Page 27 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

She pauses, as if torn between pleasure and pain, and I can feel her heartbeat quickening against my chest. “He was... everything,” she breathes out, her words coming in hushed bursts. “He could light up a room with just his smile. The kind of guy who could get anyone to laugh, even on their worst days. He loved fiercely and taught me what it meant to truly love someone.”

I pull her hair a little tighter, lost in the rhythm of our bodies. “And Cole? He takes after his father, doesn’t he?”

She nods, her cheeks brimming with an echo of the warmth she lost. “In many ways, yes. He has that wild spirit. But there’s darkness in him too—he’s been so angry since the incident. He lost his father, and I know he blames me for it.” Her voice cracks, pain spilling over. “It kills me that he sees me as the enemy, instead of the person who’s trying to hold everything together.”

Each thrust brings her closer to the edge of desire, and I can feel her pussy adjusting around my cock, welcoming yet resisting.

“You’re doing your best,” I say, trying to pull her focus away from the past. “You’re being the mother he needs, even if he can’t see it right now.”

The sound of her breath catches in her throat again, but this time it shifts into a sharper gasp as I deepen my thrusts, giving her every inch of my cock.

"Oh, God,” she moans, losing herself in the moment, shedding the layers of grief and regret.

“Let it go, just for tonight,” I whisper, guiding her into a place where sorrow fades and primal need takes over.

I feel her muscles tighten around me as she loses herself completely—every worry, every ounce of guilt washed away in the tide of sensation between us. As the world outside disappears—no Nicholas, no animosity from me—I hold her against me, grounding her while she surrenders to the chaos ofemotions. With her soft, warm body moving against mine, I feel a surge of possessive tenderness welling up in my chest.

I know I can help her heal. Not all wounds are visible; sometimes, it’s the ones buried deep within that need the most care. And with the stars above watching over us like silent witnesses, I vow to be there for her, however long it takes, even if it means doing so from a distance, in the shadows like I've been doing all along.

thirteen

Hudson

My hands ache with the longing to feel her skin beneath my fingertips. My heart pounds in my chest, eagerly anticipating my turn with the sultry stepmother, still blindfolded and bound, poised for each of us to leave our mark. I find myself glancing nervously toward the back door, hoping that Cole and Noelle will walk in at any moment.

Time is slipping away, and before we know it, we'll be dropping Noelle off at home, returning to the monotony of our everyday lives. We have just one night with her, and with Cole hogging most of the moments, I can’t shake the fear that my turn may never come.

“Calm down, Hudson,” River snaps, emerging from the hallway in a fresh pair of sweatpants, looking warm and freshly showered.

I roll my eyes and continue to steal glances at the back door. “Fuck off. You all had your turns, and I’m still left waiting for mine.”

“You’ll get your chance—just fucking relax,” Aiden interjects, his gaze fixed on the video game playing out before him on the flat-screen.

Instead of responding and wasting my energy in a dead-end argument, I bite my tongue, taking a deep breath just as I hear the blinds flap against the back door as it swings open.

I turn to see Cole ushering in a shivering Noelle, who shoots me a glare as they make their way down the hallway. He guides her into one of the rooms before emerging alone, a shadow of regret crossing his face.

"You're up, Hudson," he murmurs, and it’s evident he wishes he hadn’t uttered those words.

I spring to my feet, rubbing my palms against my pants to dry them, and make my way toward the hallway with anxious urgency. But Cole’s voice halts me, and I pivot on my heels, fists clenched at my sides.

“Remove her blindfold and put on your mask; she’s been in the dark for long enough,” he commands, grabbing a beer from the fridge and taking a long swig, his eyes locking onto mine as he swallows.

"Fine." I nod, my heart racing as I turn away and walk down the hall.

Finally, I step into the dimly lit room where Noelle waits. The air feels thick with anticipation, and the moment stretches like a rubber band ready to snap. I approach her, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin even with the layers of fabric between us.

“Hey,” I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

She tilts her head slightly, as if straining to hear through the cloth covering her eyes. I rake my eyes over her barely clothed body, tugging my lip between my teeth as my eyes land on her tits, spilling out of the tiny piece of fabric covering them.

“Tell me—are you going to treat me like a princess or a captive?” She teases, a hint of her playful spirit breaking through the tension.

“Maybe a bit of both,” I reply, carefully kneeling down to her level, putting on my mask with a little reluctance.

My fingers tremble as I reach for the blindfold, and with a gentle pull, it falls away, revealing her wide, bright eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and nerves under the soft light.

“Wow,” she breathes, her gaze raking over me as I don the mask, the plastic snug against my features, transforming me into something more than just Hudson. I’m a part of this night now, a creator of secrets and desires.

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