Chapter 5
Hudson
Monday morning
She had been hurt before. I could tell by the way she talked about her son’s father.
The last thing I wanted was to add to that shit, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t stunt.
I wanted her little ass something bad. Last night only gave me a taste, then this morning, I woke up with a whole ass frenzy going through my mind.
Even though she clammed up on me last night, when I opened my eyes, the scent of her body wrapped around mine made that shit even worse.
This was what, day three? And I was obsessed about everything about this woman.
“Mhmm.” She moaned the moment my lips made contact with the sweetness between her legs.
She thought I was fucking around when I said she let me encounter parts of her I could call home.
“Hudsonn.” She moaned my name at the same time her hands found my head.
As soon as I located her spot, I zeroed in on it, making sure she felt me. Then right before she could cum, I pulled back and looked at her.
“Hudson,” she whined.
“You done overthinking ’bout this?” I used my finger to tease and apply pressure to her mound.
“Yes, fuck. Yes.” She sounded like she was holding onto control by a thread, and that made my dick harder. I dove back in, making sure with each lick she shuddered. Less than two seconds later, she came so hard that shit pooled out, and my tongue was right there to catch and clean it up.
When I was finished, I felt her shudder under my touch, which brought a smile to my face.
I was on my knees between her legs, mentally anticipating the moment I hit bottom inside of her.
Something about that made me feel like not only was she unraveling, but I was too.
It was wild how unreal that shit felt … how unreal she felt.
“Open up for me, G.”
She did exactly as she was asked and I slid into her slick folds, reminding myself that I couldn’t cum in this woman again.
I wasn’t ignorant. I knew it only took one time.
I just wasn’t trying to make the odds greater, but I’d be damned if I missed the opportunity to feel what I felt last night.
Her center was so tight and inviting, shit.
It was like she was made just for me. Fuck, I had to pull out.
After making sure Greene didn’t have the energy to overthink, I walked her to her car before promising to be at her spot a little later for this late ass Christmas decorating she did with her son.
That shit was funny, because who decorated two days before the holidays?
Shit, at this point, she might as well not, but she did it for her kid; so I understood.
I was on my way back into the house when I heard my name.
“Hudson.”
I turned my head and spotted Versai in the doorway of her and Hani’s spot.
“Yeah, Cousin?” Ever since Versai’s small speech the other day, she had been Cousin to me, because only family gave speeches like that.
Then, the fact that no other man in my family would say what she did, created an unspoken bond that I guess I needed.
Hani would worry quietly without asking if I was cool and so would my father, but she was different. She spoke her mind and I respected it.
She didn’t respond but instead moved out of the doorway, leaving the door open. That was her way of telling me to come over. I laughed and jogged toward the door before entering. When I walked in, I was immediately greeted by Dai. Lil mama was walking around with a bear and a long face.
“Hushon.” She smiled in my direction before holding her hands out for me to pick her up. Kids loved me, even though I didn’t have any.
I picked her up and closed the door, walking further into the house. When I entered, Versai was standing in the kitchen with a tea mug in her hand.
“Good morning, Hudson,” she greeted.
“Morning, fam. What’s up?”
“You. They are both worried about you and I think you’re just fine. Plus you’re getting along great with a certain somebody.” Now she had a sneaky smirk on her face.
I chuckled. “Nothing to worry about, I’m just feeling my way around and seeing what’s out here. Tell them that, please.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “I would, but they asked me not to say anything. But if you happen to tell them yourself that you’re fine, I’m sure it’ll do some good.”
“Yet you said something.” I laughed, sitting the toddler on the island and taking a seat on the barstool in front of her.
She shrugged. “Take it from the last person to come here looking for something. People like your father and cousin will run themselves ragged, worried about what you’re looking for because they care. They just don’t know how to really say it.”
I nodded. “Did you find it?”
She looked up from the cup to me, then nodded. “That and so much more. I came here lost, looking for parts of me I didn’t know I’d left here. I didn’t realize that until I was here though. Your cousin was a big part of me finding that. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you looking for, Hudson?”
“I toggle between not knowing and knowing, to be honest. But if I’m keeping it a buck, I feel like I’m looking for a life outside of the one I created. A sense of belonging and not just around people who make money off me.”
She smiled. “Then you’ve come to the right place, home. Now you have to decide if it is that for you. It’s okay to do a little bit of soul searching, just don’t lose your soul in the process.”
I nodded again. Her words resonated in a way I wasn’t used to. It was damn near the same way with Greene. I had spent so long being around people whose actions were motivated by money, so they agreed with everything I said and only gave input to keep me in a moldable box.
“Now, on to my next piece of business…” Her eyes narrowed with that statement. “Greene.”
The mention of shorty brought a smile to my face. “What about her?” I asked in a teasing tone.
“I like her, so don’t you mess it up.”
“Good, ’cause I like her too.” I winked.
“You better.”
We talked for a while longer before my cousin entered the kitchen through the back door.
He predicted that his horse Bridget would go into labor today while Versai said Christmas.
I didn’t have any input because I didn’t know a damn thing about horses.
I was headed back to the house when Duhani asked me to take a ride with him in a few. Shit, that was fine with me.
I had just hopped out of the shower when I got a call.
Of course it was Ronny; she didn’t give up too easily.
She hadn’t left me alone like I requested, but instead over the past few days had been sending different articles and interviews about me.
I paid none of that shit attention, because in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter.
None of that shit mattered when at the end of the day I had to decide if I was happy with myself or not.
I moved toward the phone, picking it up and putting it on speaker.
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god. I thought you wouldn’t answer.” Ronny sighed into the phone.
“Well, I did. What’s up?”
“Are you any closer to coming home than when we last spoke? They’re saying you dropped off the face of the earth, Hudson.”
“Doesn’t matter, technically I did. What is the team saying?”
“Nothing, besides the same lie that they know where you are and you’re resting up during the holidays.”
I laughed. They knew not to say anything crazy. Shit, I knew too much. I could have buried that team if I wanted to, but I just wanted to be left alone. Shit, was that too much to ask for?
“When are you coming home? Not only am I nervous, but Marty is getting antsy. There is too much happening that we can’t control.”
“That’s life. Now do me a favor and don’t call me again until after the holidays.
I’m enjoying my fucking family and staying out of the way.
I suggest you do the same.” I hung up before she could finish speaking.
My phone was ringing when I went to toss it on the bed, but this time it was my mother, and that call I didn’t have the energy to answer.
By the time I finished dressing to go, Hani was at the door.
I gave myself a once over, then moved to the living room to grab my coat.
I wasn’t used to this cold at all. I opened the door to leave, then reached on the side of me to cut the lights out.
Pulling the door closed behind me, I pulled on my parka.
Once I had it zipped all the way up, I pulled the hood over my head and followed Hani.
“I think I’ma get a truck or something to get around out here.” I looked out of the window as he drove. I could feel his eyes after I spoke though.
“That means you plan on sticking around after the holidays, huh?”
I laughed. “Something like that. You good with it?”
“Of course I am. We’re family, but don’t act like you have me in mind with that idea. I peeped you’ve been keeping the company of a certain veterinarian.”
I chuckled. “It’s about more than her. Shit, it’s about finding my sense of belonging outside of football.”
He nodded. “I feel that, but could you turn your back on football?”
I shook my head. “Not really but being here away from everything that makes it a job has made it easy for me to realize it’s not everything to me. I guess I’m saying I don’t have to play in front of millions of people to feel validated anymore.”
“Could you coach?”
I glanced over at him, confusion etched in my features. “Never thought of it that way, but hell yeah.”
“That’s good to hear, so you ain’t looking to turn your back on it. You could probably think about transitioning, I mean, if you stay here.”
The “if you stay here” part was definitely him hovering without hovering.
“Yeah, if I stay, Hani. Now what do you have up your sleeve?”
“Nothing, ’cause I ain’t wearing sleeves.” He pulled the truck into a parking lot.