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Her answering smile is halfhearted, her eyes flicking to where Hudson’s hand rests on my shoulder and then to mine on his stomach. I kind of feel bad for her. She clearly likes Hudson, and I can’t blame her. He’s sweet, funny, and balls hot.
“Nice to see you, Erin,” I say. Even though it’s not the exact truth, I realize that the possessive way Hudson holds me close just reiterates the fact that he chose me, and I can see how that could hurt.
“Bye, Jennie,” Paige says, tugging Hudson’s hand.
“Bye,” Jennie says, and Erin just looks on, that small smile still in place.
As we stroll away, Hudson’s arm tightens on my shoulder, and he casts a quick look around, then down at Paige. He must find the coast to be clear because he presses a quick kiss to my temple, then leans in and whispers, “Let’s go home.”
Chapter 31
Hudson
“Head upstairs and getinto your pajamas, Paige. I’ll be up to tuck you in soon.”
“But it’s the weekend,” my daughter whines. “Why do I have to go to bed so early?”
I almost groan. I shoot Finn a look and she laughs. All through the ride home, she kept biting that goddamn lip and stealing glances my way. I wanted to reach over and pull it free from her teeth so many times, but I love the way it gets me hard. Just thinking about it now has me needing to adjust myself. I want to get her alone.
I glance at my watch. It’s barely seven. “All right, you can stay up until…” I trail off, looking to Finn for direction. She mouths,eight-thirty. “Eight-thirty, but no later, ok? And I still want you to get into your pajamas.”
“Yes!” Paige runs off like I just told her she can stay up until midnight, even though it’s only an hour past her regular bedtime.
Once she’s safely up the stairs and out of earshot, I step up behind Finn and brush the braid off her shoulder. She inhales sharply when I run mylips up the side of her neck. Wrapping an arm around her waist and one around her shoulders, I pull her back against my chest, and capture her mouth. She opens in surprise when I push my hips forward, pressing my hard length against her ass. I don’t miss the opportunity to slide my tongue against hers.
I kiss her until she’s breathless. When I lift my head and break the kiss, she stutters out, “Is it eight-thirty yet?”
A chuckle rumbles from my chest, and I plant another kiss on her lips. “I’m gonna go shower if you want to set up the board? Might as well do something to pass the time.”
“Ok.” She nods, eyeing my mouth before pressing up on her toes and kissing me again. Then, she mumbles against my mouth, “Don’t you dare touch my cock while you’re in there.”
I chuckle, keeping my voice low. “Yourcock?”
“Yeah, for the foreseeable future, anyway.” She nods and runs her hand over my abs and down the front of my shorts. She gasps and her eyes go wide when she feels how hard I am. “Huddy,” she whispers, glancing down at my crotch. Then, she brings those big, brown eyes back up to mine, all mock innocence that makes me even harder. “You’re gonna break my vagina with this thing.”
That really pulls a laugh out of me. I drop my head and run my nose along her jaw, pulling a breathy moan from her lips. “You act like you didn’t already see it the other day in the shower.”
She raises her eyebrows dramatically and pulls back, her eyes going comically wide. “Listen, I couldn’t get a clear view, what with all the other parts of you to look at.” She glances back down again, running her hand over me, and I hiss out a breath. “That thing is a weapon of mass destruction,” she teases. “I mean,Jesus. You’re talking about putting it in my mouth? Where?How?”
I realize she’s fucking with me the second the corner of her mouth twitches up ever so slightly.
I lean in and run my fingers over the front of her neck. “I imagine most if it will be down this pretty throat.”
She narrows her eyes at me and blushes that perfect pink. “So clever.”
I laugh and palm her ass before whispering in her ear, “I’ll only touch your cock a little while I’m in the shower.”
She gives my chest a playful shove and I head upstairs to shower, grinning all the way.
When I come downstairs fifteen minutes later, the chessboard is set up and Paige is on one end of the couch watchingMoana, while Finn sits crisscross on the other end, her Kindle on her knee. She’s got an elbow propped on the arm of the couch, and she’s pulled all that long hair up into a messy bun. She absently twirls a lock of chocolate hair near her temple around her finger, her eyes locked on whatever alien smut she’s reading. She’s got her thick-framed black glasses on, making her look like a tiny, hot as fuck librarian. My cock instantly takes notice. How does this woman make reading look sexy?
”Daddy, Finnley made popcorn,” Paige says, shaking the bowl, but not looking up from the movie.
I plop down on the couch next to my daughter, reaching for a handful. Paige pulls her nightgown down over her bent knees, eyes fixed on the TV, then lifts my arm and snuggles against me.
I drop a kiss on her head and pull her in close. Craning my neck, I try to see the clock on the stove from here, but it’s too far. Drumming my fingers on the cushions next to me, I’m itching to get Paige into bed. And I’m nervous as hell. What do we do, just go at it the second she’s in bed?We should at least make sure she’s asleep before we do anything. This is torture.
I glance over at Finn, who looks to be engrossed in her book, but I can tell by the flush of her skin and the little smile on her face as she stares at her Kindle that she’s probably as anxious to get the ball rolling as I am. How long has she wanted me like this? Surely, it isn’t as long as I’ve wanted her, right? I would have known.
