Page 61 of Say You Love Me

chapter twenty-seven

NOW

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HUDSON

“You look tired, son. Is everything okay?”

I snort. It’s not as though I can tell him the truth. I can’t tell him that for the past few days we’ve had someone staying and I’ve watched him fuck my wife every night. I can’t tell him that it’s all I can think about, that the images are haunting me at work and when I sleep. And I most definitely can’t tell him that I like it.

“Your mother said that things have been a little strained since Finity came home. You know you can talk to me, don’t you? I haven’t survived forty-plus years of marriage to your mother without picking up a few tricks here and there.”

I look through the doorway at where Finity is perched on a stool, watching as my mother clears the dishes. There’s a glass of wine in front of her. It’s her third for the night. It’s pink and for some reason, each time she brings the dainty glass to her lips, my dick hardens a little. She must feel me staring at her because her eyes slide to me and we share a smile.

“Everything is fine, Dad. You don’t need to worry about us.”

“But I do.” Dad is careful not to look at me directly as he speaks. It’s something he’s always done. We’ve become close over the years, closer than we were when I was a kid, yet every time he talks to me about something serious, or rather, every time Mum instructs him to talk to me, he never looks at me directly. It’s easier that way. It seems too personal, too intrusive.

“You two were such a good couple. You seemed so in love before.”

“Things are different now, Dad. You know that. Things can’t be the same, not after what happened.”

Dad falls silent. I knew he would. He likes to talk about the past about as much as Finity does. Maybe there’s something similar in the way they process things.

“You should take Finity back up to the lake soon. She always loves it there. It would be a chance for you two to reconnect. A chance for you to remember why you fell in love.”

“Things are pretty hectic at work at the moment. Not sure I have the time.” But the truth is I’m not sure I could spend that much time alone without all the memories rushing back, without the blame and the guilt.

“Maybe you should make the time.”

Finity comes up behind me and rests her hand on my shoulder. “You ready to get going?” She yawns as if for extra emphasis.

I tilt my head to kiss her fingers. “Sure thing, I’ll just finish this.” I drain the contents of my bottle and get to my feet. My arm wraps around Finity’s shoulders automatically and a small smile graces Mum’s lips. She’s pleased things are getting better between my wife and me, though I doubt she’d be thrilled to know the reason why.

We walk home hand in hand. Finity clutches onto my arm, her fingers entwined in mine, her breasts pushed against my arm. She looks stunning tonight. The weather is warmer and so she’s in a summery dress that floats around her body like a floral cloud. Her pace slows the closer we get, and when we reach our home, she pulls me to a stop.

There’s hesitation when she touches me. It’s a simple gesture, just one that tilts my face toward hers, but it’s bold considering all we’ve been through. Slowly, she inches closer, our breaths mingling before she presses her lips to mine. As always with Finity, arousal bolts through me at the touch. But instead of feeling repulsion, instead of the guilt that usually pulses through me at the thought of touch meaning forgiveness, I press into the kiss, relishing the languid way our mouths slide over each other.

“I miss you,” she whispers against my skin.

I laugh and my hands fall to her ass, squeezing tightly. “But I’m right here.”

She brushes her nose against mine. “But not all of you.” Her arms loop around my neck and she looks up into my eyes. “I miss your hands on me. I miss your smell, your taste.” Her voice falls even quieter. “I miss the feel of you inside me.”

My hands tighten their grip on her backside. She pushes into me, grazing my erection with her hips.

“I want you tonight, Hudson. Not Rylee. You.”

The thought makes my blood pulse. But there’s also apprehension. Rylee acts as a buffer between us, a way for us to forget the past. His touch on her body ignites my arousal while allaying my guilt.

But I’m rescued from answering because the door swings open and Rylee leans against the frame. “There you two are.” Jealousy burns in his eyes as he sweeps them over Finity and I caught in an embrace. “You’ve got visitors.”

“Visitors?” I untangle myself from my wife, avoiding her gaze as I climb the steps. Finity lets out a deep sigh as she follows.

Rylee has been staying for five days now. He rarely leaves the house. He’s becoming bolder with Finity, touching her without invitation, but every time he does, her gaze searches out mine. He’s in love with my wife, that much is obvious. But there’s a certain power that comes with knowing he will never have her. That she is mine. The only reason he is even allowed to touch her is because I permit it. Rylee tolerates me because it’s the only way he can be near Finity.

I control them both.

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