Page 47 of Accidental Abduction

“Thank you for taking care of it. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I’m not,” he laughed, tilting his bottle back to swallow the rest of his drink. “Hopefully, she’ll stay away from you in the future.”

But after I got cleaned up, and we headed back to the bar, I had confirmation she had no intention of listening to their warnings.

Charley

The back door tothe bar slammed closed behind me, the emergency bar digging into my back as I rested my head against the cold metal. The rational part of my brain knew I’d see him in a few hours, and that this wasn’t the end of the world, but the irrational part of my brain had my breath catching because my chest felt too tight. Before I knew it tears were rolling down my cheeks as I tried to hold back a sob.

There was no way that the last three days were real. There was no way that I was now actuallyin lovewith my best friend’s brother, much less that he seemed to feel just as deeply for me.

It’d felt so natural that the panic building inside me didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t stop it from building.

Thankfully, the first shift for the bar wouldn’t come in until eleven, so I was alone downstairs while I tried to keep myself from falling apart.

I knew we couldn’t stay in the cabin forever, but when he told me the road was clear this morning, I’d been gutted, even though I was the one trying to comfort his dampened mood. We hadn’t fucked this morning. Not that what we’d done together since Friday had been purely fucking, but when he took me to his bed one last time, breathing in my scent, committing my curves to memory with his large hands, his tongue reverent on my clit until it pulsed against his tongue instead of frantic with need, I knew that he was making love to me.

No one had ever made love to me before. I’d never wanted someone to either. But now I wanted it again. To feel him pinningme to the bed as his body and mine were indistinguishable, moving together until we both couldn’t hold back.

The sound of a thump and a high-pitched squeak from upstairs confirmed my suspicions that Hazel was upstairs waiting for me. I knew Hudson had texted her this morning, but I’d been afraid to reach out to her.

She seemed okay when I left with him after the party, but a lot had changed over the weekend.

Taking a deep breath, I wiped my cheeks as I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. She’d know something was up if she saw evidence of me crying. And I wasn’t even sure why I was crying at this point.

Maybe I was just scared because this was the first time real feelings had been involved when it came to a man. I never expected that man to be Hudson, despite my long-term crush. He’d always seemed unattainable, and now that I had him, I was afraid to lose him so soon.

Once I’d double checked my face in the mirror in the ladies’ bathroom, I slowly trudged up the stairs, the third stair from the top creaking. The door flew open before I could even put my hand on the knob, Hazel’s somber face narrowing as she studied my face.

“You look disgustingly relaxed for someone who just spent the last three days stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with my annoying older brother.”

Exhaling, I grinned, stepping inside as she moved back, using my snow boot to push it closed.

“You told me you didn’t want details.” And even though I’d shared details of previous conquests with her before, I wanted to keep what happened with Hudson private.

“I still don’t, but I guess the fact you practically floated in here means that things went well?” She looked like she knew something I didn’t, her expression hopeful. It helped relax some of my earlier nerves. Maybe theyhadtalked about me this morning.

“Very well,” I grinned.

Hazel gagged, faking a dry heave. “Ew, but also aww...”

An uncharacteristic blush rose high on my cheeks, and she squealed, patting the cushion next to her on the couch. She had art supplies spread across the coffee table, sketch books with pencil drawings and her tablet was open to her illustration software. A stack of papers was lying underneath it. I tilted my head, trying to figure out what body part she was trying to draw.

“Do you have a stack of penis pictures under your iPad?” Then it was her turn to blush, throwing a pillow at the table to cover her stack of apparently naughty source material.

“No. Of course not.”

Trying to hold in a laugh, I sputtered. “Of course not. Clearly, your commissions are only of the G and PG variety.”

Her face turned an impressive shade of red and I couldn’t hold it in any longer, clutching my stomach as I laughed loudly.

“It’s not funny,” she hissed, kicking my leg with her bare foot. “The only penis I’ve seen in real life was covered in a condom and not even hard anymore.”

Wait, what?

“Did I just hear that right? Reid’s penis is the only one you’ve seen up close?”

“Well, it wasn’t that close, and it was dark, and I was bleeding profusely...but yes?”

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