I lift my head and capture a nipple between my teeth. She cries out, and her whimpering noises are too much.
She rocks against me, grinding her hips into me until her body shatters. A moment later I come so fucking hard my body jerks against her, and it sets her off again. She whines out another orgasm as my dick twitches inside her.
When she’s done, her body flops against mine, and I hold her close.
I can’t believe I just told a woman I was her good boy. I am so utterly pussy-whipped. And it feels fucking awesome.
19
WILLOW
Birdsong wakes me, and the first thing I see are the majestic mountains and the trees swaying gently outside the window. I stretch lazily, feeling an ache in my muscles and a dull throb between my legs. Even my jaw aches from the epic session with Hudson last night.
My mouth twitches into a smile, thinking about how he captured my hands behind my back, how he tried to control me, and the surprised look on his face when I flipped the tables on him.
I bet he’s never had a woman call him a good boy before, and I chuckle to myself as I think about the big SEAL coming undone.
I briefly remember him carrying me up to bed and laying me on the mattress. I lift my head, expecting to find Hudson in the bed next to me, but I’m sprawled out in the middle of the bed by myself with the sheets tangled around my bare limbs.
I have a t-shirt on and vaguely remember Hudson pulling it over my head, mumbling something about catching a cold, before I passed out.
What should be his side of the bed is empty, and the pillow has no indent. He didn’t sleep next to me.
The realization brings more disappointment than it should. Why would he? We had sex—epic, mind-blowing sex—but I’m the one who didn’t want to talk about what it might mean. I didn’t want to put a name on it. I insisted we live in the moment. So, I have no right to be disappointed that he didn’t sleep next to me afterward.
Yet I can’t shake the dull heaviness in my chest that wasn’t there when I woke up.
There’s movement next to the bed, and I peer over to find a sleepy Hudson tucked into his sleeping bag.
The heaviness lifts a little. He slept next to me, but on the floor and not on the bed like a normal man. But at least he didn’t remove himself downstairs.
His eyes peep open, his gaze locks on me, and he smiles. “Good morning.”
There’s two-day stubble on his jawline, and his hair is disheveled. Yet he really is the best-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Morning, my good boy.”
He chuckles, and his smile widens, and I wonder if he’s remembering the moment like I am. And I wonder if it’s making him heated, like I am.
“You can never tell anyone I said that.”
“What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin.” I make a zipping motion across my lips.
I swing my legs over the bed, and Hudson sits up. “You’re not going to stand on me, are you?”
“You do make a habit of sleeping by my bed.”
I want to ask why he didn’t sleepinit, but I don’t want to hear his reasons. We had a fun night of power-play sex because we’re stuck here together and we’re bored. No cuddling required.
“You might have had another nightmare. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
And yet there he goes being thoughtful and sweet again. If he’d wanted to cuddle last night, I would’ve been up for it. I would’ve even let him be the big spoon.
He pulls his wrist up to check his watch, and the perimeter light is a steady green. It reminds me why we’re here, and a stab of guilt gets me.
“I’m going to check my email.”
I leave Hudson to roll up his bedding while I head downstairs.
