Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
HUDSON
“Sloane, breakfast,” I say as I finish rolling the cart into the dining room area. I set our food on the table, and I’m about to call her again when she comes waltzing into the dining room completely and utterly naked.
Fuck.
Me.
I’ve never been so attracted to one single human before in my entire life, but here I am, becoming addicted to someone I have no right becoming addicted to.
The girl has curves, fucking gorgeous curves. She’s not stick thin like other women I’ve dated. She has some meat on her bones—places I can hold on to. Her pussy is bare between her legs, her hips swell in the perfect way, and her tits, fuck me, they are gorgeous. Not perfectly round, just more than a handful with darker nipples that are hard as shit. Puckered, begging for my mouth.
I don’t know how I’ve allowed this to happen, how she’s so freely naked around me, but I’m finding it really hard to tell her to put some clothes on.
“Thank you for getting breakfast,” she says as she smooths her hand over my chest before leaning over the table to check on the food.
This is going to require some epically strong willpower.
Like really fucking strong.
I take a seat in my chair and focus on the eggs in front of me—that is until she takes a seat on the table next to my plate, then my eyes shoot straight to her breasts.
Christ, they’re so fucking perfect.
“Are you sure you want that for breakfast?” she asks. “Because I thought that maybe you would want something else.” Then she slides my plate to the side and props her legs up on my shoulders, giving me a full view of her…
“Hudson. Hey, your phone is ringing.”
“What?” I snap awake, feeling completely disoriented as I look around the bedroom, Sloane next to me in a T-shirt, me in my briefs. “What’s happening?”
“Your phone is ringing,” she says.
I look over my shoulder to my nightstand where my phone’s lit up, Hardy’s name scrolling across the screen. “Jesus, what time is it?”
“Three,” Sloane mumbles and then flops back down on her pillow.
I grab my phone and answer it. “What?” I say, feeling like the wind has been snatched right from under me.
Christ, that dream. It felt so goddamn real.
“Hudson, we got the papers.”
“What?” I ask, rubbing my eye with my palm as I get out of the bed and head into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me.
“We’ve been served.”
“Served what?”
“The lawsuit, Hudson. Jesus. From Dad.”
That wakes me up. “Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. And it’s—fuck, it’s not looking good.”
“What do you mean it’s not looking good? He has no leg to stand on. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“That’s not what he thinks. Apparently, there’s a clause in our trust funds that states he’s privileged to a percentage of income from anything we invest in while using our trust fund money. Meaning…the almond farm, Magical Moments by Maggie, and Brody’s storefronts.”
I feel all the blood drain from my face. “That can’t be right.”
“There is documentation that has been provided that says otherwise,” Hardy says.
“So what the fuck does that mean?”
“It means he’s suing us for negligence to pay and charging interest. He’s also claiming rights to each business because we didn’t discuss our investments with him first.”
“He can’t fucking do that,” I nearly roar and then push my hand through my hair.
“I don’t know, man, I sent it to the lawyers and they’re combing through everything right now. It’s not looking good.”
“Have you spoken to Haisley?”
“No.”
“Is he claiming rights over her business?”
“She’s not mentioned, just us. And I think if this is correct, if he really has rights to everything we’ve created using the funds, that includes him having rights over the things we invested in with the Cane brothers.”
“Fuck,” I say again. “There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. We had our lawyers go through it all. We had them comb the documents to make sure we were doing everything correctly.”
“They must have missed something,” Hardy says, sounding just as lost as I feel in this moment. How? We paid them to be thorough, to look at every fucking thing to do with our trust funds. “Fuck, dude, I feel sick.”
And that’s Hardy.
He feels sick and I feel…mad.
Enraged.
How. Did. They. Miss. This?
I’m ready to blow a goddamn gasket.
“When are you going to hear back from the lawyers? ”
“They said to give them forty-eight hours. They don’t want to miss anything.”
“Okay,” I say as I pace the living room. “Forty-eight hours then. Call me if you hear more.” I hang up the phone and throw it at the couch while shouting, “Fuck!”
Thrumming with anger, I grab the bottle of scotch that’s on the dry bar and I head out to the terrace, where I sit on one of the chairs and stare out at the crisp night while undoing the cap. I lift the bottle to my lips and take a long, full swig.
How can a father be so cruel? So vindictive? So fucking awful?
Why even have kids if you’re going to treat them like this? If you’re going to act like your children are your enemies rather than people to be proud of, people you can love and cherish and help grow in life?
Why the fuck have them?
I take another swig and lean my head back.
How could this happen? Everything we worked for, everything we’ve done, just snatched up, into the hands of the man who wants nothing more than to see our demise. To be able to point and laugh in our faces and tell us he told us so. That we are not good enough. That we are a disappointment. That we will never live up to his standards and expectations. That he will always win. Against us.
I take another swig.
And another swig.
And then one more just as the curtains from the living room blow with the wind, out into the terrace, revealing Sloane, standing there, looking so goddamn beautiful, all sleep rumpled and in my shirt.
“Are you…are you okay?” she asks, looking tentative, scared.
I don’t want her to be scared around me.
I don’t want her to ever feel uncomfortable around me.
Never.
I set the bottle down and hold my hand out to her. She walks up to me, takes it, and I pull her down on my lap where she faces me and straddles my legs. I rest my hands on her waist and lean my head back, staring at her beautiful face.
Her hands smooth up my chest and she quietly asks, “What’s going on? Why are you drinking at three in the morning?”
I slide her shirt up so my hands rest on her bare hips, and I drag my thumbs over her hip bones. I wet my lips, letting my eyes focus on her mouth.
“Hudson…talk to me.”
That’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to act.
I reach over and grab the bottle of scotch and take a sip. Staring at her, I bring the bottle to her mouth. To my surprise, she takes it and tips it back. Cutely she shivers as the liquid flows down her throat. She hands back the bottle, and I take one more sip before setting it back down.
On a sigh, I take the hem of her shirt in my hands and tug it up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to me.
I know I shouldn’t.
I really fucking shouldn’t have her like this, but hell if I can stop myself.
Everything in my life is unbalanced. Nothing feels right. I’m about to lose everything, and the only reassurance, the only good thing I have going on for me right now, is this woman.
My wife. My temporary wife. But the woman I have shared far more with than anyone else. I gave her my fears, my darkness. But now, now I need her. Just her. “You don’t want to talk, do you?” she asks, leaning forward.
“No,” I say, moving my hands up her sides.
“Then use me,” she says and presses a kiss to my neck.
“No,” I say as her lips work up to my jaw.
“Use me, Hudson.” Her fingers dig into my skin, and she rocks her pussy over my hardening length .
“I can’t,” I say as my hands round over her ass and squeeze.
Fuck.
She’s so perfect.
Her body, her willingness, her need.
Her mouth moves up to my ear as her hand travels down between us and slips under the waistband of my briefs. I don’t even get a second to stop her before she grips my cock and whispers, “Use. Me.”
And just like that, my will snaps.
The issues with my dad.
The business I’m trying to hang on to.
My promise to Jude to protect Sloane.
It all fades to black because it’s all going to implode anyway.
The business will be my father’s; Jude and the Cane brothers will never be able to trust me again. The only thing I have is this woman, offering herself freely to me, so I allow myself to indulge.
To take.
To give in to what I’ve been holding back on for so long.
I grip the back of her head, pull her in close, and bring my mouth to her neck, where I kiss along the column, nibbling and tasting.
“Yes, baby,” she says, her hand floating into my hair, where she tugs on the short strands. “Use me, Hudson.”
That spurs me on as my mouth peppers kisses along her jaw to the spot just below her ear as she reaches down and starts to stroke me.
“Fuck,” I grumble and lift her up out of the chair. Her legs wrap around my waist, and with my mouth doing a number on her neck, I carry her back into the hotel room and straight to the bedroom, where I toss her on the bed. Her hair fans out against the mattress as I push my briefs down and take my cock out. Staring at her, I start stroking myself as she spreads her legs and moves her hand over her pussy. She presses two fingers to her clit while pinching her nipple at the same time.
Her mouth falls open as she gasps and then smiles, because she knows she’s driving me crazy. She knows I love watching her touch herself.
Eyes on me, she again says, “Use me.” And then she spreads her legs wide, showing me that beautiful pussy.
My mouth waters.
I need a taste.
I’ve been wanting one for so goddamn long. And right now, what could I really lose? I’m losing it all anyway; I might as well enjoy myself. Especially with my beautiful and very willing wife in front of me.
I grip her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed before I fall to my knees, spread her, and place my mouth right between her legs. I part her with my thumbs and slide my tongue along her slick clit.
“Oh my God,” she yells as her chest lifts up.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as her taste sits on my tongue. I look up at her, my mind going feral as I move back in and start lapping at her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
I stroke, letting her hard clit rub against my tongue.
I nibble with my lips, enjoying the way she thrashes against me.
I flatten my tongue, taking slow, steady strokes until I can feel her pulse against my mouth.
“Fuck…fuck,” she says, her chest heaving, her hands finding my hair. She tugs on the short strands. “More, Hudson. Right there.”
I take the point of my tongue and focus just on her clit, flicking back and forth in short strokes, soaking in every last second, not letting an ounce of her arousal slip past me.
“Fuck me. Oh my God, fuck, Hudson, ahhh, I’m…fuck. I’m close.”
I’ve never heard a woman swear like her, and it’s intoxicating. I love seeing her unravel. I love that she’s unraveling because of me. That I’m the one doing this to her, causing her to feel such freedom.
“So close. Oh my God, right there. Right there, Hudson. Fuck…” Her mouth parts open, her body stills, and then with one more flick, she starts sh attering beneath me, her body convulsing as she moans so loudly that I’m pretty sure the people in the lobby can hear us. “Oh fuck,” she mumbles, and then slowly comes back down to earth.
I lean back and wipe at my mouth, loving that I can still smell her all over my face.
I stand from the floor and grip my cock and start pumping because, Jesus, I need relief. With her still on my tongue, I feel high as shit. She sits up on the bed, watching me, then wets her lips before pulling me down on the bed. She moves between my legs, forces me to let go of my dick, and then drags her palms over my thighs, spreading my legs wider.
My cock twitches in anticipation as she moves her mouth toward it, but instead of going straight to where I ache the most, she kisses my stomach, my legs, my inner thighs, and then her mouth moves to my balls where she lightly starts licking them.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I drag out as precum graces the tip of my dick.
She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder, and slowly works her tongue up to the base of my shaft.
“Shit,” I say, leaning back on my elbows.
She circles around the base, flicking her tongue, molding her lips along the tight skin, and works her way up, inch by inch, never giving me exactly what I need, just teasing me until I’m fucking crazy. She said she was good at this, but good is not the right adjective. She’s phenomenal.
When she reaches the spot just at the base of the tip, she doesn’t move any farther. She plays there, kissing, sucking the skin, flicking her tongue, driving me so fucking mad that my cock is twitching every time she makes a move.
“Baby, fuck…” My hips shift, my dick trying to find relief. “Suck me,” I say in desperation.
A smile passes over her lips, and she rounds her tongue over the head.
Around and around, making my body feel fucking numb but never fully giving me what I crave .
“Jesus,” I say as I thread my hand through her hair. “Suck me, Sloane.” I tug on her hair, causing her to gasp, but then an even larger smile passes over her lips…as she disobeys and moves her mouth back down, right to my balls as she pulls them into her mouth. “Uhhhhh, motherfucker,” I say as I fall back to the bed. “Fuck.” I press my hands to my face, my legs starting to shake. “Fucking suck me,” I nearly yell.
She drags her tongue up my length, right to the tip, before bringing me deep into her mouth.
Fucking finally.
“Yesss, baby. Yes, suck me hard.”
I look up and watch her cheeks hollow as she sucks me so goddamn hard that my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Too good. Shit. Too fucking good.”
I thrust my hips up just as she comes down over my cock, and I hit the back of her throat, making her gag. But like the good fucking girl that she is, she doesn’t stop—she keeps sucking and sucking while her hand gently massages my balls.
It’s the best fucking feeling, so damn good that I thrust up with her sucking, my hips out of control. I’m unable to stop. I want that release. I need that release and just as I feel my balls draw up, my orgasm right on the edge, she pulls away, letting my cock fall from her mouth to my stomach.
“Sloane,” I say, out of breath. “Keep going.”
She shakes her head and then moves up my body. “I said use me.”
“I’m using your goddamn mouth.”
She slides her hand up my stomach and whispers, “Use my cunt. If you want your release…then use me.”
Growling out of frustration, I flip her to her back, push her up the bed, and move between her legs. I bring my cock to her entrance and her eyes immediately shut as her lips pull together, her tits jutted up.
“Eyes on me,” I snap .
She gazes up at me as she says, “What?”
“I want those eyes on me when I enter you.”
She nods, holds her breath, and brings her knees up to her chest, holding them as I position myself at her entrance. Her eyes stay on mine as, inch by inch, I enter her.
“Fuck,” I growl at just how perfect she feels. The moment I get one hit, that’s all it takes—I feel what it’s like to be inside of her, and I know there’s no way in hell I’m going back.
Ever. This is too fucking good.
Too warm.
Too tight.
Too goddamn amazing.
I slide in more and more until I’m all the way in, with nowhere else to go.
Her eyes are wide, her mouth parted, and she’s struggling to breathe as she takes all of me.
“Deep breaths, Sloane. Deep breaths.”
I breathe with her so she can sense the cadence, and when she matches her breath with mine, I cup her delicious tits for the first time, trying to get her to relax more, despite desperately needing to drive into her.
“These tits, fuck.” I suck her nipple between my teeth.
“Oh my God,” she says while squeezing her legs around me. “Yes, Hudson.”
She tugs on my hair, and I move over to her other breast, getting lost in the feel, in how soft she is. How warm. How utterly perfect she is for my body.
I squeeze her breasts together and round my tongue around her nipples, then suck her nipples past my lips, causing her inner walls to contract around me.
“Yes, Hudson.” Pleased, I release her breasts and slowly start pumping my hips. Her eyes connect with mine, and as I move in and out of her, a smile starts passing over her lips. “Harder,” she says, clearly comfortable now. “Use me harder.”
I grip her neck just tight enough as I piston my hips inside her. Her hands encircle my wrists, and she keeps me there, staring up at me, her beautiful lips parted.
At the sight in front of me, I lose control. I let loose. I hold nothing back as I pound into her. Stroke after stroke, getting lost in the feel of her tight pussy, sucking me in.
It’s so fucking good.
Nothing has been better.
No one has been better.
It’s everything I thought it would be with her, and with every thrust, I feel my body becoming more and more addicted. Needing another hit, begging for more.
“So tight.” My eyes find hers. “This cunt is mine. Got it?”
She nods, wetting her lips.
“No one else. This cunt…is…mine.”
I thrust my hips so hard, she scoots up the bed.
Another thrust, we’re up to the headboard.
One more and I have to pin her in place by the neck a little more, but not too much that she can’t breathe.
Her cries filter through the room, her heels dig into my back. “So close,” she says and I can feel her tightening around me. “Right…there.” And then, with her eyes set on me, she whispers, “Fill me with your cum.”
It’s what pushes me over the edge. It only takes a few more strokes before she cries out my name, shattering beneath me and convulsing around my cock. It takes me two more strokes as my limbs go numb and my cock swells right before I spill into her.
“Fuck…me!” I cry out as I dump into her. “Fuck.” I breathe heavily and loosen my hold on her neck as I lean my head forward, pressing our foreheads together .
She grips my cheeks, looking into my eyes. And then, gently, she lifts and kisses me on the nose.
I let out a heavy breath and do the same, gently placing a kiss on her nose.
She stares up at me, those soulful eyes that weaken me, looking for so much more. And I know I shouldn’t, I should pull away now, but fuck, I can’t. Not when she’s filled with me, not when we’re this close…
I hover over her, my mouth lingering. I kiss her on the nose one more time and then lower my mouth to hers and, for the first fucking time since I’ve laid eyes on this woman, I match my lips with hers, kissing her gently.
She inhales, a sharp hitch in her breath before she sinks in and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer.
And I fall.
I fall into her embrace.
Into the way she works her mouth over mine.
Into the haze this woman puts me in.
I get lost.
I get high.
Within minutes, I feel the fissure form in my heart because this is different.
I’ve shared far more of myself with this woman than any other.
This is different than any kiss I’ve ever experienced before. It feels so real. Deep. Meaningful.
It brings comfort.
She does that.
And as she tightens her hold on me, I know for certain that nothing will ever be the same again.
There are too many feelings to label.
This moment, this is life-changing.