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He barks out a laugh. Hudson blushing might be my new favorite thing.
“Ok,” I say, nonplussed. “No dick in my ass. Got it. But if you change your mind…”
Heat flickers in his eyes when they meet mine, and his chest rumbles with quiet laughter. “Fuck. You’re unbelievable.”
“But you love me,” I say, batting my lashes at him. Taking a deep breath, I continue. “What about ‘D’ in ‘V’?”
Confusion creases his brows. “What the fuck is that?”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “Dick in vagine, Huddy.”
A laugh bursts out of him. “Vagine?”
“Yeah. Lunch box, pussy, cunt,” I say, putting a hard “t” on the last letter, then punctuate it with a wide grin.
Shaking his head, he shoots me an incredulous look. But I don’t miss the giant boner that’s popped up, tenting his jeans, since we’ve been talking about this.
He rakes a hand through his hair. I can tell he is slightly uncomfortable and really turned on. It’s a strange dichotomy. And fucking magic. My clit throbs between my thighs.
“How about we just…go slow for a bit?” He casts a glance at me. “We don’t have to start with sex.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” I ask, feigning hurt. “Rude.”
I love making him squirm, and I’m so tired of all the mindless dates with no physical connection. This could be the perfect solution. No strings attached sex with a stranger is one thing, but Hudson and I have lots of strings. We’ve been wrapped up in strings for so long, I don’t know which ones are mine and which are his. But I like our strings. A lot. Will getting into bed with Hudson sever them? Or strengthen them? I’m not sure. But I really, really want to find out. Even if it means ignoring the fact that this could change everything. I just have to remind myself that I’m an adult, and keeping this casual is a choice, not an impossibility.
“I never said that.”
“I’m just messing with you,” I say. But no sex? Hudson loves sex.
He has that shy look to him when he speaks again. “Maybe we just see how it feels to do…other stuff first?”
“Ok, yeah. That sounds good.” I nod decisively and hold out my hand.
He glances at my outstretched arm, amused. “We’re shaking on it?”
“Why not?”
He shakes his head slightly with a small smile. “Ok, why not.”
And with one quick handshake, the deal is set. One way or another, we’re doing this.
Chapter 29
Hudson
“Paige, do you wantcheese?” Finn asks, pausing in laying out deli meat on the slices of mayo-slathered bread lined up in front of her.
“Yes, please. And don’t forget the ketchup!” she calls from the living room, her dark hair barely visible behind the back of the tall couch cushions.
Finn makes a quiet gagging noise. “That’s just disgusting.”
I chuckle, grabbing another cucumber. She goes back to assembling sandwiches, and I go back to alternating glances between her tits and the cutting board.
Last night feels like a dream. I know it happened, because that whole coming hands-free shit was embarrassing as hell, even if Finn thought it was “insanely hot.” I’ve never felt more like an inexperienced kid than I did last night. Granted, feeling it and it being true are two different things, but I think it’s just because it’s her. I’ve known her since I was a kid, and I know I had a wet dream about her a time orfiftyback then.
Finn nudges me. “What’s that smirk for?”
I glance at her. “Nothin.’”
