Fuck.
Hudson stands in front of her, his hands move to Pippa’s hips like instinct, like he’s done it a hundred times before.
My jaw ticks knowing that’s probably true, but I don’t move. I watch. I listen. I try to decipher what it is I’m feeling. Is it jealousy? Not quite. Possession?
Closer.
Pippa lets out a low moan as Hudson’s mouth skims her neck, her fingers curling around his shirt. She’s in her element, soaking in the attention like a flower with sunlight. And fuck if she doesn’t deserve every ounce of it.
I shift in my seat, adjusting for the tension building in my pants. And in my chest. “Show me how you touch her,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
Hudson turns to me slowly, his eyes narrowing just slightly, testing, not resisting. “She likes to be handled,” he says, his voice just above a whisper, “with confident hands. Command but make her feel worshiped while you ruin her. That’s the trick.”
My gaze flicks back to Pippa, now watching us both like she’s the flame, and we’re circling moths. She bites her bottom lip.
My restraint damn near snaps. I’ve always needed control. Always. It’s how I grew my family’s empire after my parents were murdered. It’s how I’ve managed to lead men who’d slit throats without blinking. But this? This isn’t a battlefield. This is something else entirely.
“Then keep going,” I instruct Hudson. “Let me see.”
He obeys. Slowly, deliberately. His fingers slip beneath the hem of her dress, tracing her body as he removes her dress over her head.
She’s not wearing anything under that damned dress. Pippa stands before us, totally naked in silver stilettos.
Okay, you beautiful minx…new kink unlocked.
Hudson and I are both stunned silent as we stare at her.
“Hudson,” I say low and husky, to get him to focus, “touch her.” As if coming out of a fog, he takes his hand and starts slowly rubbing her clit as he takes a nipple into his mouth.
Pippa arches, her head tipping back with a gasp.
My stomach knots. My fists clench.
I look at Hudson again. His focus. His touch. The way he reacts to her every breath like it matters. There’s something magnetic about him, there always has been, but I buried that invisible force so deeply I almost convinced myself it wasn’t there.
Until now.
Hudson glances up, eyes locking with mine. There’s no mocking in them. No judgment. Just openness. Invitation. And something we’ve always had—trust.
“You coming, Enz?” Pippa teases, her voice breathy, lazy with lust. “Or are you planning to edge yourself in the corner all night?”
Fuck it.
I walk over and stand next to them. My gaze flicks between them as Hudson continues to rub her clit slowly, kissing her neck. I look deeply into her eyes as I take my hand and wrap it around the other side of her neck.
As formidable as she is, her neck is slender and delicate in my palm. My thumb reaches her mouth, and I use it to part her lips.
She darts out her tongue to suck my thumb.
I feel a rumble in my chest at the image. My other hand finds its way to her breast. It’s heavy and full in my hand, supple. I pull her nipple between my finger and thumb, rubbing, pinching, and pulling. When she moans, lost in thepleasure of four hands roaming her body, I lean down to kiss her.
It’s slow, unhurried, and deep. Our tongues fight for dominance. My whole body turns electric. I feel on fire for her.
Forthem.
I pull back and direct her to the couch. I have her lay across it with her head over the arm. I take her face in my hands and hold her gaze upside down. "Open for him,bella. Let me see how well you take his cock."
Hudson slowly undresses to his boxers. God, when was the last time I saw Hudson without a shirt on? I never noticed the way his abs flex when he moves, or the trail of ink down his side that disappears under his waistband. I must’ve beentryingnot to see.
