It’s difficult to do things like that outside of the house because we’re forced to operate under the guise that he’s still mystep-dad, which couldn’t be farther from the reality of our connection. But at the very least, I can still be seen with him in public in some capacity.
Nat and Hudson can’t be together at all, really. Other than brief conversation passing when they’re at the arena, their relationship is kept completely behind closed doors, and I wish more than anything the three of us could be open and honest together.
“I’m going to go change real quick, and then I’ll be back down for dinner,” I say as I start up the stairs. “Nat is here, right?”
Hudson lifts his head from where he’s chopping cucumbers at the counter, and his smile is wider than it’s been in weeks. “Yeah. She’s home. She’s doing homework in your room, so bring her back down with you when you come.”
“Okay.” I smile back before turning and heading toward my room.
“And Ellie?” he calls, though it’s a pitch lower now.
“Yeah?”
“I think Nat needs a little extra attention right now, so let’s make sure we give that to her, okay?”
I turn back around, a smirk playing at my lips. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’ve got some ideas.” He winks. “Dinner first, though.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I chime, leaving Hudson groaning and muttering something about me being the death of him as I begin climbing the stairs again.
Nat has been a little distant lately, though less so with me than with Hudson. I thought she may have been a little afraid of his reaction after the Garrett thing; plus, I know she’s under a lot of stress with Nationals coming up.
Garrett has come over a few times with Hudson after practice, and if I hadn’t known he’d seen me with my head between my girlfriend’s thighs already, I’d have never been able to tell. He acted completely normal—casual, as if Hudson secretly dating his step-daughter and another student at the university he works for is a totally run-of-the-mill situation.
He’s definitely fucking flirty, but I have a feeling that has nothing to do with what he saw and everything to do with who he is as a person.
Plus, it’s enjoyable to see him rile Hudson up about it, to watch Hudson get possessive over Natalia and me—though there is always a playful spark in his eyes that tells me he enjoys it too.
When I get into my bedroom, Natalia is sitting cross-legged on my bed with a textbook spread out in front of her as she types away on her laptop. Her hair is thrown into a knot atop her head, and she’s wearing one of Hudson’s T-shirts and nothing else. “Hi, love,” she says without lifting her eyes from her computer screen.
“Hi.” I kiss the top of her head as I pass her before continuing into my closet. I pull a favorite crewneck off a hanger before stripping out of my jeans, peeling off the bomber I was wearing. I take off my tank top, followed by my bra, until I’m bare, save for my underwear.
Just as I’m lifting my arms to slip the crewneck over my head, I hear a murmured, “That’s incredibly distracting, Ells.”
I pause, smiling as I slowly turn and face her. She’s no longer locked in on her schoolwork, her gaze anchored to my body instead. I drag my hand over my collarbone, splaying my fingers wide as it skates down my chest and over my peaked nipple. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Her pupils are blown, lips parted as she licks them before rapidly shoving her things to the foot of my bed. “Come here.” She crooks her finger at me. “My little fucking tease.”
I take my time, swinging my hips with every step until I reach her side. She flashes an arm out, snatching around my waist and pulling me into her. Nat’s legs fall apart as I crawl between them, settling above her.
She takes my breasts in each hand, eyes blazing through me as she flicks her thumb over my nipples, smiling when the sensation elicits a whimper from my throat. She stretches her neck, and I drop my head so our lips clash. Her mouth is soft and wet and warm, and I’m moaning into it as her tongue dances with mine, tasting me thoroughly.
She drags her lips over my jaw and down my neck, and embers blaze to life inside me, causing my skin to catch flame in every place she touches. My back arches on instinct, desperate to force her closer. She slips one of her legs between mine so I’m straddling her thigh before shifting slightly. The new angle causes her core to become flushed with mine, and when I roll my hips forward, a friction erupts between us that has us both gasping.
“Faster,” she murmurs, lifting her hips to collide with mine as she takes my nipple between her teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with her tongue.
“Nat,” I moan, rolling against her again, grinding down farther and faster, chasing the heat sparking in my center with each movement. I grip the top of my bedframe, and a frantic, chaotic frenzy begins.
“There you go, Ells. Ride it out, love.”
We’re meeting each other’s thrusts, her lips and teeth and tongue finding every inch of my chest. We’re so wet, I’m drenched right through my panties, but I can’t tell what’s from her and what’s from me. When Nat’s hand slides down my bare back and beneath the band of my underwear to grasp my ass, pulling me farther into her and setting a rhythm under her own control, I feel as if I’m losing my mind.
My vision blurs, flashes of light exploding in my periphery. Nat’s beautiful brown eyes flick up to mine as she runs her tongue over my hardened nipple, swirling around it. Her pupils are blown, and her legs tremble wildly beneath me before her mouth drops open entirely, her moans vibrating over my flesh and heightening every sensation I’m already experiencing.
When those big brown eyes roll back and she goes taut beneath me, I lose myself right alongside her. I slack, hand slipping off the bedframe as my head falls to her neck and rapid murmurs of her name fall from my mouth onto her skin.
She’s peppering kisses along my shoulder, running her hand up and down my spine as we both come down, grounding ourselves back in reality.
