by K E Osborn
“Umm, excuse me?”
He looks at me and smirks. “Did you fart, little firecracker?” he asks and I scrunch my face up and throw my pillow at him.
“No! Why the hell would you say that?” I demand while he fends off the flying pillow and laughs at me.
“Then what’s with the ‘excuse me’?” he asks the last two words emphasizing them with his fingers.
“Well, it’s rude to be kissing a woman and then randomly get up and go, leaving said woman unsatisfied.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “Didn’t you get enough of me last night?” he asks pulling out some jeans from his suitcase and pulling them up over his boxers.
“I can never get enough of you Hudson.”
He smiles and walks over buttoning up his jeans. “Well, if we didn’t have two officers about to show up on our doorstep, I would show you just how much I can’t get enough of you either, but for now you’ll have to wait.”
“Two officers?”
He nods. “Yeah, another food delivery. Remember I told you yesterday or was it this morning. I don’t know, but I did tell you.”
I nod remembering, but for some reason my days are all melding into one and I don't remember when he told me either.
“Do I have to get dressed? Or even get up for that matter? I kinda want to stay in bed and rest. I’m exhausted and my head is hurting a little,” I say and he sits on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers over the two cuts on my forehead.
“Do you have a headache? What about the rest of you are you sore?”
“My pussy is sore, does that count?” I ask and he laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry. Yeah, I have a headache, but it’s only minor. I’ll be fine,” I say and he caresses my cheek.
“I’ll get you some painkillers anyway and a big glass of water. You need to keep hydrated,” he says leaning in and kissing just above my eyebrow, then walking into the kitchen. “And you can stay in bed. You don’t need to get up. They’re only dropping off groceries and making sure we’re still alive,” he jokes and I roll my eyes.
“They’ll have to keep checking that I don’t murder you in your sleep for cracking bad jokes.”
“Or me murdering you in your sleep for running away, or for your snoring - either one,” he teases and I scoff and sink back down into the bed pulling his pillow over, seeing as mine is on the floor near the sofa.
“See, bad jokes,” I call out and he laughs again.
“Vee, you know you snore. Deal with it.”
I shake my head. “Do not,” I mumble under my breath.
“Do too,” he retorts walking back over and handing me a glass of water and some painkillers. “Now sit up and drink these down like a good girl.”
“I thought you said I was all woman and not a girl?”
“Touché my love.” He leans in kissing my forehead again and then walks off while I swallow the pills and half a glass of water. I lay back down and get comfortable as he potters around the kitchen.
“When are the cops coming?”
“Probably in about half an hour,” he calls out and I nod with my eyes closed. It’s not long before I feel the pull of unconsciousness calling me.
I wake to a knock at the cabin door and I sit bolt upright as it startles me. My heart starts to race and I look over at Hudson, who’s walking to the door.
“It’s okay, Vee. It’s just the guys from work with the groceries,” Hudson says looking across at me while I try to catch my breath.
“Thank God,” I murmur and he blows me a kiss before he opens the door to two plain clothed cops carrying groceries.
“Glad you’re still alive, bro,” one of them says to Hudson as he walks inside.
“Shut up, Macca. You know I can never die,” Hudson jokes and they all laugh. I’m not sure why because it wasn’t that funny. Must be an insider joke or something.
“So, how’s custody life? Got cabin fever yet?” the other guy asks and Hudson looks over at me while I sit on the bed watching Hudson and his two mates chatting.
“Nah, it’s all good. When she doesn’t run away that is,” he says winking at me and I fold my arms over my chest feeling a tiny bit awkward. The two cops look over at me and raise their eyebrows in unison.
What the fuck is that about?
“Well, we have to brief you about the current investigation. Can we do that outside?” Macca asks and Hudson looks back at me.
“I’ll be fine,” I say and he smiles and nods.
The cops put the groceries down on the kitchen table and walk outside with Hudson. I stay in bed until they all disappear out the door and then I get up and walk to the window of the kitchen. They’re standing by the unmarked cop car and chatting. I can’t hear them, but there both laughing at Hudson and slapping him on the arms. He seems to think whatever they’re saying is funny. I sneak closer to the door, it’s open so I stand behind it and listen.
“She’s so fucking hot dude. You lucked out,” one of them says making me smile.
“Yeah, shame they messed up her face like that. She’s a real looker,” the other one says.
“She’s beautiful, even with the cuts and bruises that’s for sure,” Hudson says and my heart flutters and I can’t contain my smile.
“So enough about, Vee—”
“You call her, Vee? What are you dating her now or something?” one of the guys jokes and I huff.
“Shut up, Macca. It’s her name and you’d be jealous if I was,” he says making me smile again.
“So true,” Macca replies.
“So tell me what’s happening with Mad Dog?” he says and I instantly tense up.
I bite my bottom lip and quickly walk away from the door. If I don’t know what’s happening then, I won’t have to worry. I make my way to the lounge room and pick up my pillow and take it back to the bed. I climb in and keep one pillow under my head and then I snuggle into the other for comfort. The mere mention of Mad Dog has unsettled me.
But one thing for sure it was nice to see that Hudson has some people around him for support. Even though Macca’s a bit of a douche, he seems like he’s a good mate, and it’s nice to know that Hudson will have people around him when this is all over and I’m not around anymore. He’ll have his family, Macca, and even Cassie to support him when I’m inevitably murdered, or taken by the Dogs. And the thought that he will be okay makes me feel a little better about this whole ridiculous situation.
I can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about outside, but I think I’d rather not know. I cuddle into the pillow further and almost curl up in a ball. My head’s really starting to hurt and so I decide to stop worrying and just to catch up on some much-needed sleep.
I wake up to the bed dipping behind me and an arm wrapping around my waist. He pulls my back to his front and I smile and turn my head to see him.
“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” he says leaning in and kissing my cheek.
“It’s okay you can wake me up anytime you like.”
“Do you want to know what’s happening with Mad Dog?” he asks and I shake my head and roll over facing him. I notice his shirt is off, so I run my hand up his chest and then rest it on his cheek.
“No thanks, for once I’d like to be kept in the dark.”
“Really?”
I nod.
“Okay then,” he says smiling at me. “Are you all sleeped out or are you willing to rest a bit more?”
“What’s the other option?” I say sultrily.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, we can get to that later, but right now I need some sleep. Wanna cuddle?”
“Hell yeah, I wanna cuddle,” I reply and he rolls onto his back and I move into my usual position and I rest my hand on his pec. He brings his hand up and intertwines our fingers and I snuggle into his side just a little more.
“Macca seems nice.”
Hudson laughs and kisses my head. “Macca’s an idiot, but he makes me laugh so I guess that makes up for it,” he
says and he nuzzles his nose into my hair. “Sleep well my little firecracker.”
“Sleep well my Rock,” I reply and he wraps his arm around me tighter and I close my eyes and drift off again finally getting the rest we both badly need.
Hudson and I slept for most of the afternoon to catch up on our very late night. But it seems we’ve both overslept and now we’re wide awake and he’s cooking us a very late breakfast, which is more like dinner, seeing as it is nearly 8:00 p.m. but we haven’t eaten all day because we were sleeping. I’m sitting at the kitchen table watching as Hudson makes us some simple nachos, neither of us feels like anything too heavy.
“Your arse looks cute in those jeans,” I say.
He laughs and wiggles it from side to side as he pours on the sour cream.
“You always were an arse girl weren’t you?” he replies bringing over our food.
I stare at his bare chest and stomach and lick my lips as I follow his muscles all the way down to that V shape just above his jeans.
“Vee?” Hudson says snapping me out of my trance.
“Sorry, what?” I say looking up at him as he hands me my plate.
He chuckles and sits down next to me. “Were you perving on me again?”
“I would never do such a thing.”
“Just eat your dinner,” he says as he picks up a corn chip and places it in his delectable mouth. I smile and start to eat the nachos. It took me a long time to be able to eat nachos again after that night when Danny and Caiden died. I was cooking it for them, and for years afterward I couldn’t eat them. It was Hudson who brought eating them back to me, but he makes them differently to how I used to, so it makes it a little easier to deal with.
I can’t help but think of Caiden right now and how much I wish he was here. Hudson and Caiden would’ve gotten along so well. But then again if my boys were still alive then it would be impossible for Caiden to know Hudson, unless I split up with Danny and met Hudson, but I know that wouldn’t happen if Danny were still here. I guess thinking like that will never get me anywhere, will it? I exhale loudly as my heart starts to beat a little faster thinking of Caiden, my little man, who would be eleven in a few months.
I always wonder what type of man he would have become?
How I would have handled all the awkward stuff in his teenage years, like the porn under the bed and stained sheets. All the usual stuff that teenage boys go through in puberty. I must admit I wasn’t looking forward to all that. But I was so glad to have Danny by my side to help me with all that stuff. But Danny and I will never know what that teenage boy phase is like for parents.
“You okay?” Hudson asks snapping me from my thoughts.
I look at him to see a half-eaten plate and I still have the same corn chip that I started with in my fingers. He looks down at my hand with the semi-eaten corn chip and I look down and shake my head, shoving the remainder of the chip in my mouth.
“You were a million miles away. You doing okay?”
I swallow and nod. “Yeah, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts about Caiden. He loved nachos. I was cooking them for him when the police came to my door and told me about the accident. Every time I have them I can’t help but remember,” I say and pick up another corn chip covered in salsa.
“Jesus Vee, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve made you something else. I’m so sorry,” he says taking my hand across the table.
I smile at him. “No, it’s okay. I need to not let my memories get the better of me and take me over. I’m stronger now than I was back then. I can handle eating them now, and you make them better than I ever could. I love your nachos,” I admit and he frowns and swallows hard.
“I still find it hard to believe you were a mum. I would have loved to have seen that,” he says holding my hand tighter and looking away from me.
My heart constricts as I suddenly picture Hudson and me running around the backyard chasing after our two little boys, with Midas jumping around after us. I never thought about having kids with Hudson. And I guess that wouldn’t happen anyway. I could never have another child as it would be like trying to replace Caiden.
Shame we’re parting ways after this little ‘vacation’ is over. When we go back to the real world, there won’t be any cuddling in bed. There won’t be any cooking me nachos for dinner and there won’t be much of anything, that’s suddenly becoming painfully obvious to me. Even though we’re in a happy little blissful bubble right now, the bubble will soon burst and then it will be back to a cold reality where Hudson and I aren’t together. I’ll have to go back to Cupiditas and back to being single and alone. I exhale and take another nacho into my mouth.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re sighing a lot,” he asks and I nod with a fake smile.
I’m so far from all right, right now. I wish there was a way to work this out between us, because when we’re together like this it feels so… right. How can it be so wrong? But there’s no point in wishing, I need to prepare myself for the end because I know it’s coming.
“Do you know how my staff are?”
He nods. “Yeah, everyone’s accounted for and no one has been approached or even seen the Dogs at all. They’re keeping clear of Cupiditas, which is a good thing.”
I nod. “A very good thing. So they’re all okay then? That’s good,” I say and he tightens his grip on my hand.
“Are you worrying? You shouldn’t you know, everything is working out. We should only have to be here for another couple of days or so and then we can all get back to normal,” he says and I fake another smile.
“So no more cabin after that?”
He frowns and exhales. “No, no more cabin once we leave,” he says and I get the hidden message in his tone. He means no more us when we leave here as well. Which I already knew. So I make a snap decision to make the absolute most of our time here together. If we only have a couple of days left, then I need to get my arse into gear and get as much out of Hudson as possible. And I will start my plan of attack tonight after dinner has settled in our stomachs.
We eat the remainder of our nachos and then he takes our plates to the sink and I make my way into the lounge room. I sit down on the sofa and Hudson walks in and sits down next to me. He leans back and puts his arm out making room for me to snuggle with him, which I do immediately. He picks up the remote and turns on the television and luckily there’s a movie start at 8:30 p.m. and we’ve only missed a few minutes. I cuddle into him waiting for the right time to make my move. I’m not sure when I will do it, but I know even thinking about having Hudson inside of me again is starting to make my clit throb. I want him that’s for sure. We fit so well together and it always feels so amazing, so if being here with him is the last time I’m going to get him this way - I want to make the most of it!
The movie comes on after the add break and I notice it’s ‘Risky Business.’ I smile to myself as I know exactly when I’ll make my move. I cuddle into Hudson and I even place one of my legs over his to get as close to him as humanly possible without actually being in his lap. He doesn’t seem to mind because he has his hand on my leg and the other wrapped around me holding me to him while he relaxes on the sofa.
I am anything but relaxed, every inch of me is tingling waiting to have Hudson touch me. I even think I’m breathing slightly faster in anticipation of the things he will do to me once I have him worked up.
It gets to the scene in the movie where the leads are about to get on the train and have sex. My heart starts to race as I think of how this will play out. I swallow hard as I feel Hudson shift in his seat slightly. He’s feeling the energy surge between us too. I can tell because his cock is semi-hard in his jeans. I’m hoping he’s having the same indecent thoughts about me that I’m having about him, and it’s not just the sex on the television that’s getting him hot under the collar.
I lean into him and press my lips gently to his naked chest. He takes a deep breath and as Lana starts to ride Joel in the movie, I move up his chest to his neck,
kissing him softly. His hand around my shoulder tightens its grip while his hand on my leg starts to rise up higher. I look down to see his cock fully hard in his pants. I continue to kiss up his neck and make my way to his lips. I pause just before I kiss him and he’s looking at me with such lust that I know this is working.
I move my hand up his thigh and toward his cock. We’re both breathing hard and fast as the energy surging through the room is electrifying. I stare into his eyes as my hand reaches the bulge in his jeans and I start to rub it with a little force. He exhales and closes his eyes briefly like he’s finally feeling relief from the pressure in his pants. I lean down and kiss his lips and his eyes open as he looks right into mine while we kiss. His tongue finds mine and I kiss him back passionately as I continue to rub his cock through his jeans.
His hand comes up my leg that’s over him and he pulls behind my knee forcing my whole body to move over so I’m straddling him. His hands come around my body and they rest on my arse as my throbbing clit aches for him. My pussy is in line with his cock and I can feel it tenting through his pants. I wish we weren’t wearing pants, but we’ll get to that part in a bit, I’m taking this slowly. I kiss him passionately and start to move my hips on top of him creating a pleasurable friction between my pussy and his cock. I grind on top of him slowly as I start to pant from the feeling between us. He groans letting me know he likes my sensual movements. I know it feels good to me, so it probably feels good for him too. I’m so turned on right now that my panties are soaked and I can’t wait to get them off. His hands skim up under my pajama top and run up my naked back as I move on top of him.
The feeling of his warm hands on my skin is setting me on fire and if I thought I was sexually aroused before, having his skin on mine, even if it is just his hands is making my body come alive. His hands skim down my back and he finds the hem of my pajama top and then he pulls it up. I move my arms up into the air so he can pull it from me. We part our lips for a brief moment as he pulls the top off over my head and then throws it toward the bed and his hands shoot forward straight to my breasts. He caresses them both as I move forward and kiss him strongly. He brings his arms around and he pulls me forward bringing us chest to chest. The feeling of his skin on mine is what I’m craving and it’s only heightening my already out of control libido. His tongue swirls with mine as I continue to grind on top of him.
