He walked over to my side of the bed. I reached for him and he said, “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
I wrapped my lips around the perfect rosy mushroom head of his dick and slid my mouth down it. Then I slid it back up and licked him like a lollipop.
“Fuck, Milly.”
“No, blow job, Hudson.” And I went down on him, giving him my best. He was long, hard, and quite lovely. Some penises are downright weird looking. They may have a tilt to the right or left. I couldn’t say from first-hand experience, but I had seen my share of pictures. To be honest, I’d never found penises to be that attractive. I had to say that Hudson cashed in on the hot penis award. There wasn’t anything about his cock I didn’t like. And I’d like to add that his balls were spectacular too. Not overly hairy or large, and they didn’t hang down and dangle. They were tight and perfect to lick and suck. I was in cock love. How did I ever manage to move next to such a glorious McFoxy? Maybe I should call him McCocksy.
From the sounds of things, he was loving this cock-a-doo as much as me. His hands were on either side of my head and he said, “I’m going to come. Do you swallow?”
Now that was something I hadn’t considered. I’d never done it with Harry. Never even entertained the idea. But I was curious with Hudson so I gave him the thumbs-up and prayed I could manage. Warm jets of cum hit the back of my throat and it did not taste like chicken. Not one bit. Not gonna lie, it wasn’t a hot fudge sundae, but it wasn’t bad either. I felt like patting myself on the back, but as soon as I thought of it, he did it for me. And then he pulled all of that glistening, glorious cock out of my mouth and kissed me.
“Damn. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“Just a little neighborly going away gift.” I winked.
I watched his firm, hot ass as he pulled on his jeans. Too bad he couldn’t walk around naked just for me.
He stopped by the bed and asked, “I’ll see you later this afternoon?”
“Sure. Don’t forget to bring me that cup of sugar.”
I heard him laughing as he left. My phone rang again and this time I answered it.
“Milly. Thank God. I was afraid you’d been abducted by aliens.”
“Not quite. I was abducted by a very large and attractive penis, though.”
“Excuse me?” Ellerie asked.
“Ellerie, why didn’t you tell me sex could be that great and penises could be absolutely gorgeous. Oh, my fucking God. I am in cock love. I’m not kidding. My vagina is fucking destroyed.”
“You said it was frozen.”
“Yeah. Well, forget about that. By the way, how big is John’s dick?”
“What did you say?”
“Listen, we’re sisters. You can tell me. I mean, Harry didn’t have a micro peen, but by jams, Hudson is huge. I had to two-fist him when I gave him a blow job.”
“Jesus, you sucked him off? On the first time?”
“Not only that, I swallowed. And get this. I loved every second of it.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yep. It wasn’t horrible either. I didn’t even gag.”
“Did it taste like chicken? Har har.”
“Not at all.”
“Who is this and what have you done with my sister?”
“I knowwwww! It was soooo hot!” I fanned myself because I was getting sweaty. “He has the prettiest peen I’ve ever seen. I wish I could show you.”
“Okay, seriously. What happened to you? You were the one who always said dicks were ugly.”
“I’m telling you, he is a god. A true sex god. His balls are even pretty. He needs to be the ball poster child.”
“You said balls look like an old man’s wrinkled up face who has no teeth and wiry hair.”
In a dreamy voice, I said, “I lied. I could stare at his balls all day.”
“I’m hanging up now. Whoever this is, will you tell my sister to call when she gets home?”
The line went dead.
Chapter Sixteen
Hudson
Wiley nearly tackled me when I walked into the house. “Daddy, I missed you.”
“Not any more than I missed you.”
“Did you have a good time with Milly?” Marin asked.
“I did,” I answered with a grin.
“Great because I have your date all planned out.”
“What are you talking about?”
Wiley ran circles around my legs as I stared at my sister-in-law.
“You have a date to keep with her. The Bid for Bachelor thing.” Marin twirled her finger in the air. “Remember?”
In truth, I hadn’t. “Oh, we don’t need to do that.”
“You most certainly do, Hudson West.”
“What do you gotta do, Daddy?”
“He has to take your neighbor, Milly, out on a date.”
“Wiww Big Dick go too?”
“No, the dog stays home,” Marin said.
“Can I go?”
“No, honey, you can’t. A date is only for grown-ups.”
“But Aunt Marewin, I go on pway dates.”
“Yes, you do, but those are different kinds of dates.”
“Oh.” His little brow creased as he thought this one out.
“Wiley, it’s for your daddy and Milly as a boy and girl date.”
His mouth did all sorts of things, and then he asked, “Does Daddy wike girws?”
Marin smirked. “I think he does, but why don’t you ask him?”
“Daddy, do you?”
“Yes, I do. They’re very nice and … pretty.”
“Not awways,” Wiley said. Marin covered her mouth as I turned away for a second.
“Everyone is pretty in their own way, Wiley,” I said.
“Nuh uh. Emma at school isn’t. She’s reaw mean.”
“Okay, but Milly is pretty.”
“Yeah, and I wike her butt.”
“Wiley West! You can’t say that. I thought we went through this already.”
After Marin covered up her snort, she crouched down and grabbed one of his little hands. “Wiley, you know how sometimes in school kids say things that can hurt other kids’ feelings?”
“Yeah. Gerard told Carowine the other day her shirt was ugwy.”
“That’s kind of what your daddy is trying to tell you. When you talk about Milly’s bottom, it sounds kind of bad.”
“But Aunt Marewin, I don’t mean for it to be bad.”
“I know that. But sometimes certain things don’t sound very nice, even when you don’t mean for them to. Does that make sense?”
“No.”
“What if somebody told you your nose was big, but only because they liked big noses?”
He immediately grabbed his nose, then started to laugh. “But my nose is wittle.”
Marin looked at me and said, “I give up.”
I bent down and picked up the wild man. “Look, buddy, it’s just one of those things you can’t say to someone, okay?”
“Okay. But I still wike it.”
“You’re in big trouble, Hudson,” Marin whispered.
“Don’t even tell me.” I could just picture it. Wiley was going to get into all kinds of trouble when he was in the third or fourth grade, telling girls he loved their big butts.
“Uncle Hudson, do you want to dance with Wiley and me?” My niece, Kinsley, skipped into the room, wearing her clicky shoes as she called them.
“No thanks, sugar doll, but I’ll watch if you want to dance for me.”
She grabbed Wiley’s hand and said, “Come on, dude, it’s showtime.”
Marin glanced at Wiley and the expression on his face was nothing like I’d ever seen.
“Noooooo. I don’t wanna do that no more,” he whined.
“But why not? You can be on TV someday,” Kinsley said. “Aaron wants to.”
Wiley’s look of horror had me nearly dying, but I felt so sorry for him, so I had to speak up. “Uh, Kinsley, I
think Wiley needs a dancing break. How about giving me a solo performance?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Just dance by yourself.”
She shrugged, and said, “Okay.”
Aaron, the youngest of the crew, ran around and kicked his legs out, only because he was a toddler and not because he was a step dancer. But nothing would convince Kinsley of that. She was of the mindset that he was going to be a dancer just like her and that he wanted to do it. She just knew they would grow up to be the famous West duo one day. Grey kept putting a ball in front of Aaron in the hopes he’d go after soccer as a sport. The way that kid constantly moved, it wouldn’t surprise me.
“Aren’t you going to tell me?” I asked Marin.
“What?”
“The date?”
“Ahh, yes! So, a limo will pick you two up. And then a helicopter ride over Manhattan. Dinner. And finally a night at the Carlyle.”
“Wow. But honestly, if we do a hotel, I’d rather stay in lower Manhattan or somewhere around the village. We both live on the upper east side so what’s the point in staying at the Carlyle?”
She aimed her index finger at me. “Good point. But I have my answer.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have no qualms about spending the night with her.” My sneaky sister-in-law wore a smug grin.
Fuck. My face heated. I should’ve just told Marin we screwed our brains out all night. “Why do you have to be so damn nosy?”
“I’m not. I’m only trying to see you happy. I really like her. That’s all.”
“Okay, Miss Matchmaker. We’re only friends, got it?”
“Friends are good. A lot can develop from a friendship.”
“Enough. I don’t want anything to develop.”
She leaned in close and whispered, “You’re only interested in a fuck buddy then.”
“Yep, that’s right.”
“Okay, Pearson.”
“What’re you two whispering about over there?” Grey asked as he entered the room.
“Oh, nothing,” the innocent matchmaker said.
“It’s more than nothing. She’s trying to get into my business with Milly.”
“Milly was great from what I could tell the little I talked to her.”
“Not you too?” I asked.
He held up his hands. “No, I was only saying. I liked her. She isn’t some … well never mind.”
“What?” I asked.
“She has a brain. That’s all.”
They were right. Milly was a lot of things and I liked every one of them. “I don’t want to get involved with anyone, and you know that.”
“Don’t you think it’s time?” Grey asked. “I remember someone coming in here and shaking some sense into me a while back.”
“That’s because you were acting like an idiot.”
He raised his brows.
I huffed. “I’m not … I only want … look, I just met the woman. Can you two give me a chance to get to know her a bit.”
“Fair enough,” Grey said. “But after you do, don’t be stupid and let her slip through your fingers. Women like her don’t come around that often.”
“Okay, and on that note, I’m heading over to Mom and Dad’s.”
Grey laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Be prepared to hear more of what I just said. Dad is head over heels for her.”
“Jesus. Maybe I should’ve brought her with me.”
“Nah, they would’ve had you two married off before you left,” Grey said.
Wiley and I went to my parents and Grey had been right. My dad was so over-the-top I finally told him to shut it down. “Dad, if you don’t quit talking about her, I’m going to think the two of you are having an affair.”
His expression was priceless. “Hudson, I can’t believe you said that.”
“Well, my God, it’s Milly this and Milly that. What can’t the woman do?”
“Okay, I get it. I’ll shut up.”
“Look, Dad, I like her too. But I want to get to know her better. She’s my neighbor so we’ll be seeing each other, but you have to know I won’t go into anything with two feet running. I’m anxious about any relationship and with Wiley, I need to be especially careful. I can’t have him getting involved with someone, only to have that relationship fail.”
“I understand. I just don’t want you to go through life alone, son,” he said.
“I don’t want that either, but I also don’t want a repeat of what happened before.”
Mom came into the den and wanted to know what we were up to.
“Male bonding,” I said.
“How wonderful,” she said sarcastically, because she was more perceptive than that. “Lunch is ready if you two will show your faces in the dining room. Wiley and I are starving. And Hudson, just for the record, you’re not going to find another Milly. She’s one in a million.”
What the hell was this? A conspiracy? If I didn’t know better, I would think Milly had spiked all their drinks last night.
“Mom, like I told Grey, Marin, and Dad. I like her, however, I’m not ready for a relationship yet.”
“Uh huh. I’ve heard that before. All I’m saying is don’t let that ship sail, or you’ll find yourself a very lonely old man.”
What else was new? I was already lonely. And getting older by the day.
Over dinner, we talked about the event and Dad was as happy as I’d ever seen him about one of these things. He wouldn’t shut up about how great of a job Milly did.
“I’m anxious to see what the total amount the event brought in this year versus last.”
“It’ll be an interesting comparison, I’m sure.”
“Her donations alone have made her worth the change, not to mention the increase in ticket sales.”
Mom even piped in saying, “I can’t believe how the guest list more than doubled.”
“I couldn’t tell because the Met is so large, but there were definitely more people this year than last.”
“Hudson, did you talk with Pearson much last night?” Mom asked.
“Not really.”
“We didn’t either. He sat with us for about fifteen minutes, then was off chasing women. I wish he’d settle down.”
I shrugged. The last thing I wanted was to get involved in this conversation. Pearson had told me things had improved so I had to believe him. I spoke with him at least once a day or every other day. There was something off, but the more I dug, the more he backed away. Since I didn’t want him to close himself off completely, I decided to back off and keep things neutral between us. I always made sure he could talk to me if he needed to.
“I know, Mom. But Pearson has always followed a different path from the rest of us. Maybe one day he’ll meet a woman who’ll change him.”
“He’s so jaded by all that divorce work he does,” she said.
“But that’s not all he does.”
“I know, but still.”
“Gammie, are you gonna come to my spring show at school?”
“I sure am.”
“Good cuz I’m a taw tree.”
“You are?”
“Yep. A mighty oak and I get to wear a acorn hat.”
“I know you’re going to be the best mighty oak there ever was.”
“Wanna see what I gotta do?”
“Yes, I do, but only after you finish your plate.”
“Okay. But, do I gotta eat aww the green beans?”
“Half of them. Can you do that for Gammie?”
“Okay.”
Wiley didn’t like green beans. Anything green was a struggle, except for salad. He’d eat that.
“Gammie, do I gotta eat that too?” He pointed to the asparagus on his plate.
“Wiley, you have to try everything. Give it your best. If you don’t like it, you only have to eat one,” I said.
“Okaaayyy.”
And then it happened. One tiny bite of a g
reen stalk. The clenched eyelids. The quivers and shudders. And then a quick grab for the glass of milk. Mom, Dad, and I shared a glance. This one was so fucking picky.
“No good, bud?”
“Eww.” More serious shudders this time. No way in hell this kid could fake something like that.
“I give you a capital E for effort,” Dad said.
“What’s that?” Wiley asked, after guzzling milk.
“It means you tried, and go easy on the milk, dude, or you won’t be able to finish Gammie’s chicken. And that’s your favorite along with those smashed potatoes over there,” I said.
“Gammie, can we not have those green sticks no more?”
“Any more. And no, we’ll have them, but I won’t give any to you.”
“Daddy, did my mommy wike those green sticks?”
A heavy silence that flooded the room strangled me. My hand immediately went to my neck, because I couldn’t breathe.
“Hudson?” Mom prodded softly as Wiley stared at me.
Those were the longest thirty seconds of my life, trying to figure out how I was going to inhale. When I finally did, my next move was trying to decide what to say to my five-year-old son. Thank God for my mom.
“What makes you ask that Wiley?” Mom asked.
“I dunno. We never ate ‘em before now. Maybe she wiked ‘em more than she wiked me.”
Dear God, help me. A hand curled around my heart, squeezing it until it couldn’t beat. Guilt choked me. Was I doing everything I could for him? My chair scraped the floor as I stood and walked over to where my son sat. My voice cracked, along with my heart, as I picked him up out of his seat and said, “Wiley.” I couldn’t get any more words out because tears streamed down my cheeks. He took his tiny fingers and swiped them away.
“Don’t cry, Daddy. I know you wike me.”
What did I ever do to deserve such a miracle as him?
I swallowed. “Wiley, I love you. Very, very much. I will always love you. There aren’t enough ways for me to tell you or show you. I don’t think you understand this.”
He patted my cheeks. “Does this mean I don’t gotta eat my green beans?”
“Not a chance.” I kissed him and hugged the shit out of the little guy. “You know, you can talk about her whenever you want.”
He only shrugged and said, “Uh huh. Can I eat now?”
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