42
MADELINE
Hudson dimmed the lights and told Colton to lay facedown on the bed, and the second he pulled the massage oil from my bedside table, my p***y pulsed at emptiness.
I sat on the chair he usually perched on to watch, my lower lip between my teeth.
It had been years since I’d gotten to enjoy Hudson oiling a masculine body from neck to toe, turning them into a human slip and slide. Peter had hated the mess, but for me, nothing got me hotter than seeing his forearms flex, those thick fingers of his digging into muscle, and the resulting groans of the men he worked over.
Coiled tight, I attempted to slow my breathing.
Hudson never disappointed, and with how needy Colton was for his touch, I expected not coming while drooling over them together would be a fight.
I whimpered as H
