“Hud, it’s not going to get that far. We won’t let it.” I catch him just as he’s tugging off his shirt in his bedroom. He faces me, jaw set, arms tense at his sides.
“If you’re so sure,” he growls, “then why are you going to the gun range with your dad? What are you preparing for if youdon’tthink this guy is capable of violence?”
“So I can protect you!” I snap. The words fly out before I can reel them back. “So that if it comes down to it, I don’t freeze. If it’s him or you, I’ll make sure it’s you walking away.”
Hudson shakes his head and storms out of the room.
“Where are you going?” I follow, hot on his heels.
“To take a shower if that’s okay with you.” His voice is rough, clipped. “I just need… I don’t know. To not think about any of it. About him, or Hadley, or you having to kill someone because of me.”
He slams the bathroom door, but I’m right behind him. I throw it open harder than I mean to, the edge bouncing off the stopper with a loudthud. Hudson doesn’t turn. He’s too busy fiddling with the water knobs.
If he doesn’t want to think about it, then fine. I’m great at distracting him.
I strip quickly and step up behind him, chest pressed to his back, skin to skin. I thread my fingers into his hair, tug his head to the side, and lower my mouth to the warm skin at his neck. He shudders as I drag my fingers along his ribs, down the line of his abs, stopping at the button of his jeans.
“If you want a distraction, all you ever have to do is ask, baby.” My breath fans over his skin, goosebumps popping along his neck. His exhale is shaky as he leans back into me, my hard cock pressing against his ass.
“Help me forget, Cull,” he whispers. “Please.”
I smile into his skin and lick a slow path to his ear. “I love it when you ask so nicely.” I nip his earlobe, earning a groan. “Now I’m gonna make youbeg.”
I pop the button of his jeans and drag the zipper down just as Hudson pushes them over his hips.
“Lube?”
“There’s coconut oil under the sink.” He kicks his pants away while I find the jar, then move to join him under the hot spray. The moment the glass door closes, I claim his mouth, all heat and hunger. He matches me kiss for kiss, walking us backward until I hit the tile wall. There’s desperation in the way he moves, like he’s trying to claw back control.
It dawns on me.
That’s what he needs right now.
Control.
“Take my ass, Hud,” I whisper against his lips.
He stills. “You sure?”
I pull him back in for a deep kiss. “Yes. I’m yours. Use me.”
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. His hand wraps lightly around my throat, and my dick jumps, brushing his. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I lean in, teasing his lips with my tongue. “Being a brat is gonna be fun. Show me what you’ve got…sir.”
Hudson smirks, takes the coconut oil, and sets it on the shelf.
“On your knees.” The command goes straight to my cock. I slide down the wall, slow, never breaking eye contact. Once on my knees, I look up at him, waiting like a good boy.
He braces his hands against the tile, looming over me, cock hard and heavy between us. I want to take him into my mouth, but I wait.
“Suck my dick, baby.” His rough, commanding voice wraps around me. I lean forward and flick my tongue across the drop of pre-cum at his tip. He hisses, then groans as I swirl my tongue beneath the head.
I reach up, but he stops me with a shake of his head. “No hands. And no touching yourself.”
I nod, feigning innocence, then slide my hands up his calves until I’m grabbing his ass.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?” he chuckles.
