Hudson didn’t look so sharp himself with his bedhead that half resembled a fucking comb over. “I get that smartass. What’s with the hole?”
I gave him the biggest grin I could muster. “I did it last night with my fist.” Sometimes my brother was as thick as shit.
“You punched the wall?”
“Bout sums it up, althoughpunchedis a bit extreme, I lightly tapped it, and the fucker went through.”
Hudson stepped closer to the hole and peered from his room into mine with flagrant distaste. His expression looked like he could smell shit. He wasn’t impressed. “Can I ask why?”
What’s with the twenty questions? It’s not like Hudson was a stranger to messing up his room. The guy wasn’t the full shilling on a good day, and when he lost it, he got physical. I remember his first week at high school, the police had to be called when Hudson totaled a classroom.
I shrugged, peeling the comforter off my body and swinging my feet to the floor. “By all means, ask why.”
The inquisitive dick rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“I was letting off steam.” I adjusted my junk as I sat up.
“Fuck me, man. Put some shorts on already,” Hudson growled, averting his gaze. I cut him a look as I straightened, butt-naked, unbothered that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I mean, it’s not like he hadn’t seen me in the buff before, but I had a hard on, and we’re talking a full mast scenario. On this occasion, morning glory wasn’t to blame; Harper was. After she left last night, I should have sorted my not-so-little problem out in the shower. I still had a severe case of blue balls, and that wasn’t a nice feeling. Everything felt heavy down there. Fuck! Was death by dick explosion a thing?
Hudson now had his eyes covered with one hand. It felt surreal, looking at my brother in his room whilst I was in mine. Oops.
I glanced down at my knuckles. They were skimmed raw from the impact of the hit. Flexing my fingers, I stood, grabbing a pair of sweats that were strewn across my hamper.
Tugging them on, I walked over to get a closer look at the damage I had caused. It had been an impulse thing after Harper had slapped me and stormed off. Sure, I should have reined it in a bit last night, but there was only so much cock teasing a man could take. My dick twitched at the memory of her in that gold bikini. I had never jizzed in my pants from simply looking at a girl, but my God, I had been close. And to think I was supposed to be treading carefully with her until I had my own place. Guess that idea was out the window.
A small, deliberate smirk curled the corner of my lips as I took in my brother's scrunched-up face. “I’m decent now, princess,” I stated, proud of my cocky smile. Hudson’s nose was probably pushed out of joint by the reminder that I was better endowed than he was. The only Sawyer to give me a run for my money in the dick department was Micah. And that didn’t count; everyone knew that most black men were born with big cocks.
Hudson lowered his hand and now stood close to the hole. I could see his entire head and part of his bare torso.
“Ma is going to go ballistic, you do get that, don’t you?” my brother stated, folding his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing like coiled ropes. Our matching wolf tattoos were forced into a staring competition as I rolled my shoulders. Crap, I needed to get to the gym; my back was like one massive knot. Plus, I couldn’t have Hudson catching me up in the weights department. I knew he’d been training heavily, putting his all into football. After the news about my mother, my thoughts and energies had been forced elsewhere. I needed to get my head back in the game.
Scratching my jaw thoughtfully, I moved to assess my mess more thoroughly.
“Maybe we could put something over it until I can get to the hardware store?” I said whimsically.
Hudson’s face contorted with exasperation. “And what are you going to do when you get to the store, Gepetto? You’ve got fuck all handyman skills.”
Dashing a hand down my face, I gave him a look that told him to blow me. “I don’t know. I’ll buy some wood and shit to fill it in. Ma never needs to know.”
Hudson dropped his arms and ran one of his hands around the edge of the hole at his side. No wonder I could hear his and Molly’s sex noises so clearly; the walls were as thin as fuck.
“Do you have a poster? We could use one to cover it, temporarily,” I suggested brightly.
“First of all, enough with the we and secondly, no, I don’t have afuckingposter. I’m not twelve.” The sigh he released was tortured. “Any more dumbass suggestions?”
“Do you want to kiss my ass?” I snarked, feeling a surge of annoyance at his negative attitude. Stomping away from him, I walked over to my nightstand, stating over my shoulder, “It worked for Andy Dufresne in Shawshank.”
“Could you at leastpretendto give a shit?” He rumbled, annoyed by my cavalier attitude towards the damage I’d caused.
“Nope.” I popped the P to piss him off more. “That’s not my vibe.”
As I dragged my duffel bag out from the bottom drawer, Hudson started to give me the third degree. I answered some of his questions, saying Harper and I had fought after the party. I didn’t tell him I’d touched her. He brought up my treatment of Cash and how I’d behaved like a jerk, and I agreed with him. What could I say? Harper had stolen all my common sense that night.
Oh well.
I knew I’d probably blown my chances of Cash spotting me at the gym, but I didn’t let that worry me. I could easily find some other muppet. Muppet, I grinned at that one. It was something Molly called Hudson when he was being a dick.
At the end of the day, I had warned Cash that Harper was off limits at the bar at Storm’s party. Dude needed to keep his little piggies to himself, or I’d snap them off and feed them to him one by one. We’d always gotten on in the past, but that was before he started to attempt to tap something that was mine. Hudson should have explained that to himbeforethings got out of hand. Anyways, he was banging Hudson, not me. I had never considered Cash a close friend. He was one of the good guys, andgoodand me hadnevermeshed well together.
