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I slide out from under the bed and get to my feet, going straight for the hamper. Lifting the lid, I retrieve the towel and place it on the bed, carefully unfolding it.
And there is it, pearly, thick streaks of Hudson’s cum. Some soaked in, some still sitting atop the terry, all of it absolutely perfect.
Three more minutes.
Cool
I stare at the ivory for less than three seconds before I gather my hair in one hand, and lean down. With my nose just barely above, I inhale, filling my lungs completely with the mouth-watering scent of his cum. My lips tingle and my tongue presses against my teeth, dying to jut out for a taste.
But this is not how I’m going to taste my future husband’s cum the firsttime. No way.
I can’t help myself, though—I need to feel it. With my nipples poking through my top like a goddamn offering, I take one last smell, committing it to memory.
My favorite smell.
While my entire body tingles and pulses at the scent of his cum heavy in the air, the thrill of his urgent need to return home and unload his burdens into a towel—I am vibrating with excitement and happiness. I move my finger through a particularly thick ribbon along the towel, then bring my fingers together, loving the slick glide of his seed.
I have to replace the towel in the hamper and immediately wash my hands in an effort not to lick them. After taking the new toothbrush out of the packaging, I do my usual swap, sliding his into my mouth before retracing my steps and closing the back door behind me.
Ivy is on the porch clutching her stomach as I approach, eyes wide. “Fuck me sideways,” she breathes. “That was close.”
I take the porch steps and peer down at her sketch pad. Today’s sketch is a viper, highly detailed, each scale bearing so much complexity I wonder how long she’s been working on it.
And why does this viper look…familiar?
“Damn, Ivy, that’s hot… Why do I feel like I know that viper?” I tip my head to the side, trying to place it. A million things flash through my mind and I try to imagine it, but I come up short. “Not a billboard, not a business logo… why does that look so familiar?”
Her lips remain in the flattest of lines as her hand, smudged with graphite, comes to her collarbone. “It’s… a tattoo,” she says, her fingertips exploring her neck as she stares at her creation.
A tattoo— “Trace has that on his throat,” I announce, earning me an eye roll from Ivy.
“It’s Trace’s tattoo, isn’t it?” I nudge her.
She shoves her pencil behind her ear, collecting her things from the porch. “You worry about not getting caught, stalker.”
I wear my smirk inside, where I change my panties and clothes, put some loose curls in my hair, and meet up with Ivy and Juniper by the truck an hour later.
Two hours later, there are three garment bags hanging in the living room from the mantle. Hudson’s truck is back, and I’ve seen Everly in the house. She smiled and waved to me while grabbing the mail when I was heading into my barn earlier.
And now I work on the final piece of the project because something in my gut tells me this gift will be of use very soon. After placing the final swatch on the hidden project, I remove the dummy wall, folding it up and sliding it out of the way. With the project still covered by drop cloths and old sheets, I rinse my brushes, put my supplies away and lock the barn.
Bear and I have worked tirelessly on this for a year and though Bear was unaware he was helping me with a project this large, I’m so glad we did it together. I smile as I think of him doing the last swatch last week, and how he was so excited to show his daddy. It will be a surprise for him, too, in a way. And I’m glad to be able to give them that.
I stop by Hudson’s house while he’s out, giving Everly a three inch by two inch piece of linen paper that I’d painted a small skyscape on. The linen came from a destroyed canvas of mine—one that used to have Henry Cavill on it. The skyscape used to belong in Cannes, but with a little phthalo blue, the sky becomes Bluebell. And I tell her it’s old, borrowed and blue.
We hug, and I tell her how excited I am to watch her marry Deuce tomorrow. And I mean it. Because Everly is wonderful, sweet, and charming, and I cannot wait until our kids play together, and we have holidays together, and all of this time is far behind us.
When I get into bed, I think about the wedding tomorrow. It is Everly and Deuce’s day; I won’t make it about me and Hudson. But now that he knows I looked into Tiffani, it’s time to make the last move.
To come clean.
twenty-two
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
Hudson
