One Love, Davenport, Fiona [most inspirational books of all time TXT] 📗

happy, baby. I love the strong woman you are and admire the fuck out of you for wanting to make your own place before we start the next chapter of our lives.”

“You don’t want to get married and have a baby right now?” she asked softly.

Fuck, yes! But what I said was, “Stop worrying about me and everybody else but you, Gracie. When you feel the time is right, I’ll drag your gorgeous ass to the altar and put enough babies in you to fill a mansion in the Hamptons,” I teased with a wink. To my surprise, she barely smiled in response. What the fuck is going on?

“When the time is right?” Her tone was small and quiet, almost...fragile. She’d been a little more emotional than usual, and I didn’t know how I could really reassure her.

I kissed her nose, then her lips. “In four years, you’ll be done with your bachelors, I’ll be nearly done with my second PhD, and we’ll have enough money set aside from me working for your dad to buy our own place. It’ll be perfect.”

Smoothly, I flipped us over so she was lying on her back beneath me again and I gently slid inside her. “That gives us plenty of time to perfect this baby making process,” I tried to joke, but her muscles spasmed and I ended with a deep groan as I drove deep into her hot, wet pussy.

“Hudson,” she moaned as her back arched, thrusting her big, ripe tits into my face. They’d grown a little recently, her waist and thighs had thickened just a touch too. It was sexy as fuck and even having her at my fingertips all the time, now that we were finally living together, my rabid need for her hadn’t cooled. It had only grown.

I licked each taut bud as I lazily stroked in and out of her center, taking my time and reveling in the feel of her body melded with mine. “I love you, Gracie,” I whispered. “Always.”

“Promise?”

I paused and met her cloudy, blue gaze. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my love for you, Grace?”

She shook her head and shrugged, a tiny smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “I just like confirmation sometimes.”

“You’re such a girl,” I mumbled as I began to move again, increasing my speed.

“You’re such a boy,” she panted with a breathy laugh.

I growled. “I’m a fucking man, baby. Now open your legs wide and tilt that pussy while I prove it.”

6 Hudson

“Hudson! Yes! Yes!” Gracie’s cries rang in my ears as she exploded on my tongue. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I greedily drank them down, sucking and licking up every single drop. When her hips attempted to retreat, I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print on it the rest of the day.

“I’m still hungry. I’ll tell you when I’m done, baby,” I snapped before going back to my breakfast. I had her bent over the bed and was eating her from behind like I’d done every morning for the past few weeks. For some reason, I’d become even more obsessed with her taste than usual. It was as if her juices had become even sweeter, and when I woke up each day, I was beyond starving.

I ate voraciously and tipped her over the edge once more, filling my belly to capacity so I could make it until the end of the day and my bedtime snack.

Finally, I finished licking her clean and popped a kiss on her bare mound before smoothly rising to my feet. Scooping her into my arms, I covered her mouth with my own and fed her some of her own exquisiteness. Then I placed her back on the mattress, pulled the covers up around shoulders, and kissed her forehead. “Love you, Gracie.”

She mumbled her love in return as she snuggled in and fell back asleep. I smiled and mentally whistled all the way to the shower. Spending every morning like this for the rest of our lives would definitely not be a hardship.

Although, I still suspected something weighed on Gracie’s mind. Waiting for her to open up to me about it was driving me crazy, and I’d used up my patience. We’d be having a chat about it tonight.

* * *

“Kendall,” I grunted, answering my desk phone after the first ring.

“You need to go home.”

I frowned and glanced at the caller ID. “London?”

“Yeah.”

“Hello to you, too,” I drawled.

“Seriously. I’m running an errand for Grace, and you need to be there when I get back.”

“Is Gracie okay?” My heart sped up as panic began to rise in my throat.

“Yes. Just…”

“What the fuck is going on, London?”

“It’s just...I promised her I wouldn’t tell you.”

A growl rumbled in my chest, and London sighed. “Be grateful I called and warned you at all, Hudson. I’m breaking the girl code here, dude.”

I bit back a retort because she was right. She was doing me a favor while trying not to betray Grace. “Thanks,” I grunted.

After hanging up, I backed up my work in the skiff room and locked up my equipment before grabbing a cab back to the townhouse.

“Gracie?” I called as I shut the front door behind me.

“Den!” she shouted from a room near the back of the building.

I walked in to find her sprawled on the couch, reading a textbook.

“Hey, baby,” I greeted her softly as I walked over, then bent and brushed a kiss over her mouth.

“Um, hi.” Her tone was bright but sounded strained. Though she tried to hide it, I spotted the wariness in her gaze.

“Gracie.” I narrowed my eyes and grasped her chin. “What—”

“I got it!” London’s shout came from the front of the house right before the door slammed shut.

Gracie stiffened for a beat but quickly relaxed and planted a kiss on my lips that was meant to distract, and almost did…

“I need to help London with something,” she murmured after pulling back an inch. “Girl stuff.”

Before any blood managed