Page 103 of Malice

We lie together until my softened cock slips from his body, and we both shiver from the loss. I’m sweaty, sticky, and overheated, but I can honestly say I’ve never been happier.

After a few minutes, I try to roll off of Hudson, but he wraps around me tighter. “No,” he moans.

“Aren’t you hot, babe?”

“Don’t care.”

Chuckling, I nuzzle his neck. “If you get up, we can take a shower together.”

“Hmm. And then what?”

“Whatever you want.”

Before he can say anything else, his stomach growls so loudly the sound vibrates through me too.

“How about we feed you?”

Hudson blows out a breath. “Fine. I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” He releases me and I lift up on my elbows. “We can go out somewhere. We’re free now.”

A sweet smile spreads across his lips. “That sounds good.”

I thought I’d feel nervous, but I couldn’t be more calm. Standing in the kitchen where this whole thing started, I’m brimming with a sense of hope and optimism far beyond anything I’ve experienced before. It’s mind-blowing, honestly.

“Handbook,” I whisper, not wanting to draw Hudson’s attention.

I told him I was making us some sandwiches for dinner, but I wanted to read about the love bond logistics. Except the page comes up and it’s just the same stuff I’ve already read. There’s nothing additional. How do you do it?

“Hey, Crash, you around?”

He pops up, sitting perched on the island. “At your service.”

“You’re a genie in a bottle now?”

He chuckles. “I wish I could grant wishes. What’s up, homie?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I step closer as if Crash can’t hear me unless I’m close. “How do I request the love bond? There’s nothing in the handbook.”

Crash’s eyes go wide and he does a shimmy with his shoulders. “I knew it. You guys talked about it?”

I’m slightly embarrassed and even a little protective of such a major moment, but I couldn’t have done any of this without Crash’s help.

“We talked about it. He’s in.”

“‘The love bond is irrelevant,’” he says in a high-pitched voice. “Or whatever the fuck you said when I brought it up.”

“Yeah, yeah. Can you just help me?”

“I’d love to. You have to request Farnsworth, but not like you normally do.”

“Okay. Hit me.”

He tilts his head. “Why would I hit you?”

“Sorry. That’s slang. Tell me.”

“Hit me means tell me?”

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