33. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Hudson
I’m sitting slumped back on the couch in the dark when Finn comes back downstairs twenty minutes later. After Paige ran off, I’d shut off the TV, cleaned up the popcorn, grabbed a beer, and then flipped off the lights, hoping to quiet my mind. Did I make the right decision? Or am I just making shit worse? I wish I fucking knew.
Even with just the dim light from the light above the stove, I can see Finn’s changed into a tank top and some kind of flimsy, silky shorts. My chest floods with warmth when she stops next to the arm of the couch.
“Are you all right?” Her voice slides over me.
God, she’s beautiful. Her hair is undone now and falling over her shoulders in a thick curtain, the faint citrus and sandalwood filling my nose.
“Huddy?” She touches my shoulder and I realize she’s talking to me.
I gaze up at her. “Is she ok?”
She nods. “She’s asleep.”
She tucks her hair behind her ear and then runs her fingers across my shoulder to my neck. Resting her hand there, her fingers brush my hairline slightly. I love how comfortable she is touching me. It’s natural, like she was made to do it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Instead of answering, I take her hand, gently leading her around to stand between my knees. She waits as I take in every inch of her. From her feet—with that black polish that drives me fucking crazy, and that little, silver toe ring she’s had for years—then up her calves to the creamy skin of those thighs I want to bury my face between, to the jut of her hip bones, and the points of her perky tits in that tank top. She’s perfect. My eyes snag on the sexy pout of her lips, then up to the wide, expectant brown eyes she’s set on me.
She raises a hand to brush my hair off my forehead as I look up at her. “What do you need?” she whispers, and her voice is like a balm to my anxious mind.
I’ve never been good at being vulnerable with anyone but her, and even now, it feels like too much. Too heavy for what we agreed to. But I’ve never wanted to lie to her, and we’re friends first. So, I decide to be honest.
“To shut it all off.” I swallow, dropping my gaze. “Every decision I make feels so heavy.”
Her gaze softens further. “How can I help?”
I huff out a quiet puff of air, my eyes trailing up her body.
She nods, knowing without words. “Take what you need from me.”
My chest tightens. I want this with her so badly, and I know there will be no coming back from this, but I can’t find it in me to care. My voice sounds gruff, even to my own ears. “You sure?”
Her nod is slight. “Yes,” she breathes out.
My hands shake a bit when I run a finger up the line between her knees and across the front of her thigh, following the hem of her shorts. She shivers, making me smile. Sitting forward some, my hands find her waist, then drop lower, thumbs brushing back and forth over the silky fabric covering her hip bones. She’s so tiny, my hands have no trouble gripping all of her.
My heart hammers in my chest when the fingers of both hands dig into the sides of her ass, kneading. I’ve wanted my hands on this woman for two years, and even longer. She feels better than I ever imagined, and I’ve barely gotten started.
Running my fingertips down the outsides of her thighs, dusting over the silk of her sleep shorts, I tease the skin there. Goosebumps break out across her skin and a sigh leaves her lips. Her hands thread through my hair, pulling the slightest bit. My fingers trail up the inside of her thigh and under her shorts and my gaze slides to hers when I find the seam of her panties.
She pulls in a sharp breath, then sighs when I move across her pubic bone, causing her abs to clench and her fingers to tighten in my hair. I love the way she tugs a little, like she’s holding onto every bit of restraint she has. I’ll never get over how responsive she is, like my touch ignites a fire just under her skin. My heart pounds in my ears and anticipation coils in my gut. It’s exhilarating and unnerving all at once.
Lifting her tank top a bit, I press my lips to her navel, which dips in with the sharp intake of her breath at the contact. Her skin is warm and soft. I skate my hands and lips lower, taking her shorts with them, until she’s standing before me in purple lacy panties that make my mouth water.
She smells fucking incredible. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to wait to be inside her, and I haven’t even gotten her naked yet. Pressing warm kisses over the lace-covered apex of her thighs, I press my face against the spot just below her belly button. A low groan vibrates my chest when I breathe her in.
My whispered, “ Fuck,” is the only thing I hear, mixed with the pounding in my ears as my pulse skyrockets .
Gently pushing her backward toward the coffee table, I guide her to sit. The chessboard tilts, falling to the floor, and pieces scatter to the hardwood. Her eyes are hooded, and she’s got that lip trapped between her teeth, when I lift her feet one by one, draping them over my spread thighs. Wrapping an arm around her back, I pull her to the edge of the coffee table, then reach forward to yank it toward me. She braces herself on her hands behind her, the movement pushing her tits out.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
She shakes her head lightly.
My eyes drop to her chest, still covered by the thin fabric of her tank top, then lower, where she’s spread out before me. I run a finger over the top of her panties, just below her belly button, pulling another shiver from her. Sliding my fingers lower, I trace the damp lace covering her clit. She pants out a breath when I circle it twice.
“Fuck. You’re so wet already.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, biting that pillowy bottom lip again.
“This is all me?” My eyes flick up to hers in the dark. It’s hot as fuck how wet she is. I force the thought of tearing off her panties and burying myself in her to the back of my mind. I want to savor this moment, knowing I do this to her.
She swallows and squirms a little, lifting her hips. “Yeah.”
That simple word has my chest swelling with satisfaction. I move my thumb slightly, rubbing just a little on the wet spot. It’s not quite hard enough to press in with the lace, but just the promise of it has her lifting her hips again, searching for friction.
I search the table for a split second before reaching out, plucking up the white queen she uses every time we play. Her eyes track the movement. When I bring it to her chest, circling a nipple until it peaks, she whimpers and drops her head back, all that glorious hair fanning out around her hips .
“So fucking responsive.” I drag it across her chest to repeat the process on the other side until that nipple is peaked, too. “How’s that, pretty girl?” I whisper. “Are you aching yet?”
“Mm, yes. Again.” She gasps.
My chuckle is low when I lean closer and lightly flick one nipple, then the other with the tiny nub on the top of the marble game piece. Another whimper leaves her lips. Her head comes up, all hooded eyes and parted lips. She runs her tongue over her top lip, watching me when I drag the marble down her abdomen and over the lace. Avoiding her clit, I tease the crease between her thigh and her pussy until she’s writhing on the table.
“P–please,” she stutters out.
“Where do you want it? Tell me where it aches.”
“Everywhere.” Eyes closed, she shakes her head. Her voice is desperate. “My clit. Do it on my clit. Please.”
“Like this?” I drag it in a long sweep from her lace-covered entrance, up the damp slit, then circle it once around the swollen bud at the top.
“Yes,” she hisses out, rocking her hips, and her head falls back again. “More, please. I can’t— I need more.”
My hand follows the same track with a little more pressure this time and she cries out.
“Take them off, Huddy. Touch me.” She brings a hand up, gripping mine in hers, then uses her thumb to hook into her panties as her eyes meet mine.
A shaky breath leaves my lips. With a nod, I smooth my thumb over the lace covering her pussy. Her hips buck up and her knees tremble a bit. Palming the queen, I keep my eyes on hers as I work my fingers just under the waistband of lace. I want to watch her face, but seeing Finnley exposed to me for the first time is something I want seared into my memory. I drag my eyes from hers .
Pulling the lace down, centimeter by centimeter, my mind reels. I’ve imagined this moment more times than I can count over the years, and nothing compares to the sight of her hip bones and the little hollow below her belly button coming into view. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps. The line of her thighs makes my mouth water as I pull her panties lower, and suddenly, I’m met with the tiniest view of soft curls. My mouth goes dry when I realize she wasn’t just fucking with me about the whole shaving thing.
I’ve never been too picky about pussy—whether its clean shaven or natural. If it’s warm, wet, and clean, I’m in. But something about seeing her like this makes me fucking feral . I didn’t expect the straight shot of lust rushing to my cock at the sight. I haven’t even gotten her pants all the way off, and I’m already this close to blowing my load at the sight of her barely exposed to me.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out.
She lifts her hips with a breathy chuckle, allowing me to pull her panties off and down both her legs. Her legs slowly fall open, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s so swollen and wet, and a groan slips out of my lips when I realize every bit of her perfect pussy is the same dark rose color as those perfect fucking lips I love kissing.
I run a hand up her inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful, Finnley.”
Her sharp intake of air has me looking up at her. Her eyes are dark pools, pupils wide in the darkened living room. “Say it again,” she rasps.
I tilt my head slightly, a question in my eyes. “What?”
“My name,” she whispers, running her bottom lip through her teeth. “Say it again.”
Something tightens in my chest when I realize this may be the first time I’ve directly called her by her first name in…years. It’s usually Jameson, or sometimes babe, when we’re teasing one another. It feels significant. For both of us .
And now, she’s a Hayes. It makes me want to abandon my efforts to savor this moment and take her upstairs and really make her mine, in more than just name. I want to brand myself on her skin, bury myself in her so deeply, she’ll never forget who she belongs to. The thought steals the breath from my lungs, and I shake my head, bringing my focus back to the delicious view spread out before me.
My gaze meets hers and my voice is a harsh rasp of barely restrained need. “Can I taste you, Finnley?”
“Oh, my God. Yes, please,” she moans, her fingers flexing on the table behind her. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing.
I bring the smooth nub of the white marble to her clit lazily circling it twice, making her jump.
“God, that’s cold.” She chuckles.
“Sorry,” I whisper before sliding the smooth marble into my mouth. I only meant to warm it up a bit before teasing her with it, but the second I get the slightest taste of her, I know I can’t wait one more second to have my mouth on her.
“Fuck that,” I grit out and she smiles, watching me.
Tossing the queen to the side, I grab her thighs and push them apart, exposing all of her to me. Leaning forward, I take one, long stroke of my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit. Fuck, if she’s not the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The groan I let out is inhuman.
A breathy moan escapes her lips and she arches her back as I dive back in. I lick and suck softly, then drop lower to run my tongue over her entrance, darting quickly inside and gathering more of that sweetness. Then, I swipe up to her clit. I could die right here between her thighs, and I’d die the happiest man on Earth.
She rocks her hips, grinding herself against my mouth with little grunts and pants. She sounds unbelievable. I can’t wait to get her on my cock. She’s already soaking my face and I’ve barely gotten started .
Ducking my head again, I watch her face when I spear my tongue inside her, and her hips buck up, finding a rhythm she likes. Her hips roll and the fingers of one hand dive into my hair, pulling me closer.
“Mm, fuck… Huddy, don’t stop,” she mumbles, all breathy and sexy as hell.
“Daddy?” Paige’s voice from upstairs breaks the silence.
I freeze just before closing my lips around Finn’s clit, and my eyes flick up to hers. They’re wide with shock, and she’s gone completely still as well. Her eyes dart to the stairs and she shakes her head, answering my silent question. Thankfully, Paige hasn’t come completely out into the hall at the top of the stairs.
I quickly straighten up, wiping my mouth. I look over my shoulder before lifting Finn’s legs to the floor and standing.
“Hey, Pipsqueak. Go back to bed, and I’ll be right there, ok?” I call out.
Finn sits up and grabs her panties, standing quickly to shove her feet through and pull them up. I face her, planting a quick kiss on her lips before turning away. I don’t make it two steps before I’m back, dragging her to me by the back of her neck and sweeping my tongue into her mouth. One taste was not fucking enough. My cock is painfully hard in my sweatpants.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her lips. “Give me ten minutes?”
She nods breathlessly. “Of course. Go.”
I take the stairs two at a time, adjusting my junk as I go. Paige is standing in the darkened doorway of my room, and she turns to face me when she hears me behind her.
“Daddy, where were you?” she asks, sleepily rubbing her eyes.
I pull her to me and run a hand over her hair, before crouching in front of her. “I was getting a drink downstairs.” I hate how easily the lie rolls off my tongue, but I obviously can’t tell her the truth.
“I can’t go back to sleep,” she says, her bottom lip quivering. “Can you lay with me? ”
I nod. “Of course, I can, sweetheart.”
Guiding her back to her room, I catch sight of Finn waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I nod, letting her know I’ll come to her when I’m finished.