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FIFTY-FOUR

HUDSON

Madeline has been different in the week since Clark showed up. She’s smiling more. She’s lighter, like this enormous weight has been lifted off her shoulders. The change is contagious, and every day I’m with her, I fall more and more in love with her.

“What’s that smell?” Madeline sets two bags of groceries on the kitchen table and shrugs off her coat. “Are you cooking dinner?”

“Trying to.” I grab a colander and put it in the sink. “We’ll see how it turns out.”

“Are you ill?”

“Wow, Mads.” I laugh and drain the pot of pasta. “You wound me.”

“Seriously. What’s the occasion?”

“I don’t know.” I make room on the counter and set the pot on top of a holder, dumping the pasta back in. “Lucy is at a friend’s house for the night. I leave tomorrow for four days. You’ve had a long week.”

“Have I?” She arches an eyebrow and puts a gallon of milk in the fridge. “Remind me what happened?”

“Your shitty ex-husband happened.”

Madeline grins and stands on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Seeing you that protective was hot as hell.”

“Hopefully he learned to not fuck with what’s mine. You haven’t heard from him, have you?” I ask.

I know she would tell me if she had. I’m not worried about any lingering feelings or dredging up past emotions.

I just want to make sure I don’t need to actually kick his ass.

“Nope. I made sure to block him on social media so he doesn’t have access to any parts of my life, and I’m going to reach out to my lawyer on Monday about what happened.”

“That’s why I wanted to cook dinner for you. You have a lot going on, and I wanted to do something nice.” I dump the pasta back in the pan and turn off the stove. “You deserve it.”

She buries her face in my shirt and sighs. “That’s very nice of you. Thank you for thinking of me, Hudson.”

“I’m always thinking about you, sweetheart.” I kiss the top of her head and give her ass a light tap. “But don’t get too excited. I used sauce from a jar instead of your homemade vodka sauce.”

“I’ll overlook the travesty.” She tips her chin up and kisses my jaw. “Is that garlic bread I smell?”

“Shit.” I give her a squeeze and untangle myself from her. Grabbing the dish towel from my shoulder, I use it to pull out the sheet pan from the oven. “I can work with this. It’s not too burnt. This half is salvageable.”

“Look at you. You’re getting better every day,” she teases, and I reach for her again.

“I love how confident you are in the kitchen.” I bend so I can kiss her neck, and she relaxes against me. “It’s so fucking sexy.”

“I chop cilantro, Hudson. I’m not out there finding world peace.”

“Don’t care. It’s hot as hell.” I run my fingers along the hem of her shirt and she sighs. “Pretty sure I have a Pavlovian response to you picking up a knife. I get instantly hard. Might need to have my head checked.”

“Yeah?” She reaches behind me and holds up a butter knife in front of her. “Should we test that theory?”

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me,” I say, and when she gently presses the cool silver against my neck, I let out a rough breath. “I definitely have a knife kink.”

“That’s new. And so hot,” she whispers, touching the jagged edge to my skin. I can’t help but groan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I told you, you can do anything to me.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and keep her there. “Just don’t cut off my dick. I want to fuck you later.”

Madeline laughs and kisses me. Her mouth is hot against mine, and she slides her free hand under the back of my shirt, pulling it off by the collar and letting it fall to the floor.

She drags the knife down my chest, and it’s embarrassing how I’m practically panting. It’s embarrassing how hard I am, and when she unbuttons my jeans, I almost come in my pants again.

“I like how much I turn you on.” Madeline takes a step back, and I take the opportunity to shove my hand down my briefs and adjust my cock. “It makes me feel beautiful.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” I say, and I’m glad the stove is off. Dinner is the last thing on my mind. “I close my eyes and see you, Madeline. And when I open them, there you are. Even more gorgeous than when I saw you ten seconds ago.”

A blush creeps up her chest to her cheeks and it matches her red shirt. She sets the knife down and slowly lowers the zipper of her jeans. When she steps out of the denim and reveals a pair of black underwear, I get even harder.

“Touch me,” she whispers, and I shove my jeans down my legs and step out of them.

I lift her by her hips and set her on the counter, putting my hands on either side of her thighs as she drapes an arm over my shoulder.

“How do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?” I trail my right hand up her arm and across her chest. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “Like this? Right here?”

“Yes.” Madeline wraps her legs around my waist. Her heels dig into my spine and she tips her head back. “But I want more.”

“I can give you more.” I move my hand down her stomach. Her skin is soft and warm, and I smile when she wiggles her ass back so she can open her legs wider. “Can you say please for me?”

“Please. Please, Hudson,” she practically begs, and when I press my thumb against her clit, her groan echoes around the kitchen.

“There you go baby. That’s what I like to hear.” I pull her underwear off and I run my finger through her slit. She’s drenched, so fucking wet already, and I smirk. “Looks like I’m not the only one who likes when you play with knives.”

Depraved thoughts I’ve never dreamed of before race through my head. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her with the handle of one. I wonder what it would look like with her cum all over it, how it would taste when I licked it clean, and smug satisfaction rolls through me.

My teammates have no fucking clue I’m the furthest thing from a prude.

“I like you,” she says. I push a finger inside her pussy and am rewarded with a whimper. “And anything you do. That includes playing with knives.”

“Yeah? Are you going to like it when I get you almost to the point of an orgasm then stop like you made me during girls’ night?”

“That’s not?—”

“Not fair? You’re getting my hand all wet, sweetheart. We’re past fair.”

“ Fuck . What else are you going to do to me?”

“Are you going to like it when I make you eat dinner because taking care of you is another one of my kinks?” I kiss her, making sure to bite her bottom lip. ““After, we’re going to your room and we’re going to try something new. Something else I think you’ll like, and I’ll finally let you come. And when all of that is said and done, I’m going to put you in the shower and wash your hair because I’m not going to sleep until you know just how much you deserve to be treated right.”

“Hudson. You are?—”

“Shh, Maddie.” I put a hand low on her stomach and add a second finger inside her. I use my hips to push her legs wider, and she leans back on her elbows, giving me the perfect view. “Fuck. Look at your pretty pussy. I’m going to like torturing you.”

A laugh falls out of her, but it’s quickly replaced with a moan seconds later. I move the hand on her stomach to around her back so I can help keep her upright when she reaches for her chest, squeezing her breasts.

“It’s not going to take me long,” she warns, and I don’t tell her I’m minutes away from coming myself. My briefs are soaked with pre-cum, and my cock aches. “Guess I really want to try some of that pasta.”

It’s my turn to laugh. I put my mouth on her neck, kissing her there. “Your sarcasm is one of my favorite things about you.”

“What else do you like?”

“Your perfect fucking tits. Your smile. Your hips when I hold them and fuck you from behind. How you do this small laugh right before you come and the way you whisper my name when something feels really fucking good.”

I add a third finger to her tight pussy. She cries out but I kiss the sound away, only pulling back so I can tell her how good she’s doing. How perfect she feels and all the ways I want her when we get to her room.

Madeline writhes on the counter and pinches her nipple. She yanks her sleeve to the side so she can touch herself under her bra, and when I pull my fingers out from inside her, circling her clit with a slow and steady circle, her breathing turns sharp.

“Please let me come,” she whispers, and her legs tremble. “I want to come, Hudson.”

“No, sweetheart,” I say. When she lifts her hips off the counter, desperate for more friction, I have to bite down on my cheek to keep it together. “I promise I’ll let you come soon, okay?”

Her sigh is irritated, and when her eyes flutter open, she narrows them at me. “You’re cruel.”

“Is this okay?” I brush a piece of hair from her sweat-soaked forehead and cup her cheek. “If you don’t like this, if you’re uncomfortable with it, I’ll get you off right now.”

“No.” Her nipples are hard under her shirt and she groans. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. It’s more than okay.”

“Yeah?” I stroke along her collarbone and smile. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it?”

“I will.” She puts her hands on my shoulders, dragging her nails down my back, and I shiver. “I like everything we’ve done in the bedroom, but this…” She gnaws on her bottom lip before talking again. “I really like this. I didn’t know if I’d be into something so… dominating. Especially because you’re the kindest man I’ve ever met. But it’s so hot.” Her head lolls to the side and a shiver racks her body. “I like seeing this possessive side of you. I like thinking it’s a part of you only I will ever see, and I want more of it.”

I’m not a vanilla guy in the bedroom, but I’m not as rowdy as some of my teammates. I usually go off what the woman wants: wrists tied up and some spanking every now and then. This aggressiveness is new for me, something I’ve been wondering if I’d be into, and holy hell do I like it as much as she does.

“Take off your shirt. And your bra,” I tell her, rolling with what feels good. When her mouth curves into a wicked grin, I know I’ve said the right thing. “Sit down and I’ll bring you a plate.”

“Yes, chef,” she murmurs, and she makes a show of pulling her shirt over her head. Of unclasping her bra and letting her breasts spill free. She cups them and pushes them together, her eyes on me when I have to grip the counter to keep from touching her. “You always know how to make me feel good.”

It’s almost impossible to walk away from her, but I do. I busy myself with making her a plate and cutting three slices of garlic bread. I ignore my cock and focus on her, sitting beside her at the table so I can keep a hand on her thigh just because I want to.

She’s naked and perfect and mine, all fucking mine, and that makes up for the pasta that’s gotten cold.

“What do you think?” I ask, twirling a bite of spaghetti around my fork. “Grade my food, Maddie.”

“It’s delicious.” She takes a bite of garlic bread and sighs. “I’m really proud of you, Hudson.”

That makes me want to puff my chest out.

A good dinner and getting to finger fuck her pussy?

It’s a night of wins.

“Thanks. I know I’m not going to be replacing you anytime soon, but I’m glad to know I’m self-sufficient now. I can put together dinner for Lucy and me without being afraid of burning this whole place down.”

“You did really well, sweetheart.” Madeline touches my cheek, and I grin at her praise. “I can’t wait to see what you make next.”

We talk while we eat. I tell her about the team we’re playing the day after tomorrow. She mentions Lucy has a show and tell day next month and is hoping I could come visit her class.

I keep on hand on her bare thigh the whole time, dragging her chair until it’s right against mine. My cock is still hard, and this is the single hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

When Madeline takes her last bite, she leans back in her chair and puts her hand over mine.

“What’s this new thing you want to try?” she asks. “Does it involve my ass?”

“No. Do you want it to involve your ass?”

“Maybe. I’ve never done that before.”

“We’ll table it for another time.” I scoot back and grab our empty plates. “Can you wait for me in your room?”

Her eyes twinkle and she glances up at me. “How do you want me to wait for you?”

“On your bed. Against the pillows. But don’t touch yourself.”

“This sounds fun.” She stands, and I can’t help but drag my gaze down her body. She really is a fucking dream. “I hope you’re not going to make me wait too long.”

“I’ll be there soon.” I kiss her forehead and move to the sink. “Don’t worry.”

With another smile she heads down the hall toward her room. Just before she disappears, I grin.

“Hey, baby?” I call out, and she looks at me over her shoulder. “Do me a favor? Grab that vibrator I know you keep in your bedside table. And make sure it’s charged up.”