I want everything with Hudson, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t also thinking of Pippa. Thinking of the last time Hudson and I were on this very couch, Pippa between us.
I take a deep breath and begin kissing him again. I run my hand over his cock to find he’s just as hard as I am. I explore his piercings through his shorts, tugging lightly on each one, which he seems to enjoy.
“Fuck, yeah, babe, that feels good.”
Hudson’s ringtone plays, receiving a call.
“Ignore it,” I instruct him as I reach my hand into his shorts, wrapping my hand around his cock. He curses at every flex of my hand.
Bvvvt. Bvvvt. Bvvvt.
It’s my phone this time.
We look at each other.
“Shit. Fuck. Should we check it?” he asks.
I begin to say maybe, when Hudson’s phone rings again. This time, it’s Eva’s ringtone. We both straighten and pick up our devices.
My missed call is from Jules.
Hudson answers Eva’s call. “Hey, Eva. What? Fuck. Where? Okay, we’re on our way.”
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
“Pippa’s in trouble. Jules and Luna need our help.”
My heart stops.
I’m grabbing my stuff and following Hudson out the door before I can think straight.
Hudson and I pull up outside what looks like an abandoned brick building off U Street. We’re in the dodgy side of DC’s clubbing scene. Jules and Luna are standing outside a van as we pull up. We have very little information. Hudson didn’t ask questions after he heard they needed help with Pippa.
We exit the car.
Luca and Niko remain in the front seats while we approach Jules and Luna.
“What’s going on?” Hudson asks.
“We tracked Pippa to this location. Luna hacked their cameras and we think she’s been—” Jules starts to explain.
“Wait, back up. Tracked?” I ask.
“We haven’t heard from her since—since we all left the mansion,” Luna answers nervously.
“We had reason to be concerned,” Jules interjects. “She wasn’t returning calls, she didn’t go to work, her phone was dead, she seemed?—”
“If her phone is dead, how do you know she’s inside?” I ask.
“We have other ways,” Jules starts. “Listen, we don't have time to explain. Luna confirmed she’s inside via the security feed. I think she’s been drugged. It’s a biker bar. She’s in there?—”
Hudson is already charging to the building and I’m right behind him.
Jules is hot on our tail. “Luna, stay with Niko and Luca,” Jules shouts.
“Fuck you, I’m coming, too.”
“Luna, she’s right, it’s not safe,” Hudson grunts.
