32. Evan
Chapter 32
Evan
With my back to the spray, my left forearm braced my body as my front pressed into Hudson’s back. I laced our fingers together and held on like I never wanted to let go. We were desperate for each other, and fucking was out of the question. We just needed a quick release, so rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks while I jerked him with my right hand was what we needed.
“I love it when you pin me down like this. Make me yours.”
I bit down gently on his shoulder to keep myself from blowing too quickly. Hudson could undo me with a single phrase, but I wasn’t ready.
“God, I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”
Shifting my hips, I changed the angle of my movement, making him moan when the tip of my cock skimmed past his hole.
“God, Evan. Just get inside me. I can take it.”
“No,” I murmured into his ear between ragged breaths. “It would hurt. Just need to get off, then fuck later.”
His hell fell forward onto our arms as he reached back to pull me closer. There was no way to get physically closer than we were, but I understood the sentiment. And I felt it too. He needed the connection.
Neither of us could wait a second longer when we got home. It had taken all my willpower not to carry him off to bed the moment we walked through the front door.
When my orgasm was close, I rubbed my jaw along his. The familiar rasp of our stubble confirmed I was home with him.
“I love you. So fucking much.”
“Love you,” he said as I tightened my fist around his shaft.
His cock hardened and pulsed as his warm release ran over my fingers. Hudson shuddered in my arms as I continued to pump until my orgasm took me over.
My cum spurted between us, marking his back and my front. Breathing heavily, I held on to him and kissed his shoulder and neck, any place I could get my hands on.
Hudson turned to face me. Cupping my face in his hands, he brought his mouth to mine in a languid kiss so sweet it almost brought tears to my eyes.
Holding him close, we kissed until our lips were swollen. Resting my forehead along his, I took a deep comforting breath.
“Are you ready to get out?” I asked, swiping his hair back from his face.
“Yes. I’m exhausted. It’s been a crazy day.”
I kissed his forehead. “Let’s get out and you can tell me all about it.”
He chuckled. “It’s boring, except for one part.”
“Save that for the bed.”
We washed up quickly and then turned off the water. Hudson was less talkative than usual, and I chalked that up to the orgasm.
When we crawled into bed, I took him in my arms. His head rested on my chest as I ran my fingers through his damp hair.
“Tell me all about your day. What happened?”
He shifted to look up at me. “Right before I left the office, I got a call from Senator Andrews.”
I stiffened. “Wait. The one who’s running for President?”
Hudson noticed my reaction. Then sat up. “The very one.”
“What did he want?”
He shifted back against the headboard. “He wants to add my name to the list of potential cabinet members. The FBI has to clear all nominees, and Collin is getting a jump on that.”
My eyes bugged out. “Seriously? That’s amazing! What position? What did you say?”
Hudson looked at me with apprehension in his eyes. “Are you excited about this?”
I reached for his hand. “Babe, that’s an incredible offer, no matter what you decide.”
He looked at me like he wasn’t sure who I was, then got up out of bed. I watched as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
My hackles went up immediately, and I knew I’d not given him the answer he was expecting.
I pulled my knees up under the sheet and circled my arms around them.
“Did I say something wrong?”
Hudson turned and looked at me. He ran his hands through his hair, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Talk to me, babe.”
He turned and looked at me. “I didn’t expect you to be so supportive. Just caught me off guard.”
I frowned. “Hudson, I said it was an honor to be nominated. You haven’t told me what your answer was. And it’s your decision. Not mine.”
His brow furrowed, and I knew I’d said the wrong thing again. So I held my hands up. “Let me start over.”
“Okay.”
“You said you were nominated. I said it was an honor.”
I reached for his hand, and he willingly gave it to me. “My position is this. No matter what you choose to do, whether you take it or decline it, I’ll be right by your side. Nothing will change how I feel about you. And if you want to take the job, we’ll make it work.”
His eyes became glassy. “But you live in San Diego.”
“And you live in Sacramento. We’ll be okay. I have one more year on my contract with the Storm, and they have a team in Washington. But before we go too far down this road, can you tell me what you said to his offer?”
Hudson huffed out a laugh. “I said he could add my name to the list, but that I would most likely turn it down.”
“Was it because of us?”
Hudson shook his head. “Not completely. There were a lot of factors. The only reason I said yes was because I was already late, and I didn’t want to miss Jack’s tryout. Collin is a talker, and he would have kept on for hours.”
I chuckled at him. “Sounds like a persuasive guy.”
“He is. And I apologize for reacting the way I did.”
“It’s okay, babe. But you need to know, I’m behind you if you change your mind.”
Hudson leaned in and kissed me. “I appreciate that. It would have to be an unbelievable offer to change my mind.”
“Either way, I just want to stay in this moment with you. I want to sleep in your bed, hold you, make love to you, and enjoy the precious time we have together.”
“Are you going to steal more linens?”
“Maybe,” I said. “And I might steal your clothes, too.”
Hudson crawled on top of me and lowered his body to mine.
“You can have anything you want, sweetheart.”
I grinned. “Good. Take those clothes off. I’m not done with you.”
The next morning, I woke up blissfully sated to the smell of pancakes. Hudson’s side of the bed was cold, so I knew it was him.
Pulling myself out of bed, I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt, a jockstrap, and a pair of athletic shorts. The last thing I needed was for Erin or Jack to see me sporting a boner for their dad.
Before I returned to San Diego, Hudson suggested I leave some clothes here. It made last-minute trips much easier when I didn’t have to think about packing a bag. I could leave practice and catch the next flight to be here whenever I could.
When I got to the kitchen, Hudson was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. The smell permeated the air and made my stomach growl.
“Good morning,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “That smells good.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I said, kissing his neck.
Hudson laughed. “I bet you are. I made more than we’ll ever eat. Grab some coffee.” He pointed his spatula toward the coffeemaker. “Your oat milk creamer is in the fridge. And I picked up that yam cream you were talking about in case you need it.”
Jack came into the kitchen and walked over to high-five me.
“Morning, Evan. Dad, are you making bacon, too?”
I ruffled his hair as he made his way to sit on a barstool and smiled to myself.
“Yes. Thought we might want to celebrate that tryout. You were amazing, son.”
“You already said that,” Jack replied with a yawn.
I retrieved my creamer and made my coffee, then leaned against the counter to watch them.
Erin came down, obviously awakened by the pancake alarm. She made her way to me for a hug, then over to Hudson.
This was everything I’d always wanted. I knew how exhausting football season was for me, and I hoped my three favorite people survived as well.