What Love Looks Like

“Oh, God,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop.” Her hot center grinds against me, and I need to know what she feels like. If she’s as turned on as I am.

Leaving her shorts on, I peel them, along with her underwear, to the side and thrust a finger into her, finding her soaking wet. I add another digit and finger-fuck her while my thumb massages her clit. Within seconds, she detonates around my fingers, screaming my name in ecstasy. I quickly release her nipple from my lips and crush my mouth against hers, swallowing down her cries as she comes long and hard.

Only when she’s finally quiet and sighs into me do I stop kissing and fingering her. I pull back slightly and can’t help the grin on my face as I take in her flushed cheeks and sated gaze.

“What?” she murmurs, stretching out, her lashes fluttering open and shut in contentment.

“It’s been a while, and I was worried I was rusty. Good to know I still got it.” I shrug, then cringe because I’m pretty sure inadvertently bringing up my sex life with my dead wife isn’t the best way to follow up giving a woman an orgasm.

Thankfully, Sawyer snorts out a laugh and opens her eyes, shaking her head. “I can’t speak for what you had, but if it was this level of skill, you definitely still have it… at least your fingers do.” She winks playfully, and I scoop her up, ready to show her my dick still has it too. Only before we make it to my room, the sound of Presley calling my name halts me in my place.

“Daddy!” Presley yells again, making me jump into action.

“Put me down!” Sawyer whisper-yells, reminding me she’s still in my arms.

“Sorry,” I say with a laugh. “I couldn’t figure out which head to think with.”

She barks out a laugh and shoves past me into the room where Abby and Lucas are still fast asleep and Presley is sitting up, scrubbing her eyes.

“I’m thirsty,” she mutters, still half-asleep.

“I better take Abby back to our room,” Sawyer says while I grab Presley a drink.

“No, it’s late. Stay the night, please.” When she side-eyes me, I raise my hands in a placating manner. “I don’t want you walking in the dark alone, and Joanie isn’t here to watch the kids so I can walk you back.”

“Fine, but we’re not sleeping together. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You can have the bed,” I insist.

After Presley drinks her water, I pick her up and carry her to her room—only after she begs for Abby to sleep in her bed too. It’s kind of cute how quickly the girls have become such good friends. Once both girls are tucked in and Lucas is fast asleep in his bed, I walk Sawyer to my room, so I can use the bathroom.

“You know,” she says when I come out from brushing my teeth. “Just because we can’t sleep together doesn’t mean I can’t return the favor.” She reaches for my dick, but I back up, not liking the sound of that.

“What?” she asks, a look of confusion marring her beautiful features.

“What I did to you wasn’t a favor. And it’s certainly not one that has to be reciprocated.”

Her face falls, and I hate that I’ve upset her. “Hey,” I say, tilting her chin up to look at me. “If you want to crawl into that bed and make out with me like a couple of horny teenagers, I’m down. And if you want to touch me, I’m completely okay with that, but please don’t feel like you’re obligated to do anything.”

She stares at me for a long second, and I fear I’ve fucked up by overthinking shit. But it’s hard not to when you’ve lived in a world where everyone is out for themselves and the only reason they think of anyone else is to get ahead. I’ve had dozens of women come on to me over the past five years, but they all want the same thing—a piece of my fame. It’s hard to get out of that mindset, even knowing Sawyer isn’t like that. That she isn’t doing something out of obligation because of who I am.

“Hudson.” She frames my face and, lifting on her tiptoes, kisses the corner of my mouth. “I don’t feel obligated in any way.” She peppers my stubbled jaw with kisses, then moves to my neck and collarbone. “Since last night, I’ve been dying to explore this body. Making you feel good is just a bonus.” She winks playfully, then lifts my shirt over my head, and presses kisses to my chest and down my torso.

When she’s on her knees, looking up at me with a mischievous grin on her face, she places an open-mouthed kiss to the bulge under my sweats, and my dick thickens, knowing what’s to come. I glance behind her and notice, at some point while I was in the bathroom, she closed the door.