Page 59 of Say You Love Me

Rylee lowers his hips, his cock pressing against my entrance. Reaching between us, he drags his hardness over my slit, his eyes rolling back as my moisture coats him. His breaths are heavy pants when he looks back down at me. “Do you want me?”

My gaze moves to Hudson. He’s rippling with anticipation and lust and rage. “Say you love me,” I plead.

He takes a step forward. He’s so close he could reach out and touch but he doesn’t. He holds himself in his hand, cupping his erection but there’s no movement. He bites his lower lip, his eyes running up and down my body before meeting my gaze. “I love you.”

The moment he says it, Rylee pushes into me powerfully. I cry out and my body arches against the bed, my chest rising to meet Rylee’s mouth. He sucks at my flesh, pulling as much of my breast into his mouth as possible before letting it go with a loud plop as the suction releases. He pulls out and pushes inside again. My hands fly to his shoulders, digging my nails into the flesh. His head tips back and he moves with such force, he grunts each time he thrusts. His hands are either side of my face. My thighs are open wide. Hudson’s eyes are glued to where our bodies meet and his hand slides up and down his cock slowly as though he’s trying to milk all the pleasure he can from the moment.

The raw reality that had overwhelmed me before begins to fade. The repetitive thrusts of Rylee’s cock shudder through my body and turn my brain to mush. Hudson’s burning gaze ignites a frenzied urgency and I reach for him, needing to feel his hardness. Hudson clambers onto the bed, kneeling as I grip my fingers around his thick cock. I stroke back and forth in time to Rylee’s thrusts.

Rylee changes position, sitting back on his knees and jerking my body down the bed. And then he drives into me again, but this time the distance between our bodies gives Hudson a far better view. He groans and hisses as my hand keeps tempo with Rylee. He shuffles forward a little more, and tentatively reaches out to brush his fingers over my nipples. He keeps his hand still as the movement of Rylee’s thrusts wobble my breasts, brushing the nipples back and forth under his hand. Then, with his cock still wrapped by my fingers, and Rylee still buried deep inside me, his hand slides down and he flicks his thumb over the hard bead of my clit.

A shock of arousal jolts through my body, tightening everything and increasing the intensity of the sensations crashing through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers as he flicks over the sensitive flesh again. He changes the movement, rubbing over me in slow circles.

“Oh my god, she’s getting so tight,” Rylee groans.

I’m losing myself and my hand slackens around Hudson but he closes his fingers around mine and keeps up the pace.

“Faster,” Hudson commands.

Rylee’s hips push deeper, harder, faster. His face is strained with ecstasy. “Oh fuck, I can’t last any longer,” he grunts. Leaning forward, his chest crashing into Hudson’s arm, but neither of them stops.

Hudson lowers his head and whispers in my ear. “Come for me.”

I shatter at his command, an orgasm convulsing my body. Rylee holds still within me as I detonate. He waits until I melt, until I’m nothing but a pile of bones and skin beneath him, and then he fucks me hard. I watch his face, taut with effort until he thrusts one last time and I feel him pulsing within. Liquid warmth oozes over my hand, some of it splattering over my breasts as Hudson’s entire body pulses with release.

And then it’s over.

Hudson drags his body off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Rylee withdraws, sucking in a sharp breath as his semi-hard dick slides out of me. His release oozes between my thighs. I lie there, my heart still pounding, becoming aware of my surroundings again. The curtains are still open and the sun is setting behind the trees of our backyard. The door to the bedroom is slightly open and a faint breeze slips through the crack. The duvet is damp beneath me, wet from the water that fell from Rylee’s and my bodies. My hair has left wet trails on the pillow.

The water turns on. Hudson appears back in the bedroom, a damp cloth in his hands and runs it over my body, wiping himself from me. And then he wipes between my legs, removing any trace of Rylee.

chapter twenty-six

THEN

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FINITY

She won’t stop crying. For hours now that’s all she’s done. I’ve fed her, changed her diaper, held her, jiggled her, swayed her, rocked her, but all she does is cry.

I got two hours of sleep last night. Maybe. Calla just wouldn’t quiet. The only thing that would keep her happy was having my breast shoved in her mouth, so I spent the night huddled on the couch in front of a mute television, too scared to move in case I disturbed her again. Occasionally, she would pop off the breast, milk trailing out the side of her slack mouth, her eyes closed, her nose twitching in her sleep. I felt such relief then, but it was like she could sense it, sense my relief and my desperation, and she’d jerk herself awake and start screaming again.

In the morning, Hudson said he would send his mother over to give me a break, but it wasn’t his mother I wanted. It was him. It wasn’t sleep I needed. It was him.

I wanted—no, I needed him—to make me feel loved again. I needed him to claim my body and remind me that I was more than just a milk machine to be screamed at.

And when Lori did come, I couldn’t sleep anyway. I just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, counting the minutes until she would go and Hudson would come home.

Hudson was all I could think about. I got lost in daydreams of imagining him storming in the door, his eyes wild and dark. He would fist his hand in the back of my hair and demand my mouth. I imagined him fucking me with the roughness he did on that night I refused to move from the city. I tried to play with myself as I lay in bed, my mother-in-law pacing the floor below, swaying my baby and singing to her softly. But it was no use.

It wasn’t enough.

Nothing was enough.

Except Hudson.

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