38. Hudson
38
HUDSON
A s I finish cleaning the kitchen, I watch Lacy and Harvey at the dining table as they open the model plane. Their interaction comes easily, and it has been a long time since I’ve had any woman as close to my son as Lacy is right now. His own mother loved him more than anything, but he was only a baby when we lost her, so he has never really had a female in that role before. You would think they have known each other for years and do this every day. Harvey is completely at ease in her presence and Lacy is laughing, clearly enjoying herself, and a new feeling of contentment rests in my chest. Like this could possibly be something. This could possibly be my life here in Whispers.
“I think it’s bedtime, buddy,” I call out to Harvey, walking over to where they sit.
“But Daaaaadddd,” he whines, not happy because we haven’t had any time to put this plane together, but it’s late, and he has been running around all day. Just when I’m about to tell him no arguing, I spot him yawning.
“Bedtime,” I say again, my voice lowering as I walk over to him.
“We can start it tomorrow,” Lacy says to him, her smile soft. The light shines on her glossy red lips, and all I can think about is her tongue and that fucking cherry from today. I need to order a box of them so every time she comes over, I can watch her eat them and tie the stem. It’s the perfect foreplay for me, and even now, thinking back to it has me half-hard.
“Can Lacy tuck me in?” Harvey asks, and I pause. He has never asked for anyone else to tuck him in before. Not even Grandma. I look at Lacy, knowing she doesn't need another thing to add to her list, but before I can say anything, she smiles at my son, and I see him melt.
“I would love to,” Lacy says, then looks at me. I have no idea how I can resist either of them at this point. As Harvey walks down the hall to his room, my body is humming for her.
“Come on, we can both do it,” I tell her, holding out my hand for her, and she takes it. Her delicate fingers entwine with mine, and we follow Harvey down the hall to his room. I’m surprised to see him already changed and crawling into bed. He’s obviously more tired than I thought.
“Can we do the plane after breakfast, Lacy?” Harvey asks, his eyes half closing.
“Sure thing. Now you get some sleep because we will need full brain power for the model plane tomorrow,” Lacy says, stepping forward and pulling up his blankets, tucking them around his shoulders. “Good night, Harvey,” I hear her whisper before she steps back.
“Good night, buddy.” I kiss his forehead, his breathing already deep, eyes fully closed. Huffing a laugh, I shake my head as we step out of the room, and I close his door.
“He really is adorable,” Lacy says as we walk together back down the hall.
“Thank you for the plane. You didn’t need to buy it, but I know Harvey loves it.” I wrap my hand around her middle and pull her to me. Holding her close, toe to toe, we face each other.
“I knew he would love it.” She looks up at me, and now that Harvey is down, there is only one person on my mind.
“I like it. I also like you, Miss Jones,” I murmur as I bend down, putting my lips to hers. The kiss is soft, a little tease, for her or for me, I’m not sure.
“Well, that’s good because I like you too, Doctor Hamilton.” Her tone is light and sassy, and I smile as our lips touch again. Moving my hands around her tighter, I pull her to me, sealing my lips to hers, and I feel her body mold into mine. Her hands run up my arms and hug my neck as her body arches slightly.
“Let’s go,” I say against her mouth before I bend and pick her up and muffle her surprised scream with another kiss. As I grab her ass and lift her to my waist, her legs curl around me perfectly. She cups my jaw with her palm and her thumb rubs across my stubble, her soft skin in complete contrast. Any tension I hold starts to fall away.
“Do you need anything else before I lock you in my room for the night?” I ask as my lips find hers again and I kiss her slowly.
“No. Just you. I just need you,” she whispers, shaking her head a little as I squeeze her ass in my hands, my jeans tightening just by having her in my arms like this.
“Good. Because you’ve got me.” And then I’m moving, hitting the stairs and running straight up them to my room on the other side of the house as Harvey.
“Hudson!” she squeals, her grip tightening around my neck to hold on, but there is no way I would let her fall. My palm is flat on her back, the other still grabbing her ass in these sexy-as-sin jeans she wears.
“Are you practicing?” I tease, before I lower my head and suck on her neck, my steps not faltering.
“Practicing?” she asks breathily as her head falls to the side, letting me bite and suck on her skin. As I walk across the threshold and into my bedroom, her hips grind on mine with a moan.
“Practicing yelling my name,” I tell her as I toss her onto my bed.
“Hudson!” she yelps in a mix of excitement and shock. I close the door behind me and stalk toward her, her eyes glistening as she sits up onto her knees to greet me.
“I like having you in my bed, Lacy baby,” I tell her as I lean down and kiss her slowly. As I do, I grab the hem of her sweater, and she sits back, lifting her arms so I can sweep the knit straight over her head.
“I just like being where you are,” she says quietly. I sure as hell want her with me every day, and if I could make that happen ASAP, I would. She waits, watching me as my eyes bore into hers.
“You are everything I never knew I needed.” I cup her jaw, searching her eyes as I swallow roughly, my feelings coming in thick and hot. “I thought I knew what life was about. I had Harvey, I was successful at work. I have money, the jet, real estate. I have everything I could ever want or need. But I still remember the first time I saw you.” My other hand runs through her hair and her hands settle on my chest, still up on her knees on the mattress, with me standing on the floor right in front of her.
“I was such a mess that day you came to the house.” She huffs a laugh at herself, and I shake my head.
“Not that day,” I say, and her face falls a little.
“At Marie’s Place, when I was tied to the…” she starts to say, and I interrupt her.
“Not that day either.”
Her eyebrows dip a little in confusion, and I smile.
“You had on these jeans…” I murmur as my hand lowers, and I cup her ass because I fucking love her in these jeans. “And a black Whiteman’s Whiskey T-shirt with the gold logo emblazoned on the front. It was fitted, and your curves in that outfit were fucking phenomenal.” I groan, the memory of her working the bar for Tanner still fresh in my mind like it was yesterday, not over six months ago.
“Just like me for my body, huh?” she teases.
“You had your hair back in a ponytail…” I run my hand through her hair again, the soft threads coating my fingers and falling freely. “Your eyes were big and bright. An d your smile…” I say, my words left hanging. Her face changes then into an expression of more disbelief of what I remember and the impact she has had on me. “Your smile that night, Lacy, it could light up the whole damn town,” I whisper to her, and I see her eyes start to glisten. “You were like an angel, baby. And I knew that night… I knew that you were without a doubt put on this earth just for me.”
Three little words dance at the end of my tongue. I want to say them. I want to tell her. But I refrain.
“I came back for you,” I admit, chest tight with emotion. “That night in the hospital, you were asleep, I was holding your hand. I knew, Lacy. I knew then where I needed to be.”
“Hudson,” she breathes, and I lean down and kiss her. Sealing our words, cementing this moment in our minds, I wrap her body close. With my hand still cupping her jaw, I move her mouth where I need it to deepen our kiss, and her hands dig into my shirt at my chest, holding on just as tight.
I never want to stop kissing her, and I hope I never have to.