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Jade
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You dumb little bitch.Thank God I come here and do this. Hudson doesn’t want to be hit on by some crazy Feed ‘n’ Seed skank like Jade.
Sliding the letter into the envelope, I move back to the sink and run it beneath the tap. I keep it there, the scalding water singeing my skin while also freeing the ink, both printed and written. After wrapping it in a paper towel, I stuff it in the trash under the sink, and make my way into the living room.
Bear’s blanket dangles from a chair, and his pajamas are inside out, strewn across the coffee table. Getting out of the door this morning was probably a hectic rush. It’s great that Everly helps but Hudson needsmore, it’s clear. I would wake early, make him coffee, fix Bear his food, help Bear get dressed, and get everyone out the door happy and on time. Everly is so wrapped up in Deuce lately and honestly, I think the universe brought Deuce to Everly so that I could finally have my time, step in, and show Hudson that his soulmate has been under his nose for the last five years.
Everly and Deuce were benefactors to the universe’s shift, and while it was meant to stir chaos in Hud’s life in order for him to seemeas more, it brought them together, too. I know that sounds crazy, claiming someone else’s love as my fate. But fate is complicated and weaves a web often hard to follow.
Good thing I’m very smart.
My fingertips burn as I walk past Bear’s mess, leaving it despite the fact that my body aches to tend to it. BecauseI belong here. Hudson in his white t-shirt flashes through my mind as I make my way down the hall, toward his bedroom.
Sometimes I go into Bear's room, mostly to imagine thethree of us in there together, a bedtime story in Hudson’s arms, me in his lap, Bear in mine. So perfect.
Today, though, is not one of those days.
Hudson leaves his door open, and there’s something so sexy about a man with nothing to hide. And yet I can’t wait to live here, and give him a reason to keep the door closed.
Before making my closet and bed rounds, I head into the adjoined bathroom, and flip on the lights.
Hudson remodeled this bathroom forheryears ago. My teeth grind as my jaw clenches at the thought of that sorry excuse for a wife.
The first year he lived next door was agonizing because she was still here. She came the day after I met him, and let's just say, had she not been Bear’s birth mother, she’d have had to go… for other reasons. Luckily, she showed herself out of Bluebell permanently.
What a foolish, ungrateful woman his ex-wife was.
He bought land, animals, remodeled a house, moved his sister—he did everything to giveherthe life she wanted, and still, the ungrateful whore trampled his heart and took off. “Fucking cunt,” I breathe, taking in the gorgeous wainscotting and the immaculately painted walls, the claw-foot tub and wide, open-air shower, plush navy towels and cerulean tinting the overhead light. The attention to detail in every inch makes me so needy and wet.
He stepped into this shitty old bathroom and thought of every single thing she liked, and with his bare hands, brought it to life. And what did she do? Sucked his best friend’s cock and ran off.
I would appreciate it. Idoappreciate it, even though it’s not for me.
Lifting the lid off the wicker hamper, I collect Hudson’s morning towel. When I live here, I’ll nudge him to hang them out before hampering them. But because they never smell like mildew, I know the man is good at laundry.
And that’s hot, too.
I press the damp terry to my nose, sucking in the scent of cedar and patchouli. I love that he buys a masculine soap. I don’t like thinking of anyone else smelling him, but still, I love the way he smells. I wish I could bathe in it, bottle it, drink it, roll the fuck around in it. It’s so good.
Pressing it to my cheek, I rub the damp fabric along my skin, imagining Hudson wiping cum off my lips and nose after a facial. My body warms at the fantasy.Hot sprays over my face, feral, deep-rooted grunts in the air, followed by his utter attention and care as he cleans me afterward—so perfect.
One day.
One day soon.
Dropping it into the basket, I replace the lid and face the sink, where my eyes go easily to the red toothbrush that rests idly in the silver cup. Reaching into my pocket, I produce the brand-new red toothbrush, or item number B0124AZG8Y as I know it. After removing it from the package, I shove the plastic wrappings and strip of cardboard into my pocket and switch the new one with his. My mouth waters now that the sleek plastic is pinched in my palm. I clutch the counter’s edge as I bring the toothbrush to my mouth, sucking in a steady breath before I plunge it inside.
“Ohhh,” my soft moan wraps the brush as the tough bristles sink into my gums and teeth. The taste of his cavity-protection toothpaste floods my tongue, and below my waist, everything goes a little haywire. The brush is stilldamp from use, and still carries lingering traces of him on it. I suck it, minty liquid running onto my tongue from the bristles, and any traces of him left behind… I swallow. I keep the brush pinched in between my molars as I slowly get undressed.
With my shoes by the back door, all I need to do is ditch my overalls. Unclipping each strap, I look at my pink toenails as denim pools on the floor around me. A few more steps and I'm tugging back the haphazard covers on Hud’s bed, exposing the sheet where he slept.
I smooth my hand over the wrinkled fitted sheet, sad that it no longer holds warmth from his body. I close my eyes, still chewing on his toothbrush as I envision tangling my legs with his, reaching into his boxers before he’s awake and pleasuring him until he’s conscious. I can’t wait to press my lips into the soft, private spot on the side of his throatthat every other woman can see when he’s dressedand know thatonly I get access to it intimately.
Carefully, I slide under the covers, not having to protect the sensual shudder that racks my shoulders at the feel of being in his bed. I also don’t have to mask my moans, because I’m alone, and so as I pull my baby t-shirt up, letting his top sheet rub against my hardened nipples,I moan.
I turn onto my side, rubbing my cheek on the pillow as I hold his bedsheet in my hand, bringing it to my body. With another swallow, still somewhat minty, I pull his brush from my mouth and fall onto my back, in the center of his bed.
