Beautiful Collide (Saints Of Redville #3)

Chapter 55

55

Hudson

Thank fuck.

It’s finally time to leave, and not a moment too soon.

As the night winds down and the celebration comes to an end, Mason is still itching to continue the night.

Of course he is.

Mason—the fucker—has enough energy to power a small city, and right now, his life’s mission is dragging me along for the ride.

It’s the last thing I want to do.

Yet the man is relentless.

Don’t get me started on the guilt trip he’s throwing my way. I should be earning hotel points by now.

But, man, is he laying it on thick. I guess since everyone else already left, I’m his only option. Which is bullshit, because there are nineteen other guys who I’m sure would be more than happy to party with him.

Why the hell am I the unlucky one?

I trail Mason as he strolls out of the exit, and with each step, I try to think of a way to get out of it.

There’s only one place I want to be, and it’s not taking shots with Mason’s drunk ass. It’s alone with Molly.

I shove my hands deep into my pockets and continue to head out of the club and into the main area of the casino of the hotel we are staying at.

It’s complete sensory overload right now. The flashing lights. Chiming slot machines. Usually, I’d take it all in stride. Hell, a few years ago, I’d be right there with Mason, looking to continue the festivities, but right now, it feels like a distraction that’s keeping me from where I really want to be.

Speaking of Mason, the idiot is really making an ass of himself. From the corner of my eye, I see what he’s up to, and all I can say is . . .

Wow.

Either he’s the biggest idiot in the world, or he’s drunker than I realized. As he walks through the casino, he’s attempting some sort of dance move—if you can call it that—and failing miserably.

I cringe as he flails his arms and swivels his hips, and don’t even get me started on the crowd he’s amassing.

A crowd is forming and not in a good way. One woman has her cell phone trained on him, and it looks like she’s deciding whether she’s going to film him and send it to TMZ or call security.

I walk right past him because shit, I don’t need to be photographed with him. It’s bad enough Coach thinks I’m a moron. I can’t imagine what he would do if the press got embarrassing pictures of me.

“Where’re you going, Wilde?”

I halt my steps, turning around to look at him.

When I do, I can’t help but laugh. The man looks like an idiot. He has his button-down shirt over his head like a bandanna, and now he’s just in an undershirt. I’m half expecting him to start doing the electric slide like a drunk guest at a wedding.

As bad as this is, I should consider him lucky because I’m not sure the hotel would look fondly at him if he were bare chested walking through the slot machines.

“We’re calling it a night, Goodie.”

Mason mutters something under his breath, but doesn’t respond loud enough for me to hear.

“Come on, the elevator is this way.” I walk over to him like he’s a cow I’m corralling. It takes far too long to get to the elevator and even longer to walk Mason to his room.

When he finally stumbles through his door, I don’t even wait for a goodbye or a thank you. Instead, I shake my head and hope he doesn’t choke on his own tongue tonight.

That shit’s on him.

A better man would tuck him in and make sure he doesn’t die, but alas, I’m not that nice of a guy.

I stand outside his room for a brief second, and when no sound is heard, I head to my own room.

An idea strikes me when I’m standing outside my door. I turn the knob, push it open, and then close it right away.

Why did I do this? So if Dane, whose room is right next to mine, happens to be listening, he thinks I’m home.

I’m not going home, though.

Nope. I have somewhere else I have to be.

More pressing matters.

Molly.

She’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about since the final buzzer, and I’m done waiting.

I move quietly down the hallway, pausing when I hear a noise. I turn around to see if anyone I know is coming, but it’s nothing. Nobody is coming. Good.

Taking a steadying breath, I make my way to the far end of the hall and stop in front of Molly’s door. I knock lightly, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is around.

My heart might beat out of my chest as I wait for her to answer. Even though I saw her earlier, this feels exciting. Sneaking around, knowing her brother might catch us, adds a layer of thrill that I can’t ignore.

The door opens just a crack, and there she is. Her face is barely visible. Only a faint glow of the hallway lights illuminates her face.

“Took you long enough,” she whispers, stepping aside to let me in.

The corners of her mouth twitch, and my chest tightens at the sight.

She really is perfect. A dream come true in her oversized sweatshirt that falls on her bare thighs.

Fuck, she’s stunning.

Tempting.

And mine. Or at least she should be. All in good time.

I grin as I slip inside, the door clicking shut behind me. “Had to make sure Mason didn’t die. It’s a hard job, but someone had to do it. Plus, I had to make sure Dane was sleeping. Dane would kill me if he knew I was sneaking into your room.”

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “I’m not a teenager sneaking boys into my parents’ house, Hudson.”

“No,” I tease, stepping closer, “but you’re the girl who could ruin me with one word to her brother. That makes you kind of dangerous, Hex.”

“Good.” A small smile tugs at her lips. “Keeps you on your toes.” Her voice is light, but I can hear the edge to it. There’s a challenge in the way she talks.

The room is dimly lit, music playing softly from her phone. On the table by the couch sits a bottle of champagne and two glasses, the setup casual but thoughtful.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” I pick up the bottle, lifting it in the air.

“Figured you might need one more drink to celebrate.” She flops onto the couch with an easy grin.

Hell yeah, I do. How did I ever get so lucky?

Tilting the bottle so that it doesn’t spray, I pop the cork. Of course it doesn’t go smoothly. Why would it?

Champagne sprays out everywhere, drenching my hand and the floor.

I wipe my hand on my pants, and Molly claps, mocking me. “Look at you, full of surprises.”

“Don’t act so impressed.” I pour us each a glass. “We both know I’m the whole package.”

She snorts into her glass. “You’re a package, all right.”

“I have a package, you mean?”

“Hmm.” She crinkles her nose. “That’s not at all what I said.”

“Ouch.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. You have a big package. Happy?”

“Yes. Immensely.”

She starts to laugh, and the sound makes me laugh harder. All the tension melts away at seeing her happy. Being with Molly like this makes everything feel easier.

Champagne continues to flow, and at some point, she puts on a playlist of songs, and I find myself pulling her off the couch.

“Dance with me,” I say, holding out a hand.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” she teases, but her hand slides into mine anyway.

“And you haven’t had enough,” I counter, twirling her around the room.

Her unrestrained and carefree smile is brighter than the sun. She’s so different from the first time we met. She’s peaceful when she’s with me. The knowledge of that hits me square in the chest.

Seeing her like this feels like a privilege, one I promise myself not to take lightly.

I don’t care how clumsy my moves are or if the room spins a little when we move, all I care about is watching her at this moment. Soaking up these moments with her. Seeing her like this—with me . . . it’s better than any moment in my life.

When the song slows, so do we. Her hands linger on my shoulders, and I slide mine to her waist, pulling her closer.

“You know . . .” I brush my lips against her neck. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Her body stiffens in my arms. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” I say with conviction, meaning every word. “Out there, on the ice, with the team—it’s amazing. But this? Being here with you? That’s something else.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she tilts her head up, moves to be on tiptoes, and brushes her lips to mine. The kiss sends my heart racing all over again, and it’s not from adrenaline. It’s her.

The kiss becomes more heated, my chest heaving by the time she pulls away from me.

“I need you.” Her voice sounds raspy, desperate, and she pulls me closer, her hands grasping at the zipper of my pants and pulling it down.

Molly is never this forward, but I welcome it as she grabs my cock from inside my pants and frees me from the tight confines of my briefs. Once I’m fully exposed to her, she strokes me from root to tip.

A drop of cum beads on the tip of my dick, and she does something I don’t expect. Her finger swipes over the liquid, and she raises her hand to her mouth and licks her finger.

Holy shit.

If that’s not enough to have my excitement in overdrive, Molly drops to her knees.

“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me in her mouth, and all my words are lost.

Holy shit, does this feel good.

Molly is apparently an expert with her tongue.

She slides it up and down my shaft, making sure to run it up the vein in my dick before swirling it over the crown.

My legs almost buckle beneath me as she pushes forward, my cock now hitting the back of her throat.

Placing my hands on the back of her head, I start to fuck her throat in earnest. Her small hands grab my ass as I do. Nothing in the world has ever felt this good. The way her throat contracts every time I push farther in makes stars burst in my eyes.

I’m going to come if I don’t stop. Which is something I want to do, but not in her mouth. I want to see my cum drip out of her freshly fucked pussy.

I pull back with a pop, my wet dick hard and ready for more.

“Get naked, and then I want you on the bed, Hex.”

She follows my commands, stripping her dress off and getting naked on the bed.

“Spread your legs. Let me see you.”

A soft blush colors her face, but she does what I ask, spreading her knees apart until her pussy is on full display.

“Fuck,” I groan, taking my dick in my hand and stroking myself. “You look good enough to eat.” So I do. I pull her parted legs, making it so she’s almost hanging off the bed, then I drop to the floor and bury myself in her cunt.

I devour her.

Feed off her essence.

Lick and suck her clit until she’s a quivering mess, her desire dripping down her thighs.

“I need to fuck you. Need to feel this wet pussy clinging to my dick as you come.”

“So fuck me already.”

I press myself against her heat.

“Condom?”

“No. I’m on the pill.”

Fuck yeah.

Despite seeing how wet she is, it’s got nothing on how it feels to rub my crown over her drenched skin. I swirl the head over her clit, then at her entrance, collecting the moisture.

Her hips wiggle at the sensation, and I run myself down to where she needs me most. I can’t wait to sink inside her, so I don’t. I slam into her hard and fast, and she gasps when I bottom out inside her.

A moan escapes her mouth, and I pull my dick out until the top hovers just outside of her. “Please, Wilde.”

I swirl my head around her opening again, pushing just the tip in. Her greedy pussy quivers, trying to suck me in, but I don’t let her. I just continue to torture her.

“Please what, Hex?”

“Please stop torturing me.”

“Only if you watch us.”

I meet her stare.

“What do you mean?”

“Watch as I fuck you. Watch as your greedy pussy takes my cock.”

She lifts up onto her elbows and tilts her chin down to get a better view.

Once I know she can see, I let myself admire the sight too. I swirl my dick one more time and then push forward, loving the sight of her pussy lips spreading for my cock as I thrust all the way to the hilt, and I disappear inside her.

I pull back out, and when I do, my dick jerks at the sight of my gleaming, cream-covered cock.

“Hex. Do you see that?”

She nods, her mouth half open, and I thrust back in. This time, a gasp escapes.

I continue to fuck her like that.

Time stands still as her walls quiver around me.

She’s close.

My balls tighten.

I’m closer.

My hand reaches down, and I find her clit rubbing it furiously.

She cries out.

Her walls tighten around me. I flick her clit harder and fuck her deeper until my balls feel so tight that I know I’m about to explode, and I do. My dick starts to jerk, cum spilling into her until I fill her up.

Our bodies tremble together as we both catch our breaths, but then reality sets in. I pull out, and she sighs as I do.

“Now what? Do you have to leave?” she asks, and I hate that I do. Unless we’re ready to tell Dane about us. Seeing as she just asked the question, I don’t think she’s ready to tell him yet either.

“I really don’t know, Hex.”

And I don’t. All I know is I don’t want to leave yet. So maybe I won’t. Perhaps we can keep the night going.

For just a little longer . . .