Was he going to leave? I wasn’t sure what it would do to me if he got up and left right now. Hudson had more or less made it clear he wasn’t the guy who stuck around afterwards, but I wanted this to be different. My needy, foolish little heart wanted him to stay with me.
“I know you don’t want to be here,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Coming back here was never in your plans but fuck, Wave… I have never wanted someone the way I want you and after this,” he stroked a finger down my cheek, across the angle of my jaw and down to the center of my throat where my pulse was kicking up.
His entire hand spread over my neck, but he didn’t grip me. There was no pressure. He was placing it there, letting me know how he felt about keeping me beneath him while he spoke.
“You’re mine. Do you understand me?”
Anger flared at his words but underlying that was the satisfaction of knowing I owned him too, just as much as he was proclaiming his ownership. I was still so confused about where my future lay, but I could accept this.
He was still semi-hard, and I was expecting him to take me again, but he rolled off me, holding and turning me until my back wedged against his chest, his huge hand over my hip and pressed against my stomach, keeping me close to him. Once he had me where he wanted me, he pulled the covers over us and breathed into my hair.
“Get some sleep,” he told me. His next words sent a thrill of anticipation and need through me that I should have argued against but wanted with every fiber of my being. “You’re gonna need it.”
It was me who took the initiative in the morning. The sun was shining in through the curtains we had neglected to close last night. He was lying on his back, one hand shoved under the pillow beneath him, the other on his hip, the sheets scrunched around his waist.
He’d always been lean and muscular, but now he looked stronger, bigger, and so peaceful in his sleep. My eyes followed the trail of hair beneath his belly button that disappeared under the blanket. I couldn’thelp it. My hand slipped down and over his already hard dick, gliding up and down nudging away the blanket so I could watch what I was doing, marveling at the size of him as he hardened even more.
He groaned, and I tilted my head up to see him watching me, a slow grin on his lips. “Taking advantage of me, Waverley?”
“Yes,” I said, moving my hand harder, making him suck in a harsh breath. If he thought that was all that was happening right now, he was wrong. I sat up, swinging a leg over to straddle him. He watched with that infuriating, smug expression, but I ignored it and took my pleasure, lowering down on to him.
He lay still, letting me do all the work until we were both panting and desperate for release. Then he rolled up and grabbed hold of my hips, pulling and pushing me until we both exploded. Hudson pulled me to him, and I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, holding him against me.
“I could get used to waking up like that,” he said into my neck. “That hot pussy riding my cock.”
I bit his shoulder and leaned back to look at his laughing face. It made my breath catch, seeing him looking so carefree and… happy. And young. Sometimes I forgot he was the same age as me. War and Hudson seemed older somehow. His hands squeezed my waist, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of shouting penetrated our little bubble.
Angry male voices shouting back and forth. It wouldn’t normally be an issue, but this sounded different.
“What the hell?” he lifted me off him and climbed off the bed, walking to the window. He didn’t seem to care he was naked and anyone looking up at the window would see him.
“What is it?” I asked, getting up and pulling a t-shirt over my head.Hist-shirt, I realized when I took a deep breath, and his scent surrounded me. I grabbed my sleep shorts too as I walked over.
Hudson’s fists clenched, his jaw was tensing.
“Hudson?”
“That son of a bitch,” he stalked away from me, hurrying to the bathroom and grabbing his pants. “Stay here,” he ordered as he glanced around, looking for the top I had snagged.
I went to the window and looked outside to see. He might have got away with bossing me around last night, but not now. Outside, I could see several guys out in front of the clubhouse. They were all casually posed, but there was tension in their shoulders. They were ready to attack if necessary. War was standing in front of them all, his hands held out in a placating way. My eyes travelled to what he was looking at.
Andrew.
I could hear what he was saying now.
“You think I don’t know this has something to do with you?” he screamed.
I hadn’t seen him looking so less put together than he was right now, his shirt untucked, tie askew and his hair looked as if he’d been running his hands through it. So he heard his workers had all walked off the job.
A slow smile spread across my lips, but then I heard huffing behind me. Hudson’s face was red as he was hopping into his boot. He wouldn’t want me out there. He’d already barked at me like a dog to stay up here. Not a chance in hell. I darted around the bed and passed him.
“Waverley. Don’t!”
I didn’t listen. I ran out of the room and, for the second time since I got back, I felt Hudson rushing behind me. I heard him curse but didn’t look back. I wasn’t dressed for this, but I didn’t want to miss the start of Andrew Reinhart’s downfall.
I grabbed a jacket from a hook by the door as I ran out, passed a few of the old ladies who had gathered on the porch to watch. I didn’t know what time it was, but everyone seemed to be up and dressed, although I was sure a few people hadn’t been asleep yet. I didn’t care my feet were bare as I walked across the path and grass to stand closer and listen.
“I’m not sure what you want us to do? It’s nothing to do with us what happens in your business.”
