I felt guilty too. My thoughts got away from me but I couldn’t help it. Her touch did something to me and my cock liked it. Cursing at myself, I try to push those thought aside. I’m supposed to be providing her with a safe place to stay, not lusting after her like a teenage boy. Fuck, it’s not like she’s in any shape for that kind of attention anyway. The harder I push them aside, the stronger the vision of her smile fills my mind, making it impossible to do.
Fuck, Hudson, you just need to get laid. That’s all this is.
It was an easy problem I could solve after seeing her settled in. I’d make a call and get the issue sorted. Then I wouldn’t find myself lusting after the poor girl. It’s been too long anyways.
The rest of the drive is made in silence and before I know it, I’m pulling into the drive way of my little cabin. She gasps, seeing it for the first time. Her eyes are wide, her face flushed and her mouth opened in surprise. I wished I knew what was running through her head.
“Do you like it?” I ask, unable to stop myself. I need to know. She looks at me. Her guard is up but I can see her thoughts swirling around, her emotions dancing across her face. She likes it.
I live in the middle of a two acre lot, surrounded by trees. My modest cabin is tucked comfortably into the green backdrop. It was one of the reasons I bought the place. I had plenty of space, plenty of privacy and I wasn’t too far away from civilization.
I put the truck in park, the wheels crunching against the gravel drive. Opening my door, I quickly slide out, motioning her to follow. She warily slides across the seat, ignores my hand to help her down and gets out on her own. I step back allowing her space.
The side door to the cabin suddenly opens and a woman bounds down the stairs, flying at me.
“Hudson,” she squeals, jumping into my arms and wrapping me into a bear hug that leaves me breathless.
“Hey Missy,” I hug her back.
She pulls back and touches my face tenderly, her eyes taking everything in.
“You’re okay,” she whispers, tears glistening in her green pools.
“I am,” I respond softly.
She smacks me hard on my arm and frowns.
“When were you going to tell me you were coming home? I had to hear about it from Sneak,” she steps back, clearly upset. I can’t blame her, it is a dick move on my part. Especially after all we’ve been through together.
I turn my head, looking for Alice. She’s moved a few feet away, pretending to study her shoes and the rocks at her feet. Her arms were crossed and she looks uncomfortable.
Shit!
She probably thinks Missy is something she isn’t. I step past Missy and move towards her.
“Alice, this is my older sister, Missy,” I introduce my sister and Alice looks up at me, surprise mixed with something else written on her face. She takes a hesitant step towards me, and then another. My sister moves alongside of me. “Missy, this is Alice.”
I don’t know who she thought Missy was to me but I’m positive she believed I lied to her about not having someone at home waiting on me.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Missy stretches out her hand and Alice freezes. I grab my sisters hand, intercepting her.
“Let’s go inside,” I pull Missy away and give Alice a nod. She looks briefly relieved. Missy misses nothing and sees the silent communication between us. “Sneak snitched me out, huh?”
“He didn’t have much of a choice, after Kingston called I drilled Sneak for more information. He said I could ask you when you arrived this morning. So I drove out here to meet you,” she gave Alice a sideways glance and I tightened my hold on her hand as if to say, not right now sis. She took the hint.
“How long are you home for?” Missy asked as we walked into the cabin’s large kitchen.
“A couple of weeks at least,” I watch Alice as she steps into the cabin. Her eyes grow wide again from the sight before her. The cabin, old in age, is completely modern and updated, not what she expected I’m sure. I smile, positive I’ll never grow tired of seeing her surprised.
“You’ve been gone six months,” she puts her hands on her hips. “Do I need to have a talk with King?”
“Not him calling the shots on this one,” I walk across the room and take out a large mug and fill it with fresh coffee, courtesy of my sister, who really is the best. I catch Alice watching me and I gesture, offering her some. She nods and I reach up for another cup. After I fill her cup and walk over to the breakfast bar, she slides onto a stool across from me. She reaches for the cup but I push it away, out of reach and turn towards the refrigerator. Missy takes creamer in her coffee and I was positive she brought some with her. She visits often enough when I’m in town, there’s usually a bottle of it there for her. I offer some to Alice and she gives me a slight nod. I walk over to her cup and pour some in. She smiles at me and I pour a little more. I hand the cup and a spoon from the drawer next to me and she stirs it.