Heartbreaker (Havenbrook #3)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HUDSON

I woke to Kenna’s ass nestled right up against my groin and her breast filling my palm. Without thought, I squeezed the soft flesh, my thumb stroking over her pebbled nipple.

It was still dark out, though no longer pitch black. Predawn hours and definitely too early to get up, but something had woken me from a dream. A dream in which Kenna had been rocking into me, begging me to fuck her from behind.

It’d seemed so real, and now I knew why—because I’d been acting it out in real life. Had even managed to slip my hand under the shirt she still wore so we were skin on skin.

Goddamn.

As much as I wanted nothing more than to memorize the exact size and shape of her breasts by feel alone, I wasn’t a fucking creep, and I certainly wasn’t going to do this without her consent.

I eased my hips back, lifting to pull my hand away, when she reached up, interlocking our fingers and keeping my palm right where it was.

“Hud…” she breathed, her hips rocking back into me, seeking the friction I’d taken away.

It may have been a long time since we’d been together, but my body still remembered what she liked. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting lightly, as I pressed up against her, no longer trying to hide the painful erection nestled against her ass.

“Tell me you’re awake,” I whispered into her neck, my voice rough and desperate.

“Awake and wet as hell, thanks to you.”

“ Jesus , Kenna. You gonna let me feel?” I brushed an openmouthed kiss against her shoulder, pushing aside the wide neck of her T-shirt with my jaw.

She hummed, shimmying her bottom against me in invitation. I abandoned her breast, sliding our interlocked hands down her abdomen and pausing when I got to the band of her panties. Running my fingers along the top, I gave her a chance to stop me, all the while silently begging she didn’t.

“Do it,” she said, granting my unspoken wish, and I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens.

I slipped our hands into her panties, groaning against her neck when I felt the soft, smooth wetness of her pussy. Swiping my finger straight up her seam, I swirled lazy circles around her clit. “Christ, you are wet. This all for me?”

Her breathing increased, her hand squeezing mine as I moved unhurriedly against her. “You know it is. Don’t be cocky.”

Huffing out a laugh, I pressed my lips to her ear. Sex with Kenna had been phenomenal, yes, but it’d also been…fun. We’d managed to blow each other’s minds while also making each other laugh.

“I think I earned the right to be cocky, considering the state of your pussy.” I followed her unspoken order, the slight push against my hand urging me lower.

As soon as I slipped a finger inside her, she let loose a low moan, and I joined her when she detangled our fingers and moved hers up to press against her clit.

“Fuck, Kenna, you’re gonna kill me.”

Unable to move my fingers inside her like I wanted—like I knew she wanted—I pulled away only long enough to hook her leg over mine, opening her wide for me.

Sliding my hand back to her center, I mirrored her strokes against her clit, joining her fingers until she was moaning loud enough to wake every animal sharing the Ridge with us. Only then did I move my hand down and slip my fingers into her again, pumping slowly even as she rocked her hips against me, urgency underlying her every movement.

“What do you need?” I asked, knowing damn well what it was but wanting desperately to hear the words from her.

Not only was it hot as hell for her to ask for exactly what she wanted, but I needed to make sure she was doing this with a clear mind. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her that last night. I was all in, but I’d be damned if I fucked her before she was.

“Faster. Oh God, faster.” Her perfect ass rocked against me, the lush curves sliding against my painful erection.

“Not yet.”

“ Yes yet. Now.” She reached down, abandoning her clit as she gripped my wrist, trying to guide my movement into her body.

“Uh uh,” I said, not increasing the slow pump of my fingers, my mouth actually watering over the thought of tasting her again.

That’d have to wait—at least until it was warm enough for her to lie on top of the sleeping bag, because there was no way my 6’4” ass was going to be able to stuff myself down there.

“You forget how wet you need to be to take all of me? Gotta make sure this pussy is slippery as hell, and since I can’t get my mouth on you right now, my fingers are gonna have to do the torture.”

She groaned, tossing her head back against my chest. “It is torture. God, Hud, I’m wet enough.”

“Not for my cock, you’re not. Does that mean you don’t want it?”

Her hips still rocked against my hand, trying to urge me faster. “You know I do,” she breathed.

There it was—the words I’d wanted to hear. That she was on board with this. Was as desperate for me as I was for her.

“Then be quiet and let me do my thing.”

“Your thing is drivin’ me crazy.”

I slipped another finger inside her, a low rumble pouring from my chest at the feel of her. So tight and warm. “No, my thing is makin’ you come.”

“Oh God, yes, please. Do it.”

Her liquid heat soaked my fingers as I pumped them into her, stretching her to take me. Slowly, I increased my pace, my thumb sneaking up to strum her clit since she’d abandoned it.

Instead, she dug her fingernails into my wrist, her head tilted back against my chest. It was just light enough inside the tent to make out her parted lips, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, she was gorgeous, all wanton and needy. For me. For what I could give her.

I propped myself up on my elbow and urged her to twist partially onto her back, just far enough that she was spread out beneath me and I had access to her breasts. With my nose, I inched the cotton up her torso, desperate to feel her rosy peaks against my tongue.

With an impatient huff, she arched against me and whipped her shirt over her head, the move pushing her pussy down hard on my fingers. “ Yes . Just like that.”

Our mouths met in a hungry slide of lips and tongue, harsh moans shared in the space between us as I pumped my fingers into her harder, faster. Just as desperate for her to come as she was.

“C’mon, Kenna. Let me feel you,” I said, scraping my teeth lightly down her neck. Over her breasts. I flicked my tongue over one tight peak, then the other. Sucking the bud into my mouth for a deep, long pull. With a pop, I released it, blowing cool air across it. “Soak my fingers so I can slide nice and easy inside this pussy and fuck you so good.”

“ Hudson .” She said my name on a sob, her entire body tightening up, her back bowing off the ground before she broke, her body sagging as she pulsed around my fingers.

“That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers, groaning at the eagerness of her tongue. At how she still rocked her hips against me, driving my fingers deep even as waves from her orgasm continued to squeeze me.

“I want you,” she said through panting breaths. “Inside me.”

Christ if those five words hadn’t been the soundtrack to my fantasies all these years. I’d dreamed of her saying it to me and almost worried that was exactly what this was.

But in my dreams, I never thought about shedding my clothes—which I did with impressive speed, along with her panties. Or donning a condom—which I grabbed from my pack and quickly rolled down my shaft. Or making sure the chill wasn’t too much for her—which I ensured as I pulled the sleeping bag up and settled in behind her.

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You sure?”

“God, yes,” she said without hesitation, one hand reaching behind to clutch my neck, the other gripping my ass and pulling me close.

I lifted her leg over mine again, spreading her wide before gripping my length to run through her wetness. Lowering my cock to her opening, I pushed forward and sank inside. Her heat surrounded me, her walls gripping me like a fist, and I nearly lost my ever-loving mind at the sensation.

“Holy fuck , Kenna.”

I wanted to press pause so I could stop and bask in the moment. In the feel of her wrapped so tight and hot around me. In the way her perfect little ass sat snug to my groin, tucked just right against me, or how her breast fit my hand like it was made for my palm.

But there was no pausing this. Not when her welcoming heat called me inside, and I was completely lost to it—to her—thrusting hard and fast over and over and over again.

“Hudson.” She dug her fingers into my skin, urging me faster. “Oh my God.”

“You feel like fucking heaven, you know that?” I sank my teeth into her shoulder, needing to mark her. Needing to have a visual reminder of exactly what we’d done. “How have I gone without this for ten years? It’s been too long…too long.”

She whimpered in response, turning her head back to capture my lips with hers as our bodies rocked in unison. Twining my tongue with hers, I snaked my hand down her body until I reached her pussy, then split my fingers on either side of her clit and captured it between them. I played with the pressure and speed, learning a new way of getting her off. Hardening even further inside her with every catch of her breath and every moan that passed her lips.

When she came, her body arched against me, her mouth open under my parted lips as I inhaled her moaned release, I decided if that was all I did the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

I wanted to fucking live inside this woman. Wanted to spend my days wrapped around her and my nights learning every inch of her. The sunny parts she showed everyone, as well as every shadowy corner she kept to herself. I wanted to know all of it. Wanted to be the only one who did.

As I came with a soft groan into her mouth, my cock pulsing deep inside her, I knew the short time I had left in Havenbrook wasn’t enough. Not when she was here—my perfect counterpart. My ideal match.

It would never, ever be enough.