What Love Looks Like

She rubs her lips over my material-covered dick until it’s stretching my briefs, then she tugs them down, springing my dick free. My eyes stay trained on her as she strokes my hard shaft up and down a few times until it’s as hard as stone. Her tongue darts out and drags along the top of my head, then she opens her perfect mouth and takes me all the way down her throat.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, watching her head go up and down as she sucks my dick. Her mouth is warm and wet, and when she suctions her cheeks, tightening her hold on my shaft, I damn near come right on the spot. It’s been too long, and it feels too good.

Her hands grip my sides, her fingers digging into my flesh, and she starts to fuck me with her mouth. In the otherwise quiet room, the sound of her slurping and sucking fills the air, and I know I won’t last long. I don’t want it to end like this. I want to be inside her, over her, kissing her, and feeling her insides, but with the kids in the other room and not wanting to chance them waking up and knocking on the door, I know that can’t happen tonight.

When I’m about to come, I tug on Sawyer’s hair to pull her off me, planning to finish in my hand or maybe on her chest. But she swats me away, silently demanding I finish in her mouth. I want to argue, but I’m too far gone, so I let myself go, coming straight down her throat. She takes it all, not stopping until I’m flaccid and she’s licked every drop off my shaft.

When she’s done, she glances up at me shyly. “So… do I still have it? I was worried about being rusty.”

I throw my head back with a laugh, then give her the same answer she gave me. “I don’t know what you had, but based on how hard I just came, you definitely still have it.”

CHAPTER SIX

SAWYER

“Is Presley going to camp?” Abby asks as I hand her a bathing suit to put on.

“Nope.”

“Is Lucas going to camp?” she asks, peeling her clothes off so she can get changed.

“Nope,” I repeat.

“Because we’re in trouble?” She pulls her suit up her tiny body and wiggles to get the straps on.

“No,” I tell her, helping to fix it so the material is where it should be before I hand over her cover-up. “Nobody’s in trouble. Hudson invited us to spend the day with them, so instead of going to camp, we’re going to hang out with them.”

“So, Lucas and Presley will both be there?” she confirms.

“Yes.”

“Can I go to camp tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

She glares my way, hating that answer. “Fine. Can we go see Presley and Lucas now?”

“As soon as I get my bathing suit on, we’re going to meet them downstairs.”

“Okay, Mommy, then hurry up.” Abby pushes me toward the bathroom to get ready while I laugh at how crazy she is. She’s never made friends so quickly before, and I’m a little worried about how she’ll react when our vacation is over and we have to say goodbye.

I probably should create some space, so it’s not so hard, but I don’t want to ruin our time simply because I’m afraid of the after-effects. It’s not fair to Abby, and if I’m honest, I’m really enjoying my time with Hudson even though it’s temporary.

Last night, it was hard to sleep in his bed, knowing he was in the other room on the couch. It would’ve been so easy to sneak him back into the room, lock the door, and—

“Mommy! Hurry,” Abby huffs with impatience. “What if they leave without us?”

“They’re not leaving without us.” I snag my suit and change into it. Today, I’m wearing a one-piece black suit with see-through triangle cut-outs on the sides. It’s cute and practical. Hudson wouldn’t tell me what we were doing, aside from saying to make sure we pack bathing suits and a change of clothes and towels.

After I have our beach bag packed, I text Hudson to let him know we’re ready, and then we head downstairs to meet them in front of our building. The second the girls see each other, they run straight into each other’s arms like it’s been years instead of hours since they last saw each other.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” I ask Hudson.

“The boat!” Lucas answers for him. “Dad rented the best boat ever, and we get to ride on the back on the tube.”

“I’m not riding on the tube,” Presley says. “It’s too scary. Last time, I almost flew off.”

“I don’t like scary,” Abby adds.

Lucas pouts. “You guys are no fun. Will you ride with me, Sawyer? Dad can’t because he has to drive the boat.” He looks up at me with such hope that even if I was scared shitless, I would still agree to go. Luckily, I’ve been tubing countless times on the lake.