Misconception (Coming Home)
He moves my legs back to the bed and leans over me, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head. When he releases me with an audible pop, my eyes focus on him. Reaching up, I bury my hands in his hair as we stare into each other’s eyes.
He leans in close. “Give it to me, Riles. Give me your pleasure,” he says before fusing his mouth to mine. His tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth.
My body is on sensory overload. It feels like his hands are everywhere. My pussy pulses as the heat building in my core intensifies. Then just like that, I’m jumping off that desire cliff with no parachute. My entire body tingles as my orgasm races through me. Hudson mumbles something I can’t decipher. All I can do is hang on while my orgasm assists him in chasing his own.
“Fuck!” he roars. He thrusts one last time, and his body stills. His head is tilted back, and even though I’m wrung out and exhausted, I force myself to open my eyes to watch as he comes inside me.
It’s as I feel him coming that I remember we didn’t use a condom. It’s fine. I’m on the pill, and Hudson isn’t really one of those guys who sleeps around, but it’s still a conversation we should have had. When he comes home, if this turns into something, we’ll definitely have to have that conversation.
He pulls out of me and moves to lie next to me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I roll over, giving him my back, and he snuggles closer. My emotions are too raw. I am too exposed to look him in the eye. We’re both still breathing heavily, and there’s a mess between my thighs that I need to tend to.
Hudson mumbles something about calling Clay before soft snores fill the room. He’s sound asleep, passed out, and his body is wrapped tightly around mine. I’m wide awake, memorizing what it feels like to be in his arms. As the time rolls on, panic starts to build. I’ve wanted this, wanted him for so long that I was willing to take what I wanted, but what if he wakes up and says it was a mistake? I can’t handle that.
I need to leave. I need to slip out and drive home before anyone even realizes I was here. I’ll see him when he gets home, and then if he remembers, we can talk about it. Hell, maybe I’ll write him a letter. I’m not exactly sure, but what I do know is that I can’t handle him not being okay with how last night turned out.
Hoping not to wake him, I slip out of his hold and out of bed. I tiptoe around the bed. grabbing my clothes. I turn toward the bed and take one last look at him. It’s going to be twelve long months before I lay eyes on him again. “Goodbye, Hudson. Stay safe,” I whisper into the quiet space before turning off the light and slipping out of his bedroom. He has to be passed out to fall asleep with the overhead light on.
My gut churns. I took advantage, and I just pray that I didn’t lose one of my dearest friends. I hope that by sleeping with my sister’s best friend, I didn’t mess up our entire dynamic. I was selfish, and I know I should have regrets, but I have none. Tonight will be a night I will never forget.
By the time I get home, it’s just before sunrise. I grab my phone from my purse and send my sister a quick text, hoping it doesn’t wake her up.
Me: I have a migraine. I’m not going to make the send-off. Please give them both a hug for me. I’m taking some meds and crashing.
I power off my phone before plugging it in to charge and placing it on the nightstand. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. I need sleep and time to process what just happened. I need time to let it sink in that walking away from him was the last time I’ll see him for a year. My heart cracks at the mere thought of him being so far away. I need some time for just me to get my emotions in order. It’s going to take every ounce of fake acting skills that I have not to let it show how badly it hurts that he’s gone.
Two Tylenol PM to ward off the headache and to help me fall asleep, some earplugs, because I have neighbors who like to mow their lawn at the ass crack of dawn, and my sleep mask should do the trick. I just want to sleep the entire day. Climbing into bed, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep thinking of him.