delicious smell of waffles drifted through the air. "Mmm," I groaned, reaching my arms
above my head, stretching my stiff muscles. Placing my feet on the hardwood
floor, I flexed my toes, cringing from the cold sensation that nipped at the
soles of my feet. My legs lifted back up on reflex. I reached over to the
drawer next to the bed and grabbed a pair of wool socks. When I looked down and
realized I was wearing socks with panties and nothing else, I felt silly. I
chuckled softly at myself.
favorite t-shirt was sitting within reach.
It was a black, Five Finger Death Punch, t-shirt that he had obtained at
the only concert of theirs he’d attended. They were his favorite band, and more
like an obsession than anything else. It hung loosely on my body, covering me
to my knees. My long auburn hair was hopeless at the moment. Bed-head? Definitely.
and I had only met a few weeks ago; we had spent most of our time in bed since.
I twirled my hair into a bun and stuck a pen in it to keep it slightly
contained. I checked my face in the bathroom mirror. My hazel eyes were shot
with red lines from lack of sleep. Underneath my lashes, my skin was streaked where
my eyeliner had run from sweating so much.
"Waterproof, my ass," I mumbled, as I cleaned my face. I
criticized my reflection, "Gracie Walker, you're a hot mess. It's a wonder
someone as hot as Hudson James wants you."
bedroom door creaked as I opened it, stopping to let the smell of syrup assault
my senses. Hudson James was fantastic at everything, and I mean everything. I grinned at the memory of
our night spent together.
tan muscular back was the first thing I saw when I stepped into the kitchen. He had a large dragon tattoo over his
left shoulder that screamed 'bad boy'. His dark blonde hair was shaggy and I
loved nothing more than running my
fingers through it. I propped myself against the door frame, staring at him as
he worked on waffles. He was softly singing to himself a song by, who else,
Five Finger Death Punch.
boxer briefs made his ass look so delicious; I just wanted to take a bite out
of it. The beads of sweat running down his back made me suck my bottom lip
between my teeth. My heart sped up and my excitement heightened, as I watched
him. Unconsciously, I let out a low
moan. The noise alerted him to my presence.
smiled as he licked his lips. He turned the oven off and said, "Good
morning, hot stuff." Sauntering over, he placed his hand on my hip, moving
my shirt up. His lips slowly met mine as he began to tease me with his tongue
and while one hand worked its way down my body to press against my core. His
erection pressed firmly against my belly. His other hand snaked up inside my
shirt, cupping my breast. Hudson removed his hand from fondling me, only long
enough to slide my panties to the floor.
lifted me effortlessly and set me down on the table. I laid back as he
clambered up on the table with me, moving up until we were face to face. He groaned, "Gracie, girl you make me crazy,"
right as he plunged into my moist depths.
I moaned again as he began to move, slow at first, then faster as I held
on to the edges of the table for support.
He thrust one final time as we both came, shuddering together. He lifted himself up and
away from me as I turned to face him and licked my lips.
casually picked my panties up off the floor and tossed them at me.
smirked. "I need to finish breakfast now."
smiled, "Sorry didn’t mean to distract you."
grabbed a handful of my hair that had slipped from the bun, and gently pulled
me in for a kiss, which caused the spot between my legs to ache for him again
apologize for what you just did there. And you look so sexy in my
and I met at a club a few weeks ago where we were both hanging out with
friends. I had just broken up with a
jerk, it seemed that all I ever dated were jerks. I had never had a really
romantic relationship, like the ones you saw in movies. I had begun to think
those relationships didn’t exist, but this one seemed like it might be
was standing across the club and our eyes met.
He strolled over to me and used a cheesy pick up line to get my
attention. "Hi, my name is Milk. I'll do your body good."
response was beer coming out of my nose from laughter.
Apparently, that was a turn on for him. Two hours later, we were in my car
making out, his hand was up my shirt and he was quickly on his way to second
that night, I had practically been living at his place. I had my own house, but
we hadn’t kept our hands off of each other long enough for me to go home.
Hudson pulled me from my thoughts when he brought a plate of waffles to the
table. I slathered butter and syrup on
them and began shoving forkfuls into my mouth.
He laughed heartily, "Damn, Gracie.
smiled, my mouthed stuffed with food, and said “Sorry, I worked up an
chuckled and said, " As long as you don’t get fat, eat as much as you
that was the first crude thing he'd said to me. The thing was, I used to be
overweight and hated my body. His words
made me put the fork down and wipe my mouth. "That was rude," I said.
snickered, "What? I like your body the way it is. That's a bad thing?"
scoffed, "Next time, say it a little nicer."
shrugged it off as no big deal.
song "Whip it" interrupted the moment. I reached for my phone, but Hudson grabbed it
first. He glanced at the name.
snatched the phone from him. "That's Cameron." I answered before he could say anything else,
"Hey Cam, what's up babe?" I
giggled and Hudson's jaw clenched.
Strolling out of the room, I plopped myself down on his couch, and
continued my conversation with Cam, ignoring the glares I was getting.
thirty minutes of torturing Hudson, I got off the phone. "I'm going to go
grab a shower," I said, as I moved toward the bedroom. He grabbed my arm, yanking me back to him.
"Ouch, let go of me."
released me and said, "Sorry, didn’t mean to pull so hard. Who's Cameron?"
my hands on my hips, I said, "My best friend."
sighed with relief. "So it's a chick?"
shook my head. "No, he's a guy. We've been friends since we were kids.
What's the big deal?"
big deal is I don’t like you talking to other guys like you just did," he
said, with a note of anger in his tone.
laughed, "Are you jealous? After
what we just did, you think you have something to worry about? That’s too
grabbed my hand when I went to pat his cheek.
He twisted my wrist roughly and I cringed in pain as he laughed.
"Not so cute now, is it. Get a shower and we'll talk about this when you
get out." He shoved me toward the door and walked away. What the hell was
the first time, Hudson's behavior scared me, slightly. He didn't normally act so erratic. I'd only known him a few weeks; he'd always
been pretty charming though. I was to
blame for how he reacted, I should have explained who Cameron was instead of
trying to egg him on.
Cameron and I had been
friends since we were five. We met in kindergarten and hit it off right away. We used to get into
trouble for talking during nap time. One time, we got in trouble because we
shared a mat. He told the teacher that he had to protect me because I didn’t
have a daddy. The teacher thought it was sweet, but still separated us.
In grade school, there was
rarely a moment you didn’t find us together. My mom let him sleep over every
weekend until we were twelve and then worried about puberty and inappropriate
things. Cameron ‘came out’ to me when we were in high school. By then, I was
totally in love with him. What girl didn't fall in love with her best guy
It crushed me that he
wouldn’t ever return my feelings, but I never felt any different about
him. Deep down, I always knew he was gay
and I was sure he knew it too. I felt honored that I was the first person he
had trusted to tell. He had it rough though. His parents were supportive and
encouraged him to not be afraid to be himself. The encouragement was great for
family life, but when he came out at school, he was bullied by a lot of girls
We had a close group of
friends, and we did our best to protect him from the bullies. Unfortunately,
there were a few times that the bullies got the best of him. He had taken more
than one beating during our high school years. Once we got into college, things
got a little better for him. We took
turns between the gay bars and the straight bars each weekend so that everyone
felt included in our group.
I stepped out of the shower, Hudson was standing there in the room staring at
me. I grabbed a towel and covered myself.
the hell?" I exclaimed, as I secured the towel around my body, tucking the
end into the top to tighten it.
laughed, "Nothing I haven’t seen before.
I wanted to finish our talk."
backed away from him with my hands in the air. "A little privacy would be
nice. Look, there is no reason to worry about Cam. There is nothing going on with us."
hand shot forward and I flinched back.
looked upset at my recoil. Gently, he placed his hand on my cheek and said,
"Did you think I was going to hit you? I'd never hurt you,
rolled my eyes. "You just did, a few minutes ago." I held up my wrist to show him the bruise
that was beginning to form.
eyes became sad; he took hold of my wrist and kissed the bruise softly.
"I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I've had a rough week and I
shouldn't take that out on you. I'm sorry, baby"
stepped closer and pushed my hair back off my shoulders. His mouth lightly kissed my shoulder, and
then moved to my neck. He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, "You make me so crazy,
Gracie. How do you make me so crazy?"
hand moved to loosen the towel and I let it fall from my body. After we spent
several hours exploring each other again, I decided I had to make an appearance
I see you tonight?" he asked, as I
stood at the door.
shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see." I winked at him and when I turned, he
smacked my bottom. I glanced back at him and he was staring at me as I walked
away. Hudson James, even his name oozed sexiness and he was into me, Gracie
Walker. I'd never believed I could land a guy so dreamy.