“Can I ask you something?”
“Duh,” he deadpans.
I roll my eyes. “Have you always wanted to be a bottom? Or is that just… how we ended up?”
He lifts up to meet my eyes. “I always pictured you taking the lead, so when it happened, it just felt natural.”
“That makes sense,” I say nonchalantly.
He narrows his eyes. “What aren’t you asking, Cull?”
Guess my poker face sucks. My nerves flare, and I blurt the real question. “Would you be interested in topping at all?”
Hudson blinks, surprised. Then his gaze darkens, and a slow, wicked grin curls his mouth.
Next thing I know, Hud is poised above me, my wrists pinned and a strong hand on my throat. If I could spontaneously combust, it would be from the dominance rolling off him. That look in his eyes?Fuck.
“Oh, I’ve thought about it, baby. I just didn’t thinkyou’dwant to go there. My bad for assuming.”
He squeezes lightly, and I gasp, eyes rolling back in my skull.
“Oh, you like that,” he teases.
“Fuck yes, I do.”
Who knew I’d be into being choked? But with Hudson’s hand on my throat, I’d do anything he wanted.
Anything.
“Good to know,” he whispers into my ear.
He’s gonna kill me.
“But first things first,” he drawls, sliding down my chest and hovering over my reawakened dick. “We need to take care of this situation and work this tight hole open so it can eventually take my cock.”
He reaches up, swipes his finger through the sticky cum that dripped from his ass onto my abs, then brings it to my hole.
Smirking, he looks up. “This is gonna be fun.” Then he dives down, swallowing me whole while slipping a confident finger inside me.
Sparks fly behind my eyes, euphoria hitting like a train.
Yeah. He’s definitely gonna kill me.
But what a way to go.
Thirty-One
Hudson
It’s Saturday—prom day, and I’m more excited than I thought I would be. After Mom pointed out that Cullen and I could still go together and have a great time, even if not officially as dates, I realized I was being stupid. I already knew he’d rented a tux, even though he thought I hadn’t noticed. I saw Mrs. Eliza hang the garment bag in his closet earlier this week. He was hoping I’d say yes. Maybe even counting on it.
Mom suggested that I should coordinate my suit with Cull’s as a nod to what we are. That helped me see that I don’t have to declare Cullen as my boyfriend to still go with him. We will still be there together, and that’s enough.
So, while he was in the shower Thursday morning, I snuck a peek at his suit so I could decide how to coordinate. I realized that his tie was an oddly perfect shade match to my eyes.
The sneaky bastard had the same idea.
Ella didn’t hesitate to help me pick a tux and was ecstatic when I asked her to be my date. She was planning to go alone, which made me feel awful. I’m glad I can be a part of making her night special.
