“You could have done it last night.”
“You weren’t ready,” he said, his mouth dipping down my neck and over the slopes of my breasts.
Before I had a chance to argue about that, he rose and gave me a lazy, male smile as he pulled off his t-shirt in that slow, sexy way guys do using just one hand, tugging it over his head and unveiling his tanned and tattooed skin.
“But I think you might be now,” he ran his finger over my lip until my mouth opened and he pushed it inside.
I sucked it gently, flicking my tongue over it until his nostrils flared. He pulled it out and trailed it down my chin, over my neck and throat and down to the clasp at the front of my bra. He undid it so it fell away and I sat there, looking up at him, the cool air of the room making my nipples peak.
He watched them as he plucked open the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down, but I took over for him, running my hands around the back of his waistband. I slipped my hands underneath feeling the warmth of his skin as I slid the material over his ass, and let the jeans drop around his hips. There was no disguising the way his dick was reacting, the head pushed up over the waistband of his underwear. I licked my lips at the sight of it.
He cupped my chin and stared down at me, his face suddenly incredibly intense. “The last few days have been fucking hell,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know if I would get you back safe.”
“I’m here,” I told him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight to him. He kissed me like he was hungry and wanted to devour me. I should be afraid of the depth of feeling we had for each other right now, question whether it was real or if it was just the situation we were in. Except I knew it wasn’t that. This was real. He was the only man I would and will ever love.
“I need to fuck you,” he grabbed my ass. “It’s been too long since I had your pussy on my face.”
A little moan escaped my lips as a wave of heat shot through me at his words. There was nothing subtle about Hudson Kelley. He told you what he wanted regardless of how it came out. I wasn’t going to complain about that. I wasn’t about to give up control either. That was something he’d need to learn if this was going to be a thing going forward. I pulled back and he looked at me in confusion.
His hair was a mess, his lips swollen from our kisses. I turned us around so he had his back to the bed. It took him a minute to catch on, but when I touched his shoulders and pushed, he fell onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, all butthurt because I wasn’t letting him do what he wanted.
“You’re not the one in control here.”
“The hell I’m not,” he said, but he couldn’t keep that lazy smile off his face as he settled back, one arm behind his head, watching what I was going to do next.
I knelt and pulled off his boots and he raised his hips to allow me to take off his jeans and boxers. Without giving him a chance to open his stupid mouth again, I put mine on him.
“Shit,” he barked, jerking his hips at the contact. I took him in deeper and he groaned, one hand fisting the sheet beneath him as I slid my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair but he didn’t pull it or thrust up, he let me keep the control. At least, until he couldn’t seem to help it. “Lift off,” he said, trying to sit up but I pulled him in deeper. “Wave, shit,” his shoulders dropped back on the bed. “I’m gonna come.”
I thought about continuing but I was so needy for him, I lifted my lips away with a pop, smirking at him. He sat up and grabbed me, so I was standing before him and made quick work of removing my jeans and underwear. He didn’t waste any more time, lifting me up over him, my legs straddling his thighs. I leaned forward and kissed him, our tongues dueling for dominance. Without any words, I lifted slightly, he grabbed his dick and lined it up then I plunged down. My eyes squeezed tight at the fullness.
“Don’t stop now,” he growled.
I sat up, my hands on his chest and began to move. He ran his hands over my waist and hips, then up my arms, all the way to my shoulders, all the while I rode him, shivering at the way his touch made me feel. He cupped my breasts, raising his head and taking one into his mouth. I clenched at the tug of his lips and he responded with another groan. I sat back putting my hands behind me on his thighs as I started to undulate my hips faster and harder.
“Fuck,” he thrust up, but he wasn’t happy letting me lead, because he took hold of my hips and turned us over, grabbing my hands and shoving them up above my head. After a moment of just staring at me, he unleashed himself, pumping hard, I had to wrap my legs around his hips to keep from feeling as if I was about to fly off the bed, even though I was pinned hard beneath him.
Then he slowed, my eyes popped open in question, Hudson was staring at me. Any objections at him pausing died on my tongue. He leaned down and kissed me, softer this time, more tenderly than he’d kissed me before. Our bodies were pressed tight to each other, I could feel his heart thrashing against my chest.
Everything around me felt as if it ceased to exist as I stared into his silver eyes. This would be the moment where a normal couple would declare their love for one another, but we didn’t need to say anything. The years apart melted away, everything that had gone on before I left and after I came back didn’t matter anymore.
He shifted his hips, pulling most of the way out then slamming back in. I hissed at the pressure on my clit as he did it repeatedly. Pure pleasure took over and I couldn’t help crying out his name if my life depended on it. He quickly roared out himself, gasping for breath as he dropped his forehead onto my breastbone. He kissed me there, then gave me another gentle kiss on the lips before pulling out.
He dropped down beside me and stared up at the ceiling. We lay side by side in silence, nothing uncomfortable about it. After a while he took my hand and led me into the shower where we got under the hot spray together. When we got back into bed, I lay with my back to his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around my middle.
“What is going to happen now?” I asked quietly into the darkness.
Hudson heaved out a heavy breath. He knew I didn’t mean about us. “Like War said, we’re going to end it. One way or another, everyone who ever hurt you or the club is going to regret it.”
“People are going to die.”
“Yes.” He answered so simply, so honestly, I didn’t have any words to argue against it.
It was inevitable, I knew that now. These people messed with us first. All they knew was violence and death and it would be the only way we could beat them. It frightened me, and not because of what was coming, because I was afraid for Hudson, for my brother, even for King.
