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“Hudson,” she breathes out, lifting her head to look atme, her cheeks a little flushed, our breathing becoming rapid.
“I missed you, Lacy baby,” I tell her as I lean in to kiss those perfect lips once again.
“I missed you too…” Her hands run up the back of my head, digging into my hair, massaging my scalp, and I groan into her mouth as my tongue becomes more demanding.
“I want you so much it’s almost suffocating,” I murmur, my lips tracing down her jaw, kissing every inch of her skin I can reach.
“I know the feeling,” she moans as she moves her body a little, needing some friction, and I move my leg, positioning it between hers. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Hmmmm… let them…” I say, not wanting to stop kissing her as her hips roll on my thigh, and I feel her warmth, her neediness for me now apparent. I know my brother won’t be back in a hurry, and he and Harvey will probably eat all the cookies Mom cooks and not leave me even one. So I take my time, enjoying having Lacy in my arms.
“I really should get to work,” she murmurs, not making any move to leave or pause our makeout session, and I smile against her lips.
“Yeah, you should probably go,” I tell her, but her hands grip into my hair harder, and I pull her body tighter against mine.
Neither of us move. We stand in my kitchen, her pinned to the bench, her hips moving against mine, our lips tangling together, her body in my arms, and hell, she feels good. We don’t stop kissing, but I let her relax in myarms, her head falling back again as I kiss her neck, smelling her sweet floral aroma. When I lick her skin teasingly, she giggles and squirms.
“Hmmm, ticklish?” I ask with a chuckle, moving my lips back across her jaw to her mouth.
“A little…” she says, her tone coy enough to have me wanting to find all her other ticklish spots. “But I like it… I like everything you do.”
“Good to know.” I put my lips to hers again as my stomach flutters, and we don’t break, we don’t waver, even though my dick strains against my zipper more and more with every grind of her delicious hips. This is the hottest makeout session I have had, and I’m in no hurry to finish.
This is perfect. She is perfect.
24
LACY
The bottle samples have arrived, and they look great.
“Is this what you had in mind?” Connor asks, and I smile.
“This is exactly what I had in mind,” I confirm, my grin not faltering. Everything in my life seems to be more enjoyable. I’m happier, work is amazing, Mom is doing good, and I haven’t had a nightmare in over a week.
“Lacy. A delivery for you,” our receptionist says, walking in grinning with a large bouquet of flowers. Hudson and his gifts are now legendary in the office. As I stand to grab them from her, I see Connor smirking.
“Well, I will leave you to open your little love note from the doc. Good work on those bottles; they look amazing,” Connor says, standing and walking out, leaving me giddy. Hudson seems to like spoiling me. My fingers move fast as soon as Connor is out the door, eager to see the note, because while the gifts are amazing, his words are what lights me up inside.
I rip open the envelope, looking again at the large bouquet of white roses. He knows I like to pick the fresh roses from the distillery garden, so it is a little odd, but I appreciate it just the same.
As I slide the card out of the envelope, my smile is wide as I read his message, before I gasp and my hands start to shake.
Lacy
I have loved the thrill of the chase, but I’m not playing anymore. You will be mine and I’m coming for you.
These are not from Hudson. Fear consumes my body, my hands trembling harshly as the note falls from my grasp. My eyes water as my breathing escalates, and the room starts to spin. I close my eyes and start to count, trying to calm my frantic breaths, and I grip on to my desk so I don’t fall. It takes me a little while, but slowly it works, and my breathing regulates. As I open my eyes and look down at the flowers on my desk, I swallow the bile that rises, and with my sweaty palms, I grip on to the large heavy bouquet and walk quietly out of my office. No one is around, all of them in meetings, and my pace quickens as I run down the steps of the office and make my way to the back of the distillery to the large trash containers, the ones reserved for our large rubbish items, where no one else will even look.
A feral growl sounds from deep within me as I throw the flowers into the air, tears falling down my cheeks. I pant as I watch the bouquet rise up almost in slow motion for a moment before the flowers fall, landing in the large bin with bits of old barrels and other random building materials, until all that is left is me.
A panting and shaking mess.
I jumpfrom the car and dash inside, frazzled. I’m running late and have been all day. I’ve felt off ever since the flower delivery this morning. My senses are heightened, jumping at every noise. Usually, I can push his messages to the back of my mind, but there was something about the note that was different. More demanding, more threatening. Like he is getting agitated. He probably thought that I would buckle and come back to school immediately, doing everything he’s asking of me. Maybe no one has ever told him no before.
“Oh, there you are, Lacy,” Patti says from the reception desk at the hospital as I push my way inside.
“Sorry!” I cringe, feeling terrible but still not myself.