EroticReverie

Sydney Snow

I'm twenty two...and four years ago at eighteen, I'd met twenty four year old Hudson Holliday, who was now twenty eight...and apparently divorced after the marriage he'd gotten into DIRECTLY after breaking my eighteen year old heart. Serves him fucking right, I hoped he was fucking miserable. 

We'd dated for two months. Yes. I know it's not that long. But god damn, I fell so fucking hard for him. We met through one of my other friends, who was friends with his younger brother Heath. Heath was closer to my age and we hung out in the same circle of people. I'd gone to their house for Heath's birthday and there he was...the cooler older brother, monitoring a bunch of underage teenagers getting wasted in their parents home. 

I hadn't been drinking that night...and had given my very first kiss...to Hudson Holliday. Yep, I was bit behind everyone else my age. While they were screwing and going through condoms and plan B left and right. I hadn't even had my first kiss until that night. It's not that boys hadn't tried to kiss me, or tried to date me, but I just never liked anyone enough to. I wasnt saving myself or anything...I just....or maybe I had been saving myself. I sigh as we walk up to the house. 

Hopefully I wouldnt even seen him. Hopefully this giant as house, cabin, mansion, ski lodge was too damn big for me to see him at all this week. Plus I'd be watching his brothers kids, Hudson didnt have kids, even though he was the oldest. I knew that from my "stalking" of his social accounts. 

We dated for two months, we spent nearly everyday of those two months together, till he broke it to me that he was moving for his job. He didn't want long distance, and neither did I. I was eighteen. He was twenty four. If I'd been a little older, maybe he'd have asked me to come with him. Don't be stupid, I tell myself. You were a fling, a little fun for him before he left. I'd been close to giving that man my fucking virginity, and then he springs it on me that he's leaving. fucking, ouch. I pretended like it was no big deal, but it was. Because Hudson Holliday, had been perfect. I told him I was a virgin, and he never pressured me to do anything. Our make out sessions? All started by me. Our heavy petting, dry humping sessions, that now that I think about, seem so embarrasing, we're all started by me. The horny little cock tease virgin. That's probably why he didn't care to ask me to come with him. I hadn't put out quick enough for him. Why would Hudson Holliday waste his time with a virging that wasn't giving him what he needed, when he could go and marry some woman directly after that probably gave him exactly what I hadnt been giving him. 

I grab my rolling suitcase from Jeeves and thank him with a smile as we stand there in the middle of a giant foyer. The ceiling high as the fucking sky, and climbing nearly three levels. Yep. Three levels. 

"Sydney?" A voice calls from the second level, my head turning and lifting. Heath. Hudson's brother. A large smile on his face and his child on his hip. Max, a cute little fucking two year old boy with the fattest little cheeks. His wife Yana, walks to the banister from the hall, Cora, their three year old girl, with the tightest little curls, on her mothers hip. Yana smiles. I've never met her , but I follow Heath on instagram and facebook, so I've seen her, and she's even more stunning in person. 

"I cant believe this!" Heath laughs and starts to carefully walk down the stairs towards me and Nikki.

"Nikki , you didn't tell me you were bringing Syd!" he says and then I realize, that Nikki must nanny for them regularly or something, because he was talking to her like she was his best friend. 

I was going to murder my best friend in her sleep tonight. She had some explaining to do. 

"Hey Heath" I say with a smile and he gives me a one arm hug. His wife does too. 

"Wow, I cant believe this...you look great!" he says with a smile and bounces Max on his hips. 

"This here is Max...this is Cora..." he says gesturing to his daughter. "You know Yana, i think , right?" he asks. 

"We've never met...but it's nice to meet you" I smile at her and she smiles. 

"Sorry, I think everyone knows her, because of how much I post pics of her." he says with a proud smile. 

"I did good right? My wife is hot." he says and I smile and Yana rolls her eyes and shakes her head. 

"You're such a fool." she says. 

"Fool for you baby" he looks at her and winks and she blushes, and it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. Heath was right, he did post a LOT of pics of Yana, and his kids. Heath was so proud of the little family he'd built, as he should be. 

"And this." he says and reaches over and touches her stomach. 

"Well we havent named this one yet." he says and I notice the baby bump.

"Oh wow, Congrats!" Nikki squeaks. 

"That's wonderful, congratulations." I smile warmly at the two of them.

"yeah, I'm pretty much like, a professional when it comes to making babies." HEath says and I laugh , so does Nikki. Yana shakes her head. 

"I think YANA is the professional, she's the one that carries them for nine months." Nikki says, and Heath just laughs. 

"Alright, alright, you got me there. She's amazing. She's fucking incredible." he says and gazes at his wife with so much fucking love that it's sickeningly sweet. 

"How are YOU doing Syd?" Heath says after he's done gazing at his wife and turns to me.

"I'm...good....great." I say with a smile and Nikki reaches out for Max, and Heath hands him off to her. 

"Beth had a family emergency..." Nikki explains of her co worker that had to bail last minute. "Syd here was nice enough to agree to save my ass and come with me....your kids are angels...but five against one?" 

Harlen, their other brother, was twenty seven. Less prominent on social media, but him and his husband had three kids they'd adopted together. 

"Where ARE the other ones? I miss them." Nikki says and she scrunches her nose at Max and then chucks his chin lightly and tickles underneath it making him laugh as he squirms in her arm on her hip. 

"Harlen and Steven will be here tomorrow along with our parents. It's just me and Yana and the kids right now." he says. "Then a few of our aunts and uncles, or grandfathers and grandmothers will be here Christmas Eve and Christmas. Those are really the only days we'll truly need you both." Heath says. 

No Hudson? God, it's a Christmas miracle. Maybe he was out of town , maybe his big boy job, in the big city, across the big country, and his big fucking heartbreaker self weren't coming. 

Hark the herald angels sing....and then....they fucking screech to a stop as I see movement from further back in the large open foyer that goes all the way to the back of the massive log mansion lodge, and rounding the corner into the main hall....is a man so fucking beautiful...I could fucking weep. God. Damn. My thighs shift, because yup, my pussy remembers exactly what that man is capable of doing to it without even touching me. 

Hudson Holliday, six foot five, dark black hair, just like his brothers, green eyes, just like his brothers....but his chiseld square jaw is a few degrees sharper than his brothers...his eyes...just a bit brighter green...his hair...which is usually slicked back in all his photos online....is a touseled, un moussed mess on top of his head, and a face of full, but very short facial hair that covers his jaw, over his upper lip and up to his sideburns, connecting to that full head of hair. Oh my fucking god. He's so beautiful, and my panties right now are proof that my pussy agrees and is still a really big fucking fan of Hudson Holliday. He's in a pair of red and black plaid flannel pajama bottoms, and a black long sleeved henly that fits his fucking arms and torso too fucking well, showcasing the muscles that are so much more priminent than they were in highschool, bigger, thicker. He's wearing reindeer slippers. I nearly fucking whimper. 

"Hey where is the-" he asks as he walks towards Heath and stops. And so does my heart, right along with my breathing. My nipples tighten as those green eyes land on me. Holy shit. Im going to die right here. I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe. 

Everyone is quiet , other than the kids, muttering and talking to their parents and Nikki. Thank god for my thick chunky red turtle neck sweater that hangs down below my ass over my black leggings. I shift my red fur lined boots against the floor. 

Hudson drops his hands slowly, lowering them to his side, cell phone in hand. 

"Sydney?" he asks, blinking once, then again. 

I should turn around and run. I shouldnt be here. God damnit Nikki! I make a mental note to make her midnight death tonight extra painful. 

"Ummm, wellllll..Heath, Yana...will you help me bring our bags to our rooms?" Nikki says.

"Huh?" Heath says. "Oh, oh yeah." 

"Forgot about that." Heath mutters to himself, clearly forgetting that I dated his brother for two months. 

Hudson's eyes flick to the side for a moment, watching them go, Heath taking our suit cases, Yana and Nikki following with the kids. And Jeeves already somewhere else in the house or back out in the car, who knows. 

I swallow as Hudson starts to move again, his hand lifting, setting his phone on the large wooden center table as he rounds it and comes right to me, slowly. 

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his eyes falling to my mouth, then up to my eyes and back down to my mouth, and down my body and then back up to my eyes. He's not mad, he's shocked maybe. 

"Nikki. She...she asked me to fill in for Beth. I...I didn't know Hudson. I wouldn't have come if I knew." I say, his brows pinching.

"Why not?" he asks and then my brows are the ones pinching. 

"because...we...you're my....ex?" I ask, questioning. Had we even labeled things? No. We hadnt. But I always considered him an ex. I'd always thought he was my boyfriend. I never asked him what we were, because i didnt need to label it. I'd felt like his. He felt like mine. Until I was slapped with the surprise of him leaving.

"Well you're my....I dont know...whatever we were." I say and chew my lip. I sounded pathetic. I AM pathetic. How was I still hung up on him? He'd dumped me...or...whatever you want to call it when a guy you were falling in love with and dating, just picks up and moves. He married someone else for fucks sake! Only MONTHS after he'd moved. Why? Whyyyy was he always the only man I could ever picture myself with? Why did he hinder my ability to have a relationship because I was constantly comparing the guys I dated to how perfect he had been to me? 

A small tug at the corner of his lip, creates a dimple in his cheek.

"What do you mean whatever we were?" he asks. 

I shrug. "We never labeled it or anything. I dont know." 

He takes a step closer and I inhale. 

"You were my girl snowflake." he says. Oh fuck. Don't call me that. God, dont call me that. Dont use my fucking nickname you used to moan against my fucking mouth when you kissed me. But I dont plead with him not to say it. Because i'll just look bitter, i'll seem affected by it. I need to just play it cool, get through this week.

"Were you NOT my girl?" he cocks his brow. 

"I...I was." I say and he steps even closer. 

"Then don't insult me by acting like you didnt know what you were to me." he says and my lips tighten.

"Don't insult me, by acting like you leaving out of nowhere may have left me a bit confused back then." I say and his brows lift and he takes a step back. 

I sigh and before he can say anything I just shake my head and wave my hand. 

"It's fine...I'm over it. Obviously." I say with a huff and lie my fucking face off.

"It was just..." I shake my head. "no...you know what?" I say and lift my foot slightly and stomo it right back down. 

"it's not fine." I say and glare up and him and then lift my arms and cross them.

"You made me fall for you, and then you left, and then you married someone two months later. MARRIED Hudson. Do you know how shitty that felt!?" 

Pain , or regret, or something flickers across his face.

"You were young Snowflake. What was I supposed to do? Take you with me?" he asks. 

"Yes!" I nearly yell and then shut my mouth and step back and his brows raise.

"You would have come with me?" he asks, cocking his head. 

"maybe" I say quietly and look away. "I dont know"    Yes. Yes I would have. I would have ran to the fucking moon with you if you asked me to you big dumb handsome idiot. I think to myself. 

"Snowflake." he says and then steps forward again, reaching out a hand and I lift my eyes as I step back.

"dont call me that" I say and shake my head, and he frowns slightly. 

"The marriage...." he says. 

"It was...a favor....to her." he says. 

"What?" I ask, almost angry.

"Carmen was the niece of the CEO I work for." he says. 

"It wasnt.." he sighs heavily. 

"It was a green card marriage Sydney." he says with a shrug. 

"She was in a bad spot....and she'd had some bad things happen to her...her uncle was doing everything he could to keep her here.....once he told me what happened to her...I didnt even think...I just offered ....to marry her, so she could stay." he says.

I just blink. And I blink again.

"After three years, she was allowed to apply for her citizenship...and she got it...then we got divorce. That was always the plan. So that's what we did." he says and I just look at him.

"Did you love her?" I ask. 

His brows pinch. "No." 

I swallow. 

"I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse." I say quietly, mostly to myself. 

"She's a friend. A really good one. We lived together. But we werent...it wasnt ever like that. I never WANTED it to be like that, and neither did she." he says.

"I wanted to call you, and tell you, because i knew you'd find out...but...I couldnt risk anyone finding out what we were really doing, or why we were getting married...not after what she went through...i couldnt chance it Sydney." he says shaking his head. 

I take a deep breath. 

"Where is she now?" I ask, and he cocks his  head.

"Living on her own , working for her Uncle." he says and shrugs. 

"So, you still see her?" she asks. 

"Yes. She works in the building...she's also my friend. So I still see her." he says.

"so you....just....were married...but not actually husband and wife?" I ask. 

"What are you really asking me Snowflake?" he hides a little smirk. 

My brows furrow, and the smirk he was holding back spreads.

"Are you asking me if I had sex with her?" he ask. 

I suck in a breath. Yes. That's what I'm asking.

"No." I shake my head. "That's none of my business." 

"I'd say it is." he says and then steps closer, and closer, till now he's toe to toe with me, my chin lifted, looking up at him. 

"You deserve to know." he says. I swallow hard, and my breasts are against him, brushing his chest as stands so fucking close. My knees feel like they're about to turn to jello. He smelled so good. He felt...so fucking good. I could feel his body heat radiating onto me. 

"I didn't have sex with her. I didn't share a bed with her. I didn't hold her or cuddle with her. I didn't kiss her. There was nothing romantic about our marriage. Like I said, I was doing her a favor. That's all it was. We lived in the same house. But she had her space, I had mine." 

"And you..." I start. "Did you see other people while you were with her? Did she see other people?" I ask. 

He shakes his head. "No. I didnt want anyone to question our marraige for any reason. It was what we both agreed to. We stayed "Faithful" out of necessity. Not because we were in love with each other." 

"So you must have been excited once you got divorced, i mean....four years...that's a long time to go without sex." I say. Not even sure why the fuck I'm still talking. Or why I need to push to know what he has or hasnt done since he left me. 

"Is it?" He asks and then is lifting his hands and placing them on my sides, at my waist, first gently and then pressing his hands firmer against my sweater as he grips my waist and pulls me towards him. 

"for...for you it probably is...you must be going crazy now...you probably have women lining up and-"

"Snowflake." he half groans and half sighs. 

"That last woman I touched...in any romantic way...." he says and I swallow.

"It's not my business" I say shakily. His dimples show as he smiles.

"The last woman I touched ...i've got my hands on her right now." he says and my knees fucking buckle and I stumble against him, his hands pulling me tighter against him, sliding and arm around my lower back. 

"you're lying" I breathe as I look at him. 

He shakes his head. "Nope." 

"What about you Snowflake?" he whispers and then his hand slips up behind my neck and his fingers sink into the back of my hair and my eyes roll as I gasp softly as he gently pulls it.

"Go right ahead and tell me Snowflake...tell me how many men dated my girl and got to put the damn hands on her...i deserve the agony of knowing for leaving you behind Snowflake." 

I whimper. "I dated a few guys..." I say. 

He growls slightly. "How many is a few?" 

"four" I answer and he gently pulls my hair. 

"I fucking hate that." he growls. 

I whimper as he leans down and brings his mouth to my jaw and brushes his facial against against me as his lips barely touch my neck as they move to my ear. 

"I fucking hate that anyone but me had their hands on you." 

"you left....you got married...i thought you were -"

"I know" he growls. "It's my fault, and I know....tell me Snowflake....tell me what you already know I'm going to ask you.....how many of them know what you look like naked underneath them?" he groans. 

I whimper. My hands clutching his shirt.

"none of them" I cry softly. "none of them" i repeat.

"I'm still......"I pant. He groans. 

"say it snowflake...say it" 

"I'm still a virgin" I whimper. 

"Cause you're my girl?" he whispers against my ear and I whimper. 

"yes" I answer, fucking hating how true it is. How I never dated the guys I was with for more than a month, no more than two. Because they werent him, and I didnt want anyone but him. Even though he was married. Even though I thought he'd moved on. 

"Snowflake?" he groans. 

"yeah?" I pant as he kisses below my ear, his hands sliding over my lower back and down to my ass and I moan. 

"I want to take you to my room" he says, grabbing my ass and I moan, writhing against him, his hard cock pressing against my belly. 

"I cant" i whimper.

"I dont want to have sex with you Snowflake...well...yes I do..but that's not what I need right now or even want" 

"wh-what do you want?" I pant.

"I want you ontop of me...making out with me....with all your clothes on....grinding on me.....just like you used to.....I want you to cum on my cock with our clothes between us....and I want your warm pussy rubbing my dick through our clothes, making me cum for you just like you used to.....i want your fucking body on mine, and your mouth on my mouth...and i want to listen to you whimper and moan while you get off ...god i fucking miss that...i miss you so fucking much Snowflake" 

"Yes" I cry, nodding and he kisses on my neck and I cry out with a small gasp as he picks me right up off the floor.

"You're still my fucking girl Snowflake." he groans, as he carries me off.