3. Mila
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MILA
“I can’t believe it,” I said, laughing as we entered our suite. “Everyone bought our story.”
We stayed downstairs for a few hours, having about four cocktails each before we called it a night. I shut and locked the door, following Hudson into the suite.
He laughed out loud. “They ate up our engagement story and didn’t think twice questioning about our relationship.”
“We really played our parts well, wouldn’t you agree?” I asked.
“We sure did,” Hudson said, stopping by the couch.
“Your ex didn’t look happy to see me, by the way. She seems like a real bitch,” I pointed out.
“Don’t let her get to you. She is a bitch, and probably jealous that I’m engaged to a beautiful woman.” He winked, making me blush instantly, my cheeks heating up.
When we were mingling with the other wedding guests, it felt like Hudson and I were truly in a relationship. The way he kissed me on the forehead tenderly, gazed into my eyes, held me close, kept me by his side. It made everything feel all so real, like he had feelings for me. I knew all of this was just for show this week, but I secretly hoped this would turn into something real. The teenage crush I had on Hudson came flooding back the moment he asked me to be his holidate. Maybe I never really got over him and just pushed the thoughts aside, knowing that I’d never have a chance with him. But now, this was the chance I’ve been waiting for to be together with him.
“Thanks for doing this for me, Mila,” he said.
My lips curved to a warm smile. “Of course. I’m glad that I could help you out.”
I walked toward him, but my heel caught on something and I stumbled. He was quick to react and caught me as I fell into his arms. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. I tipped my head back, and my breath hitched as our eyes locked. Heat flared in his eyes, the blues getting darker and more intense. I got a whiff of his warm, spicy scent. It was intoxicating and making me weak. There was a crackle in the air between us, our gaze not breaking. My heart rate sped up, heat spreading through my body at the close proximity of him.
His eyes lowered to my lips, then flicked back to my eyes. He leaned down, our faces close. Is he going to kiss me?
Then he stopped, clearing his throat and breaking away from me, shaking his head. I took a step back. Warmth spread on my cheeks, feeling embarrassed at the thought of Hudson wanting to kiss me.
Hudson’s never going to kiss me. I’m his best friend’s daughter. He’s never going to be mine.
Hudson ran his hand through his hair. “I’m getting tired. The jet lag is catching up with me,” he muttered. “We should get some rest. We had a long day.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, then nodded, agreeing with him. “Yeah, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Hudson.” My voice was soft, giving him one last look before heading to the bedroom.
“Good night, Mila.”
I went to the bedroom and closed the door behind me, heading straight to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I changed into my pajamas, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before slipping under the covers.
I laid in the king-sized bed all alone, wondering how it would feel to have Hudson beside me, cuddling into him. I reflected back on the events of today, how Hudson and I were acting, touching each other and flirting. It felt so real, but I knew this charade was only for the week.
I wondered if Hudson felt that same electric charge that I felt when we were together. The look in his eyes told me he did, but I wasn’t one-hundred percent confident. I wanted more with him and would make a move, but I didn’t want to make it awkward if he didn’t feel the same for me.
I took a deep breath in and sighed, trying to relax my mind. My eyelids felt heavy, slowly closing and unable to stay awake much longer. Soon, I drifted off to sleep with Hudson on my mind.
* * *
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep well. Although my body felt tired, my mind was restless still reflecting back on yesterday’s events. I checked the time and it was seven-thirty in the morning. I got up from bed, pulling the curtains open, then stepped onto the balcony. I inhaled a deep breath, taking in the fresh, salty air and sounds of the ocean. It really was a breathtaking view. After a few moments, I went back inside and opened the bedroom door slowly, making sure not to wake Hudson if he was still sleeping. I carefully went to the kitchen to get a bottled of water from the fridge, then headed back to the bedroom, passing Hudson sleeping on the couch.
I stopped and gazed at him, admiring how handsome he was. He was shirtless, and my eyes roamed over his toned chest, a light dusting of salt and pepper hair covering it, and his ripped abs. He looked good for his age. He took care of himself, looking really fit. I didn’t want to look like a creep standing there, so I quickly went back to my room, chugging the water. I must have been dehydrated from drinking all those cocktails last night.
Today’s pre-wedding festivities that Courtney and Kevin planned for their guests is making Hawaiian flower leis. I pulled out a floral sun dress and my bra and panties, then went into the en suite to take a shower.
I left the bathroom door cracked open. Hudson was sleeping and the bedroom door was closed. I wasn’t worried about him walking in on me. I wouldn’t mind if he did, though. Only in my dreams. I let the hot water steam up the glass shower walls before stepping inside. The water fell on top of my head, streaming down my body before dripping onto the dark tiled floor.
My mind went back to Hudson, my need for him growing. This was going to be a long week, being so close to him and resisting to touch him. My hands traveled over my slick body, grabbing my breasts, squeezing. I tweaked my nipples, pulling the sharp tips, the sensation going straight to my clit.
I closed my eyes as one of my hands lowered to my pussy, my fingers stroking my slit. I moaned, thinking of that sexy, silver fox in the other room touching me, trying to imagine how his fingers would feel on the sensitive parts of my body. I leaned back against the tiled wall, the cool surface causing a shiver through my body.
I rubbed my clit, pleasure building in my core.
“Yes, right there,” I whimpered, spreading my legs wider.
My fingers worked my sensitive bud, rubbing vigorously, my other hand kneading my breast, pinching my nipple. I fantasized Hudson, grabbing my breasts, sucking on my tits as he tried to get me off with his fingers.
I inserted a finger in my pussy, sliding it in and out of the slick channel, then added another finger.
“Fuck baby, it feels so good,” I purred.
My breathing hastened, my heart rate sped up as I got closer to my climax. Soft pants left my lips in between my moaning.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I moaned, my hand lowered from my breast to my clit. I rubbed tight circles on it as my other hand thrusted in my pussy.
“Hudson,” I cried out, my pussy clenching around my fingers, body shuddering with my release.
As I came down from my high, I pulled my fingers out, panting and trying to catch my breath. This was the closest I was going to have Hudson fuck me. Only in my fantasies.