Bexley
I could feel my orgasm building and it was becoming too hard to hold back. I’d never been one to like having my hair pulled, it felt like they were trying to dominate me, but with Hudson, it felt different—safe.
“Stop rubbing,” he demanded. “I don’t want you to come just yet,” he whispered in my ear.
He stopped moving, let go of my hair, and just waited, his hard cock throbbing deep inside of me. I finally regained control of my breathing and, just as I did, I felt his hands reach around and cup my breasts, the weight of them resting in his hands as he stroked my nipples. He pulled me up, so I was kneeling on the bed, his cock still planted deep inside of me, and kissed me hard.
“You ready to come now?” he whispered, his lips against mine.
I nodded as he kissed me again, slower this time.
“How about you get on your back?” he whispered, pulling himself from me.
I lay down and moved up a little, while Hudson knelt down on the bed. He ran his hands up my leg, then gripped my foot, bringing my ankle to his lips. Slowly, he kissed his way up my leg, then my hip, my tummy, between my breasts, until he met my mouth.
Parting my legs around him, he slid himself into me, holding me, kissing me as he slowed his pace. My fingers dug into his back muscles the closer I got. Every nerve in my body was on fire. He held me tight as we both came.
I’d been awake for the better part of an hour, staring up at the ceiling, while Hudson snored softly beside me. The memory of last night was vivid, and my body hurt in places it hadn’t in a long time.
I slipped from the bed and hopped in the shower. I’d felt more alive today than I had in months. Once showered, I decided to surprise him with breakfast. I got right to it, first frying the bacon while getting the eggs ready to be scrambled. I’d just dumped the eggs onto the plates and turned to place them on the table when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
I whipped around to see Hudson leaning against the doorframe. He was already dressed. His jeans hung low on his hips and his shirt lay over the back of the chair. He stood there, watching me, a small smile on his face.
“God, you scared me.” I giggled.
His eyes ran the length of my body. I looked down at myself. I’d gotten out of the shower and realized my clothes were in the bedroom. I hadn’t wanted to disturb Hudson, so I had thrown on his hoodie and nothing else.
“I borrowed it. Is that okay?” I questioned.
He nodded. Taking a step into the kitchen, he grabbed his shirt and pulled me into him. “Good morning,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. He slowly brought his lips to mine. “Would have been nice to wake up with you beside me,” he said, kissing me again.
“Oh, I wanted to surprise you,” I whispered, nodding to the two plates on the counter. “I made us breakfast.”
I slid from his arms and brought over the plates, placing them on the table. I grabbed the two glasses of juice I’d poured and brought them over, then sat down beside him. He’d already dug into the eggs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone make me breakfast before.”
“Does everything taste okay?” I asked, taking a bite of my bacon.
Hudson nodded. “What about you?”
“Bacon is good. Haven’t tried the eggs yet. Sometimes, I over cook them.” I shrugged.
He looked at me. “I wasn’t talking about breakfast.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I knew he was going to ask me about last night. Two people who have been friends for a while and then sleep together normally don’t ever work out. I was worried about that. We hung in the same circle. What would it be like if we decided we weren’t for one another?
“Be honest,” he added.
“Honest?” I asked.
“Yes, honest.”
I was quiet for a moment as all these thoughts and feelings ran through me. I took a drink of juice to get rid of the dry spot at the back of my throat. “It was amazing,” I said, my voice cracking. “What about me, was I okay?”
I could feel my cheeks heating as I waited for his response.
He met my eyes. “You were more than amazing,” he said, leaning in and kissing me.
He dug his fork back into his eggs.
“Can I tell you something else?” I questioned.
“Of course.”
“I never thought I’d date again, nor get laid again.”
Hudson broke out into laughter. “Why’s that?”
February was something I hadn’t spoken about with any of my friends, aside from Maya. It hurt way too much, and all I’d wanted to do was forget it. I’d done well, I’d ignored what had happened, and I’d holed up in my apartment using excuse upon excuse to keep my friends away, until now. Until Maya had set Hudson and me up.
“I didn’t tell anyone.” I swallowed hard.
“What? Did you have a nasty breakup or something?” Hudson asked. “Did the guy not give you the big O?”
“No. You know I have dated no one seriously since last summer, and the guy in January doesn’t count. We never made it more than a few dates.”
“Okay, so what is it?”
I looked down at my plate. “In February, Valentine’s Day, to be exact, I was working out of town at a hospital. I’d been sent to cover a few shortages during the night shift. We got everything caught up ,and since I had put in so much overtime, I left a few hours early and made my home. I was driving down this country road when suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a person. I swerved but couldn’t avoid him.”
I looked up to see the shock on Hudson’s face. “Oh my god, Bex, why didn’t you say anything to any of us?”
“I only told Maya.” I shrugged. “Anyway, I rushed out of the car and ran over to him. He was in bad shape, mangled from being hit, but he was talking. Then suddenly he wasn’t breathing. I ran and got my first-aid kit and my phone, calling the police and ambulance while I went to work on him. His girlfriend stood at the side of the road, crying. I did everything I could, everything I’d been trained to do, but couldn’t save him. By the time the paramedics arrived, he was gone.”
I picked up my glass and took a drink, clearing the hard lump that sat in my throat.
“When the police got there, they talked to his girlfriend and then told me there would be no charges. I do not know why. I mean, I hit him and he died. I didn’t see him, and I just can’t forgive myself. I can still hear his girlfriend crying, screaming at the police.”
I wiped my eyes, feeling the overwhelming sadness taking over once again.
When I looked over at Hudson, he had a funny look on his face. One I hadn’t seen before. He dragged his fork through his eggs, then stood up. He looked like he was going to be sick, and instantly I grew worried. “Look, I’ve got to get going,” he muttered.
I frowned. I’d opened up like he’d asked. Had I said something wrong? “You’re leaving?” I questioned.
He said nothing. He just went to the door and shoved his feet into his shoes, opened the door, and left my apartment. I stood there, not sure what had happened, but I could already feel my world starting to crumble.
I’d opened up, probably way more than I should have. We never should have slept together. I’d been honest like he’d asked, and he’d been the first and only person, aside from Maya, that I’d told about that night and the one person I never thought would have left me, especially after everything that had happened last night. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and burst into tears.
I’d spent the day wrapped in blankets on the couch. After Hudson left, I’d spent the next couple of hours crying. I didn’t understand what I’d said or done to make him leave the way he did. I finally picked up the book I’d been reading and did everything I could to get lost in the pages. Anything to take my mind off the fact that he’d left. I was just about finished when my phone vibrated on the table.
Maya: You up for bowling?
: Nope
My answer was simple and to the point, which Maya didn’t always like. However, I didn’t want to be bothered. I didn’t want to be asked questions about how our third date had gone. The girls would see right through me, that I knew.
Maya: Spending the night with Hudson?
: Nope
Instantly, those three little dots jumped around. They looked more frantic than usual, and I could imagine Maya doing the same thing as she typed. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to see what it was she was going to say. I placed my phone on my stomach and closed my eyes until I felt it vibrate.
Maya: What do you mean, nope.
: Exactly what I said.
Maya: What happened?
: I don’t want to talk about it.
Maya: Too bad, you are going to talk about it.
: I’m not.
Maya: You are.
Suddenly, my phone started dinging, and I noticed both Poppy and Everly had been added to our chat. Talk about feeling ambushed. I let out a sigh.
Everly: What is going on?
Poppy: Looks like we’ve been added to a chat. See above.
Everly: Oh my, what is going on Bex?
: Nothing. I am just staying in okay. I want to be alone.
Maya: She is lying. There is something wrong. I can sense it.
Poppy: If she wants to stay in, let her. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong.
Everly: Yeah really, sometimes we all need to have our own time. I’m a huge advocate of it.
Maya: Ugh, you two aren’t listening to me. I’m telling you, something isn’t right. Liam left to go over to Hudson’s place. Said it was important but he wouldn’t tell me why.
Poppy: I think you are jumping to conclusions. They are being guys. Maybe he needs help with a car repair or something. Or maybe they just want to drink beer in peace.
Maya: I’m telling you, something is going on.
: Ugh. Can’t you just leave it alone?
I threw my phone on the couch and buried my face in my hands. I took a few deep breaths and picked my phone back up.
Maya: I told you girls there was something wrong.
Everly: Maybe she is just having a day. You were pretty grumpy the other day, according to Liam.
Poppy: No, I’m going to have to agree with Maya. Something isn’t right. She isn’t normally this short. I’m worried.
Maya: We should go to her place instead of bowling, find out what is going on.
Everly: I’m not sure that is a good idea. This is the therapist talking now.
That was the last message on my phone. They’d been sent while I’d been trying to calm myself down. I did not know what was going on or if they were really going to show up at my door.
: Hello???
I watched for any sign or a response, but there was nothing. It was like I was yelling into the void. I got up, slipped my feet into my slippers, and went to the kitchen to make some tea. I’d just gotten back to the couch when I heard a knock on my door. As I approached, I heard both Poppy and Everly talking away. I let out a breath and pulled the door open.
“What’s going on?” I questioned.
“Maya sent us. Damage control,” Everly said, coming in with an enormous bag of popcorn.
“I’ve got the chocolate,” Poppy added, holding up two bags of my favorite candy-coated chocolate, which only reminded me of movie night.
Everly wrapped her arms around me before heading into the living room, and Poppy did the same. These two were going to make me break down, I just knew it. Once they were inside, Ishut and locked the door, then joined them in the living room.
When they’d finally got me talking, there was no turning back. I told them about the accident because that was what had upset me the most. The fact that I’d told Hudson something so personal, and something that had harmed me as much as it had, only to have him walk out on me, had devastated me. The entire time I sat there sharing the story with them, I was worried that they would do the same thing Hudson had.
When I finished, I wiped my cheeks. My chest hurt, my eyes were red, I was a complete and utter mess. Poppy and Everly looked at one another, and then Everly reached over and took hold of my hand.
“Bex, you went through something very traumatic. It’s okay to be upset, and it’s not a wonder you pulled away from all of us. Are you sure you didn’t read into his leaving? That perhaps he hadn’t gotten a text about something and had to leave?”
“I was sitting right there. He never touched his phone.”
“You realize that when you were telling us about the accident that you never actually looked at either of us? Are you certain you didn’t do the same thing with him?”
I thought for a moment. This was why I never talked about this accident, because when I had to, I blanked every time. I’d done it with Maya, and I’d done it with the doctor I’d seen at the hospital who had prescribed me sleeping pills shortly after it happened because I hadn’t been able to sleep. When I’d walked from that appointment, he’d also given me a referral to see a psychiatrist. I could remember being pissed off about it at the time, but perhaps Everly was on to something.
“I don’t think so. I mean, he was right beside me. I’m sure I would have noticed.”
“You didn’t notice when we offered you popcorn or these little delights,” Everly said, holding up the bag of candy.
I frowned. Had I really blacked out? I could remember everything I’d said.
“I think you should come down to the clinic on Monday. I can see if Clara can see you, or one of the other doctors,” Everly said, clearly worried about me.
I sat back in the chair. “Fine.”
“I think you need to talk to him, Bex,” Poppy said. “Make sure it’s really the way you think it is. Why don’t you send him a text?” She nodded toward my phone.
With both their eyes on me, I picked up my phone and typed a message, then hit send. Then I looked at them both and they smiled.
“We will find out exactly what is going on,” she said, passing me the popcorn.
“It’s going to be fine,” Everly said. “It’s probably not as bad as you think.”
I shook my head, doubting their every word.
“We also slept together,” I blurted.
Both girls looked over at me, shock on their faces.
“Alright, well, that just opened an entirely new can of worms.”