d ask me to take you by Tiffani’s while you know she’s not home.”
I smirk, pulling my blonde hair off my sweaty back to wrangle a ponytail. “I’m gonna clean up my arms, change my dress and get the barn back to normal.”
“Wow,” Juni says, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she leans her back against the doorframe. “That’s growth.”
Smiling at her, I speak honestly, “Hudson makes me a better person.”
“I really do think he’s just trying to do what everyonewants him to do. Remember, it was Everly’s deal hooking him up with someone.” Juniper turns, waving me off as she moves through the house, collecting her empty milk crates used for transporting canning jars. A few minutes later, she’s nothing but taillights, my arms are clean, my dress is changed, and I know I need to go right to the emotional devastation of the barn.
But all this talk about Hudsonwanting meand not wanting to want me…. Finally, I’m getting close to the end of all of this. He’salmostmine. My lips tingle and beneath my tongue, saliva fills as I think ofhow close I am to having him.
With my bedroom blinds closed, I reach into the drawer opposite the new toothbrushes and gather an old one. I like to believe Hudson still lingers deep in the bristles, despite the fact I’ve thoroughly sucked and swallowed as much of it as I could.
I take another toothbrush, and kick the drawer closed, my nipples already hard beneath my clean sundress.The barn can wait. Right now, I need to feel Hudson.Badly.
Using the bristles of one brush, I lower it over my clit, a feral moan tearing out of me. “Oh god.” I imagine Hudson dragging his teeth over my blooming clit, his body so large over mine that we sink into the bed.God, he’s so big.His hand splayed over my belly would eat all of me up. And if his cock and balls match the size of his body, God,I cannot waitto be torn open. I would let him wreck me with a smile on my face because my pussy was made for his cock and my body exists for his use, so no matter how big he is,we’ll make it fit.
Holding the head of the other toothbrush, I nudge the handle between my lips, swollen and wet. Just thinking about Hudson’s body makes me so slick that Ihave to change panties. With my skirt around my hips and my thong trailing from one ankle, I move the handle in and out. It’s too thin to pass for his perfect, veiny, thick cock, so I can’t pretendhe’sfucking me. I can, however, pretend he’s here, moving his tongue around between my legs, smiling up at me, making me burn and squirm.
I think about waking with his large frame wrapped around mine, his cock that feels like the size of my forearm pressing hungrily into my ass as morning spills through our bedroom window. I move the toothbrushes faster, fucking myself in frantic thrusts, still using the bristles to tease my achy clit. My arms burn from use.
His name echoes around my room, bouncing off the walls as I gasp and scream, coming in hot, long rushes, soaking my thighs and sheets. I sit up after my awareness returns, and I decide another outfit change is probably in store. This time I slip into an adorable little romper. The white fabric is thin and slightly transparent, and the light pink hearts scattered over it are soft and feminine. It’s perfect for him.
The first time I wore it was the first time Hudson paused mid-compliment. I admit I’m a little…unhinged. But even so, when a man has to pause to take in your outfit,that’s a good thing.
I hear his words in my mind as I pull the zipper up.
You, uh, you look really, really pretty.
My sweet Hudson.
My ponytail is sliding down my head after my brutal toothbrush session but since I’ll be working in the barn most of the day, it doesn’t really matter. Instead, I grab mywater, a garbage bag, and head out to clean up my emotional roller coaster’s head-on collision.
Three massive garbage bags full ofrageare propped against the barn door, tied off and ready to go. After sweeping the ground, repositioning the drop cloths over my big project lining the walls, and realigning the dummy wall, I finally feel ready to paint.
I’d planned to paint a portrait of Everly and Deuce for their wedding gift, since I destroyed the original in myfit.
Once when I’d been in Hudson’s house, I’d gotten startled, thinking the truck I’d heard out front was his, and that I was going to get caught. In my panic I grabbed what I could—a ton of photos.
To put it into perspective, at the time, I'd been developing his family tree. That obviously required me toborrowphotos from his albums. I’d grabbed a ton of pictures and ran home. Once home, I discovered that the truck I’d heard had belonged to the mailman, and that I’d also swiped a photo of Ev and Deuce.
I never took the photo back, and now it serves as the inspiration for a gift.
Mixing ultramarine blue and burnt sienna, I work on the color I’ll use for Deuce’s ink while analyzing the photo. Ittakes several iterations of mixing, lots of trial and error, but around ten past two, with the barn warm from the midday sun, I think I’ve finally got the right hue
With my brush hovering, I’m ready to add detail to the fleshy blobs waiting on the canvas, when I freeze. The hairs along my neck and forearms stand tall, and my paint-loaded brush topples to the dusty ground, leaving a smudge of ink along the bare toes on my right foot.
