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When I look back up at him, he seems all at once to realize something as his face goes white. “Y–you’re on something, right?”
I nod and watch him. He’s spiraling. A small part of me is sad that the possibility of me getting pregnant seems to terrify him. No, that’s stupid. It would be horrible. A disaster. I can’t have my best friend's baby. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Yes. Relax, Hudson.”
He swallows hard. “Yeah. No, I’m relaxed.” He gulps in air, tugging on his hair with a fist, before raising his eyes to mine. “I just… This is kind of...”
“What?” I’m trying like hell to keep my face impassive, but I can’t help the crushing weight that has seemed to settle on my chest.
Please, don’t say awkward.
“Weird.”
Oh, God. Weird is worse than awkward. Put on a brave face, Finnley.
It takes a beat to force my shoulders up and down, but I shrug with nonchalance that I absolutely do not feel. I’ve just fucked my best friend—his cum is literally leaking out of me as we speak—and he thinks it’sweird. But even as I think about it, I’m surprised to find the words feel true.
“It is a little weird, isn’t it?”
He pulls on the back of his neck, then glances up at me. “So, what now?”
What do you say when you just had the best sex of your life with someone you’ve known half your life and are married to, but aren’t actually in a relationship with? Do we high-five? Say thanks? Say,I liked your cock and your dirty mouth. Nice job, champ!
“Go again?” I answer lightly, hoping it will help with whatever he’s feeling and will calm the nerves taking flight in my stomach.
Chapter 38
Hudson
My eyes snap tohers and the laughter dancing there helps me relax a some. God, she’s beautiful.
“I think I’m gonna need a few more minutes,” I say with a nervous chuckle.
She bites her lip and nods, looking freshly fucked.
I just had sex with my best friend. But she’s more than that, isn’t she? She’s mywifenow. It’s something I’ve been fantasizing about forever, and now, I don’t know where to look; don’t know what to say.
Being inside her, being close to her that way felt incredible. In the moment, it was the right call, and I don’t regret it. But, fuck, I already feel differently toward her. If I thought she was perfect before, she’s the center of my fucking universe now. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this woman, and I know as sure as I’m standing here, there will never be anyone else for me. So long as I’m alive, she’ll be it for me. The thought both comforts and terrifies me because there is supposed to be an expiration date on this. But after what we just shared…I don’t want one. She’s my wife, and not just in name. She’s mine in every way now.
It’s when my eyes drop to take in her body again that I notice a scrape on her knee. I was rough with her. My stomach sinks. “Your knee.”
Dark eyebrows come together in confusion, and her eyes follow mine when I look back down. She brushes a hand across the angry red mark that looks a lot like carpet burn, even though there isn’t any in sight.
“Hmm, I didn’t even feel it.”
I step forward and thread a hand through her hair. Her eyelids flutter a little with the contact, but she keeps her eyes on me. “I was too rough with you.” Guilt courses through me when I look down again.
She huffs a laugh through her nose. “I always wanted a cool sex scar.”
That pulls a light laugh from me, but the back of my neck still heats. I barely looked at her. Just fucked her from behind, like some kind of wild animal or some frat boy with no goddamn self-control. Barely even kissed her.
Her expression is soft when I look back up at her. “Hudson, baby, stop freaking out. I wanted this, remember? I asked for it.” Then, she mumbles under her breath, “Begged, actually.”
My eyes bounce between hers, my heart clinching. “You called me ‘baby.’”
“Is that ok?” she asks.
I nod. It’s more than ok. It’s perfect. I shake my head to clear it, but images of her on her knees for me flash through my mind and I try to remember how we went from that, to what just happened. Guilt still assaults me. I didn’t even stop for two fucking seconds to consider putting on a condom. I haven’t been with anyone without a condom since Tristen. Has Finnley gone without one since Jeff? She said she’s on the pill, but this was really fucking irresponsible.
