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“Why?”
I press my erection into her again. “That’s why.”
She giggles and then bites her lip again, before sobering when I cock a brow at her.
“Right,” she says. “No lip biting, because it makes the best friend feral. Got it.” She mimes a little salute. God, she’s perfect. “Can we talk about it soon?”
I nod. She’s right, I don’t know how much more I can take. But we really need to get on the road if we’re going to make the concert. “This weekend?”
“Ok,” she agrees, her smile bashful.
I watch her as she gathers her hair and twists it into a bun, looking around for a hair tie. I fish out the one on my wrist for her and hand it over, internally rolling my eyes when I realize Hutch was right about everything.
“Always coming in clutch for me, Huddy,” she says with a smile and wraps up her bun with the thick hair tie.
And just like that, I’m best friend Huddy again, and the intensely hot moment we just shared is over.
“You bet,” I say, grabbing my bag off the couch and hiking the strap up my shoulder.
“I’m excited for tonight,” she says, cutting the music. Then, she laughs and clarifies, “For the show. I didn’t mean we’re going to—” She waves between us, and it makes me laugh.
We’re heading to Bozeman to see a local cover band, The Barnyard Ballers. They sing mostly nineties country and rap mashups, but they do some newer stuff, too. We’ve been fans for years, and it's been at least five years since they’ve been back to Bozeman.
“I knew what you meant. And me, too,” I say and turn to head upstairs. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”
“When should I be ready?” she says, absently checking her phone, and I take a minute to appreciate all that exposed skin. My dick is still painfully hard.
“An hour?” I pose it like a question, because she’s the world’s biggest procrastinator and I doubt she’s even packed for our overnight trip.
“I’ll shower when you’re finished. Let me know when you’re out.” She glances up at me.
I nod and head upstairs, where I definitely do not jerk off in the shower.
Chapter 26
Hudson
I’m sitting on thecouch, watching a Brooklyn United FC match, when Finn comes bounding downstairs an hour and a half later. My best friend—my wife—is stunning.
All that silky, dark hair is curled in soft waves that tumble over her shoulders, bouncing with each step. She’s got on a pair of light-wash denim cutoff shorts that make her petite legs look ridiculously long, paired with an oversized Biggie Smalls T-shirt cut into a muscle tee, and some kind of off-white tube top under that. The pair of dark sable Tecovas booties I bought her for Christmas last year stop just above her ankles, giving her a sexy, country vibe without trying too hard. Her lips are painted a bright cherry red, and I can’t help but wonder how that color would look smeared all over my cock.
A small overnight bag is slung over her shoulder. She drops it at the foot of the stairs and comes around the couch.
I let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Damn,Jameson.”
“Thanks,” she says, giving a little spin. When she faces me again, there’s a gleam in her eyes, and she drops her hands to her hips. “There’s just one problem.”
I watch her from my seat on the couch, with an arm stretched across the back and my eyes drinking her in from head to toe. “What’s that?’
“Did you already forget that I’m a Hayes now?” She cocks her head at me and hits me with a smile.
Her words coupled with that beaming smile of hers has my heart stuttering in my chest. Our eyes meet and my entire body warms. Climbing to my feet, I step into her space, which forces her to tip her head back to look up at me. I reach out and run a finger from her shoulder to her wrist, making her shiver. My fingers find hers and I can’t help but run my thumb over where a wedding band would sit if she had one.
“I didn’t forget.” How could I? “But I’m still not seeing the problem.”
Her eyes are hooded, and she pulls in a slow, slightly shaky breath. “No?” Her voice is low.
With my other hand, I reach up and tip up her chin. Leaning in, I press a soft kiss on her lips, and her eyelids flutter closed. She lets out a soft whimper.
