“Christ, Kenna.” He groaned when she didn’t let up, her eyes locked on his as she continued her torture. “That’s it. Play with your tits just like I would while I work this pussy over.”
She did just that, and soon enough, nonsensical words and mutterings tumbled from her lips, a string of incoherency that made him feel invincible. Incoherency wasn’t a trait she readily possessed, so damn right it made him feel like he was ten feet tall, a god of a man sent for only one thing—to provide her with pleasure she couldn’t get anywhere else. To give her the escape from her life she so desperately needed.
Gripping the backs of her thighs just under her ass, he let his thumbs play in her wetness, sliding them through her slick pussy and down to meet his driving cock as it fucked her without mercy.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, finding them locked on him, her mouth parted and color high on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess around her head, fanned out on her pillow, her hands still cupping and playing with her breasts like he’d ordered.
There was so much there in her gaze—desire and lust, of course, but there was more. Love, maybe? Longing, definitely. For what, he didn’t know, because she had him. Body, heart, and soul, he was hers. Had always been, would always be.
When he pressed his thumb against her clit, she went off like a bomb, detonating around him, her pussy squeezing and milking the orgasm straight from his bones. With their eyes locked, he emptied inside her, her name on his lips as she came around him.
And a plea he couldn’t quite bring himself to vocalize that she need him as desperately as he did her.
He was leaving in eight days, and he couldn’t change that. But maybe, just maybe, this time, he could convince her to give them a chance. Because he couldn’t imagine living without her again. Not when he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that a love like theirs was rare. Precious. Something to be protected and nourished.
He was willing to do that—was desperate to.
The only question was, was she?
Hudson woke the next morning to cold sheets and an empty bed. Kenna’s room was still dark, so it couldn’t have been past six a.m. He tossed back the sheets and pulled on his jeans before trekking downstairs in search of her.
“Kenna?” He scratched his rough jaw, looking around her small home for signs of life and finding none.
Maybe she was still too keyed up and went for a run. But then why wouldn’t she have woken him to join her?
Blowing out a sigh, he headed to the kitchen in search of coffee and found half a pot. In front of it lay a note in Kenna’s handwriting.
Hud,
Apparently the magic number for orgasms to bring on sleep is more than two. Headed to town hall so I won’t wake you.
Bracing his hands on the counter, he hung his head, staring down at the note. He knew she needed to feel useful to her family, because in some backward part of her brain, she didn’t see herself as that. Never mind all she did for them—hell, he’d just learned last night she taught fucking self-defense to one of her sisters. She looked out for her nieces, making sure they were safe. She’d probably given Finn a run for his money when he’d finally come back into town, all because he’d hurt her sister. And Hudson had no doubt there were dozens of other things she did, and yet she didn’t see her worth.
He was trying like hell not to read more into her disappearing act than what was in front of him, but it was damn hard not to feel like she was pulling away. With the date of his departure ticking closer and closer…and after what they’d shared last night? It had been more than just a quick fuck and multiple orgasms for her. Heknewit had. And he also knew that’d scare the hell out of her, because what would she do when he was gone?
Well, he had an answer for that, if only the stubborn mule would just talk to him about her concerns. But if she wasn’t going to woman up and do so, then he’d have to make the first move.
He made a quick detour to shower before throwing on the last pair of clean clothes he’d packed for the weekend, and then he was out the door and sliding into his truck with one destination in mind.
When he pulled up to town hall, hers was the only car in the lot, the streetlamps only just turning off as the sun rose, illuminating the tall, imposing brick building. He’d called her on the way and gotten her voice mail, so he strode to the back door they’d gone in and out of last night and tried the handle. Locked.
He figured it was a lost cause to attempt the front door at this early hour, but he did anyway, finding it locked as well.
“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying her cell one more time.
After another unanswered call, he left his car in the parking lot and walked across the street to The Sweet Spot. If anyone would know how the hell to approach this whole thing with Kenna, it’d be his momma.
He used his key to get in since they weren’t yet open for the day, except he didn’t find who he was looking for. Just Nash and several other workers buzzed around the space, neither his momma nor sister in sight.
“Hey.” Hudson lifted his chin in greeting.
“Hey, Hud, what’s goin’ on?” Nash asked.
Standing on opposite ends of one of the side walls, he and another guy Hudson didn’t know stood perched on ladders, both holding a board of shiplap against the wall. Nash whipped out his level to ensure proper placement before giving the other guy a nod of approval.
Through blasts of a nail gun, Hud answered, “Came to find my momma, actually. She in back?”
“Nah.” Nash pressed the gun against the board, nailing in his section. “She and Lilah decided yesterday afternoon to close down for a few days until we were done. Got too loud in here—for them and the customers, I think. That’s why we’re here so early. Tryin’ to get this done as soon as possible, so y’all don’t miss out on too much business. I know it’s a busy time of year with holiday orders.”
