Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,80
all?” he asks, flopping down on the bed and stretching out like a lazy cat. His shirt rides up, showing off his flat stomach, a dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistline of his jeans, a relaxed smile on his kiss swollen lips.
“Hm?”
“In the elevator, you said first of all you wanted to kiss me,” he reminds me. “So, there should be a second of all, right?”
“You distracted me.” I crawl onto the bed, stretching out on my stomach next to him, propping my head on one of my arms, and reaching for him with the other. I drag my index finger along his happy trail, and he giggles—straight up fucking giggles. It’s probably the cutest sound I’ve heard in my life, and I can’t help but kiss him again, climbing on top to straddle him.
Hudson laughs against my lips and squirms under me without trying to get away. He slides his tongue against mine, slipping his hands under my shirt and running them along my back, sending a shiver along my spine.
I grind my cock against his through our jeans, groaning into his mouth. He kisses me back harder, arching under me and digging his fingers into my skin.
“And second of all,” I say, pulling back from the kiss and enjoying the dazed look on his face.
“What?”
I chuckle and roll off of him. “There’s no wrong way to do this, unless one of us is unhappy or is violating boundaries laid out by someone in the polycule.”
“Polycule?”
“There’s your word for the day,” I tease. “It just means a relationship group basically. But my point is, if you feel jealous, that doesn’t mean you’re doing polyamory wrong, it means there might be things that need to be discussed so you can feel more secure. If you were wondering, it’s my general preference to have relationships rather than one night stands or hookups.”
“You hooked up with Bishop,” he points out.
I smile at the memory of that first night with Bishop. When I propositioned him at the bar, of course I had hoped there was relationship potential there, but I couldn’t have imagined how amazingly full he would make my life. My heart swells, and I bury my face in my hands to hide the dopey smile I can’t fight.
“That was an exception to my rule,” I admit. “And I’m fucking glad it was.”
“Me too,” Hudson agrees, reaching over and absently dragging his fingers along my arm. “So, if I wasn’t here, would you have hooked up with that guy?”
“I doubt it. I also have a personal policy when I’m in relationships to let my partners know if I’m interested in pursuing anyone else. I don’t necessarily expect that in return, but I think it can help, especially when relationships are so new like all of ours are.”
“That makes sense,” he says. “And thank you, I feel a lot better knowing that.”
“No problem. I’m glad you told me how you were feeling, because communication is the most important thing in a poly relationship. Everyone gets jealous; you don’t ever have to feel bad about that.”
“You don’t seem like the jealous type,” Hudson says, rolling onto his side to face me, propping his head on the crook of his elbow. I reach over and run my fingers through his hair, just because I can, and press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.
“I feel a little jealous that Bishop, Leo, and you have so much history together,” I confess.
“You do?”
“Yes. But then I try to remind myself that the connection I’m building with each of you is something new and special and exciting, and I don’t have to compete with the past.”
Hudson sighs and smiles, scooting closer and hooking one leg around mine. “I love the way you see things. It’s so much different than anyone else I’ve met. It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I flip onto my side to face him, and his stomach growls loudly. “I guess that means we should go find something to eat.”
He laughs. “Guess we’d better.”
“After that I have to meet with the assistant my publisher sent and get my event schedule and everything.”
“I still can’t believe I’m here with a famous author.”
I roll my eyes. “When one of my books get optioned for a movie, then I’m famous,” I argue.
“Psh, whatever.”
“Good comeback,” I joke, and he reaches over to shove my shoulder.
We tussle and kiss a little more and then finally get out of bed to go find lunch.