Page 115 of What About Us
“It’s fine,” Norah says, waving Wren off with a small smile. “I’ll just go help the guys, so I don’t hear anything I’ll never forget.”
“Amen to that,” Nat echoes.
The twins walk away just as Hudson comes back over and plops down in the chair Nat just vacated.
Wren tips her chin at my leg. “What happened to your knee?”
My eyes drop to the fading scrape on my knee and my eyes briefly meet Hudson’s. It looks a lot like a scabbed-over rug burn, and I’d completely forgotten it was even there until she pointed it out. It’s barely visible anymore, but leave it to Wrenley to notice something so minor.
“Oh, just scraped it,” I say and run a hand over it, hoping my cheeks aren’t flamed with heat.
Hudson coughs into a fist, trying to cover a smile. He’s not feeling so bad about that scrape now. In fact, he looks downright smug. I fight my own smile, heat rushing to my cheeks at the memory of him pounding into me in the kitchen that night.
“You ladies need me to bring drinks?” he says, his gaze skating over my body, then over to Wren and Ginger.
“I’d love a beer,” Ginger says. Hudson nods. Wren and I ask for water.
He catches me chewing my lower lip, his gaze heating. I quickly release it and he walks away with a smirk, heading off in the direction Hutch and Hank disappeared.
Wren lifts her sunglasses a bit with a glance at his retreating back, then raises her eyebrows at me. “Ok, spill it. What’s going on between you two?” she says, just as Ginger leans in and says, “So, what really happened to your knee?”
I have been itching to tell Wrenley about Hudson and me, and Ginger is definitely invested, as well. I turn to make sure Hudson and the twins are out of earshot. “We had sex.”
Wren bolts upright next to me, shoving her sunglasses further up her forehead. “Shut up right now,” she whisper-shouts and Ginger cackles.
Heat floods my face and neck, but all I can do is grin.
“When? How? Are you together?” Wren asks.
I blow out a breath. I absolutely do not want anyone to know we’re married, and even though we never said we were together, it feels that way.He basically made me promise there would be no one else while we’re married. But I can’t tell her that.
So, I shake my head. “No, just friends with benefits, I guess.”
“You guess?” Ginger asks. I love how she doesn’t shy away from the conversation, even though she just met me in person. It feels good to have another girlfriend to confide in. “Does that mean it’s happened more than once?”
I shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. “I mean, yeah?” I don’t know why I pose it as a question. We’ve had sex almost every night since that first time, and even though we haven’t defined anything beyond that first conversation, the way we are with each other—the tender kisses, the teasing, the snuggling, and the sex… It certainly feels like a relationship.
I suddenly feel so much lighter now that someone else knows. But I also realize I don’t want to share too much. Even though we haven’t defined anything, what I am feeling for him is bubbling very close to the surface, and I don’t want to explain that part. Sure, Wren suspects, but still. For whatever reason, it feels too private. If anyone deserves to know how I feel, it’s Hudson.
“Can we not get into details? He could be back any minute,” I say witha glance over my shoulder.
“Ok, fine,” Wren grumbles, drawing out the last word. She sits back and readjusts her glasses over her eyes with a sigh.
“Well, I haven’t had sex in months. So, I’m gonna need all the kinky details at some point. You know that, right?” Ginger says from the other side of me.
“It wasn’t kinky,” I groan and then remember how filthy he was when I had his cock down my throat. My eyes snag on my knee. I don’t know if I got it from the rough blow job or him fucking me against the door like a savage. Does it matter? It was hot. All of it. And every time since.
Wren laughs. “See, that surprises me. Hudson has a way with words that justscreamsfilth.”
I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Oh, trust me, the things that come out of that man’s mouth…”
“I bet he’s got a kinky side, too,” Ginger says. “You just gotta unlock it.” Her phone dings in her beach bag and she leans over to fish it out.
“Here you go, ladies,” Hudson says as he returns with two waters and a beer in his hands. Panic rises up my throat and I hope to hell he didn’t hear any part of our conversation. But when I meet his gaze, all seems normal.
“Thanks, Huddy,” I say and take the bottled water he hands me, quickly uncapping it and downing half.
“Food in ten,” he says and heads to the water to call Paige out of the lake.
