From Ice to Flames

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by Hargrove, A. M.


  And then it happened. I got a text from Grey.

  Do I need to be concerned about my wife getting dick pics from you?

  Jesus, this was not good.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Milly

  I had just changed into some leggings and a T-shirt and walked to the kitchen to grab some ice water. That’s when I saw them. The leash, along with those ridiculous poop bags and my heart slammed into my ribs. If it hadn’t been for that big lug of a dog, I would never be this close to Hudson. I should feel guilty about it, but I didn’t. My doorbell rang, and I knew who it was.

  Hudson stood there, and his expression instantly changed from one of humor to concern.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “It’s stupid, really.”

  I was in his arms as he massaged my back.

  “Tell me.”

  “I feel so happy but I shouldn’t because my dog is suffering in the hospital. And then I think I should feel guilty about feeling happy, but I don’t.”

  “You shouldn’t feel guilty and you should be happy. He’s going to be fine and won’t remember any of it. Be thankful, and happy, but not guilty.” He was still rubbing my back and it was soothing.

  “Now I’m going to cheer you up. Remember that pic you never got? Check this out.”

  He showed me the photo, along with the texts from his brother and sister-in-law.

  I bent over, laughing. “Oh, God. That’s hilarious.”

  “I’m glad you think so. My brother thinks I’m a pervert hitting on his wife.”

  I slapped his arm. “He does not. He thinks you’re a pervert hitting on someone else.” Then I covered my mouth and howled. “Oh, God, I can only imagine what Marin thought.”

  “I can’t. It’s overly creepy. Thank God I didn’t send what I had initially thought of doing.”

  “What was that?”

  “Do you honestly want to know?”

  “Well sure.”

  He waggled his brows and I died. Literally died. “Holy hell, Hudson. She would’ve had a pic of your peen.”

  “My peen?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You seriously called it a peen?”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “You just emasculated my manhood. I don’t own a peen.”

  “What do you call it then?” I asked, my tongue poking my cheek.

  With the most serious expression I’d ever seen him wear, he said, “Brutus.”

  “Bru—hahahaha.” I fell backward on the couch, arms wrapped around my ribs.

  “You find that funny?”

  I held up a hand because I couldn’t speak. Then he started tickling me. It turned into a wrestling match, which, of course, he won. In the end, he was kissing me, feverishly … passionately. My body was on fire, every burning inch of it.

  “Fuck me. Now, Hudson.” I grabbed the tie on the scrubs he still wore from work. His erection strained against the fabric and we both were frantic to get rid of our clothes. As I pulled his pants lower, his cock sprang free and I wrapped my hand around it.

  “Maybe it is Brutus after all.”

  He scraped his lower lip between his teeth as I slid my hand up and down over his length. Then his fingers invaded my slit.

  “Fuck, Milly. I can’t stand it.”

  The blunt head of his cock pushed inside, and he nudged all the way in until he was fully seated. I was seated on the couch, and he was on the floor, kneeling between my thighs. My breath came in rough pants as though I were running, but with each thrust, he pushed the air out of my lungs.

  “More,” I begged.

  “Like this?” And he’d thrust again, harder and deeper.

  “Yes.”

  Then he took his thumb and index finger and pinched my clit until I practically screamed. I was so sensitive that it didn’t take much to drive me into my orgasm. He followed, and I felt him spill into me. I watched the glistening length of his cock as he pulled free, leaning back on his heels.

  “That was intense,” he said.

  “Brutal.”

  He grinned, then reached down to rub my pussy. I flinched. “Too much?” he asked.

  “Just sensitive.”

  He dropped his head between my legs and licked. My clit responded instantly and within a couple of minutes, I came again, nearly yanking out his hair.

  His fingers were inside of me when he said, “I love to feel you when you come. The way your muscles squeeze me.”

  “I love to feel it when I come too.”

  Leaning forward, he kissed me, and I tasted a mixture of salt and musk. I’d never had a man do that before.

  When he pulled away, he said, “I didn’t come here for this.”

  “If you recall, I initiated it.”

  “I do. I’m glad you did. And I hate to run, but Wiley …”

  “No, go.”

  He stood and went to the bathroom. When he came out, I had dressed, and he’d hitched his scrubs back up. It was a good thing, or I would’ve wanted another round.

  “Thanks for taking my mind off being guilty over Dick and putting it on another dick instead.”

  “Glad I could be of service, ma’am. I was actually coming here to invite you to eat dinner with us.”

  “Oh, that’s so sweet. Are you cooking?”

  “I am.”

  “Give me a few and I’ll be there.”

  I wanted to give him some time with Wiley before I went over. When I rang the bell, Wiley answered with Hudson behind him, and gave my thighs a hug.

  “Hi, Miwwy. I’m gwad Big Dick’s getting better.”

  “Thank you, Wiley.”

  He took my hand and walked me inside. Hudson went back to the kitchen where I figured he was cooking. He hollered, “Make yourself at home. Can I get you a glass of wine?”

  “That would be great, but I can get it.” I entered the cubed-sized kitchen, as most were in Manhattan, and he handed me the glass.

  “Come on, Miwwy, wet’s watch TV.”

  Hudson chuckled and said, “Your buddy is calling.”

  “He is. I’d better go.” I joined Wiley in the living room and we watched some movie he had on, only he talked the entire time about school.

  “My teacher’s name is Miss Wiwwiams and she’s real nice. She wikes us to be good. If we’re good, we get stickers. I got wots of stickers.”

  “That’s awesome. You’re super Wiley.”

  “I am?”

  “Yeah, because you have lots of stickers.”

  “Cassidy has wots of stickers too.”

  “Is that your girlfriend?”

  “No. Maybe. We have pwaydates together. I wike her. She’s purdy.”

  Then he told me about all the other girls in his class, what color their hair was and if they were pretty. When he got to Nora, he said her hair was purple like mine. I almost died laughing.

  “Purple?”

  “Uh huh. I wike it, but Nora isn’t fun. She doesn’t wike to run. She has a doll.”

  Flimsy came up to me and put her head in my lap.

  “You should take Fwimsy home with you. For company until Big Dick comes back. She wikes to sweep in the bed, but Daddy doesn’t wet her onwy I sneak her sometimes. But don’t tell him.”

  “Don’t tell me what, wild man?”

  “Nuthin’.” Wiley looked at me and put his finger over his lips. I nodded.

  “Dinner’s ready you two,” Hudson said.

  We sat at the dining room table where Hudson served up spaghetti, meatballs, and salad.

  “Wow, I’m impressed. This looks and smells delicious.”

  “Yeah, Daddy, it wooks and smewws dewicious.”

  I clamped my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh. Wiley was adorable.

  “Thanks, you two.”

  “I didn’t know you were so handy in the kitchen,” I said.

  “Daddy makes aww kinds of things,” Wiley said. “But I don’t wike green stuff.”

  “Nothing gree
n, huh?”

  “No, the wild man isn’t a fan of green other than salads.”

  We devoured the spaghetti and meatballs and each of us cleaned our plates.

  “That was good, Daddy.”

  “You did a good job, dude. You know what that means, right?”

  “Ice cream!” Wiley yelled.

  “That’s right.” Hudson looked at me and asked, “Would you care for some?”

  “Of course. Who in their right mind would turn down ice cream? But I want to help you clean up.”

  I collected the dishes off the table and carried them to the kitchen where he was already fixing the bowls of ice cream.

  “Coffee?” he asked.

  “I’ll pass, but thanks.”

  I was quick in placing the dishes in the dishwasher. By the time I finished, he had the ice cream waiting on us.

  On the table sat our bowls of vanilla but there was also chocolate syrup and whipped cream waiting for us.

  “This is a real treat.”

  “Yeah, but you have to do it right.”

  “Daddy, you gonna do it to Miwwy too?”

  “I am.”

  “Do what?” I asked.

  “Watch.” He covered Wiley’s ice cream with the chocolate and then asked, “You ready for the whipped cream, buddy?”

  “Yep,” Wiley said.

  Hudson aimed the can over Wiley’s mouth and filled it up with the white stuff as Wiley giggled the entire time. It was hilarious.

  “Close your mouth, dude.” Wiley was so tickled and we all laughed right along with him.

  Then Hudson looked at me and said, “Your turn.”

  “Oh, I can’t.”

  “You gotta, Miwwy.”

  With eyes so like his father’s, I couldn’t say no. “Okay, give me your best shot.” And he did. Wiley was cracking up, along with his dad. My cheeks bulged with the stuff, but it was way too tasty.

  “Daddy, it’s your turn.”

  I took the can from Hudson and filled his mouth up. It was hilarious, and suddenly, he grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap, and kissed me. Wiley clapped his hands and yelled, “Her face is messy, Daddy.”

  I was so surprised by his move, I only stared at him. It was unexpected since Wiley sat there with us. Hudson didn’t say a word. He dabbed the white cream off my chin and cheeks, and then said, “Your ice cream is melting,” in a husky voice. My legs shook as I walked back to my chair. I lifted the cold ice cream into my hot mouth and I still felt the burning heat of his mouth on my lips. It remained there for the rest of the night.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Hudson

  Wiley and I knocked on Milly’s door at seven. The ride to my parents was going to be interesting. We had to stop at the clinic to pick up Dick, and then head on out.

  She opened her door and had a small bag, enough for the weekend, and wore a big smile.

  “You ready, Miwwy?” Wiley asked. “Gammie’s house is fun cuz she has wots of cookies and stuff.”

  “I love cookies. Where are the dogs?”

  “I had one of the girls from the clinic take them for the weekend. I thought it would be easier with just Dick.”

  “Good idea. Well, let’s go. I’m eager to see the big guy.”

  Wiley stuck out his hand, but this time it was for Milly and not me. He’d never done that with anyone, other than Carly, while I was with him and it was a bit strange, but I could see the bond he’d formed with her. They walked ahead of me to the parking garage and he jabbered on and on about his day at school. Milly asked him all kinds of questions about what he’d learned, and he filled her in on everything.

  We got to the car and Milly wanted to know how we were going to haul Dick.

  “I have a large crate and he’ll fit in the back.” I drove a Chevy Suburban for this very reason. I found myself transporting large dogs, sometimes three and four at a time from the animal shelters when I did surgeries for them. It was a problem early on and I recognized the need for a large vehicle for transport.

  I parked in the back and loaded the large crate first, and afterward I attached the ramp to the back that would make it easy for Dick to walk up. He was really sore right now and moving slowly. Next, I went back inside and got everything I thought he’d need for the foreseeable future—bandages, medication, and his special food I’d put him on. Finally, we all went in and brought him out together. He wagged his tail and was happy to see us. While he wasn’t eager to walk up the ramp—it was a bit narrow and he didn’t exactly want to go into another crate—we finally coaxed him inside with the promise of a nice bone.

  Milly talked to him the whole time, patting his head and encouraging him. When he was settled, I closed the crate door and the back car door.

  “Let’s go, people. Gammie and Bebop await.”

  “Yeah,” Wiley yelled from his booster seat in the back.

  An hour later, because of traffic, we pulled into my parents’ driveway and they both greeted us. Dad was smiling as he opened Milly’s door, but Mom acted like I brought home my new wife. She was giddy.

  “Oh, Milly, we are so happy Hudson finally brought you home to us,” Mom said.

  “Mrs. West, I can’t thank you enough for helping out with Dick.”

  “Honey, you must call me Paige. And don’t even think about it. Rick and I adore dogs, even big ones. Hudson told us what happened and I can’t imagine how worried you must’ve been.”

  “It was awful. But I don’t know what I would do without your help.”

  Mom waved her hand like she was swatting a mosquito. Oh, yeah, she was all over Milly. This was big trouble. She’d be planning a wedding by next week.

  “Milly, let me take your bag,” Dad said.

  “Oh, thank you.”

  “Hudson, why don’t you get the dog settled and we’ll eat then,” Mom said.

  “That sounds great. Thanks, Mom.”

  “Gammie, you didn’t make that green stuff, did you?” Wiley asked.

  “No, sweetie, we’re having pizza tonight. Bebop already picked it up and it’s waiting for us in the oven.”

  “Yay, we get pizza,” Wiley yelled as he ran circles around us.

  I took care of getting Dick out of the car, walking him in the back, and then carrying in his crate and supplies. I’d also brought an orthopedic bed for him and set him up in the kitchen.

  “Mom, I know how soft-hearted you are with animals, but he needs to be immobile which means crated. Okay?”

  “Hudson, I promise not to break any rules.”

  “Thanks, Mom, because he needs to heal. He almost died on me. I don’t want to risk anything, so I’ll give you his schedule of walking, but you have to stick to it.”

  “Yes, doctor.” Mom laughed.

  “Paige, you’re a godsend,” Milly said.

  Mom acted like a peacock. Good lord, this weekend was going to last a year.

  After dinner, Milly and I walked Dick again, but only for a few minutes. Mom came outside with us. Their yard was huge, so Dick had plenty of room to run, though I doubted he’d feel like running for quite some time. When we came inside, it was bedtime for Wiley.

  “Do I gotta have a bath?” he asked.

  “I’m going to give you a pass tonight, wild man. But you’ll have to take one tomorrow. Deal?”

  “Deal.” And he bumped fists with me. “Can I kiss Miwwy goodnight?”

  “Sure thing.”

  He ran up to her and hugged her thighs. “I wanna kiss you night.” She bent down so he could hug her and God help me, my heart clenched so hard in my chest I couldn’t breathe. What the fuck? The sight of them holding each other was almost too much for a man to take.

  Mom didn’t miss it. She gave me that I knew it look. Now I’d really never hear the end of it.

  The rest of the weekend was spent with me trying to avoid Mom’s questions on when the wedding was going to take place. At one point, I was practically yelling at her saying an engagement had to occur first, when Milly wa
lked into the room. It was obvious she’d interrupted something, and the situation was so awkward we all just stood there staring at each other. Finally, she said, “Sorry. I’ll just check on Dick.” Then she scurried out of the room.

  “Mom. Enough with the wedding questions. This is over the top already.”

  “She’s a wonderful girl, Hudson. If you don’t grab her up, some other lucky bastard will and you’ll be left in the cold with a son who doesn’t have a mother.”

  “Jesus, Mom. How do you even know she’s interested in me that way?”

  “Have you ever bothered to ask?”

  “We only met a couple of months ago.”

  “Then snap to it, young man. Time’s a wasting.” She marched out of the room mumbling something about how the youth these days were plain stupid. It was one thing to have your mom try to be a matchmaker, but it was another thing for her to call you stupid. Damn.

  I walked out back to look for Milly. She was there with Dick looking quite lost.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  “Does your mom like me?”

  “Seriously? She’s ready to trade me in for you.”

  Her brow creased as she stared. “But I thought I interrupted you two arguing about me.”

  “Oh, you did that all right.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “No, I don’t suppose you do.”

  She kept staring at me with those gorgeous golden eyes, so I went on. “My mom seems to think we should get married.”

  When she gaped like a fish, I continued. “Oh, yes. She adores you so much, she wants you as her daughter-in-law. I did my best to explain that we’ve recently met and are getting to know one another, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy her. Now she believes I’m stupid.”

  Milly’s mouth opened, then closed. Suddenly, she let out a hearty laugh. Had we been inside, it would’ve shaken the walls.

  “Oh, my God. She really called you stupid?”

  “She certainly did. She told me to ’Snap to it. Time’s a wasting.’”

  When I finished that line, Milly laughed even harder.

  “Yep, that’s my mother. She’ll have the wedding invitations picked out by next week. And don’t worry, they’ll be tasteful, and your parents’ names will be on them.”

 

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