Chapter 16
HUDSON
Iwas laying it on thick and she was taking it like a champ.
I kept expecting her to tell me to fuck off.
The old Natalie was pretty straitlaced. The woman sitting across from me was giving as good as I gave.
With just our banter, I was halfway to where I wasn’t going to be able to stand up.
I was probably pushing the boundaries, but I wanted to know just how far she was willing to go.
“Want to go for a walk?” I asked her after we had finished our meals and had been lingering over our drinks.
I got the impression she wasn’t all that eager to end our date.
I knew I was not ready to go home. As much as I wanted to take her back to my place and have my way with her lush body, something told me that was not the right move with her.
I didn’t want to scare her off. Oddly enough, for the first time in forever, I wasn’t interested in a one and done situation.
If I rushed this, she might think that was all this was.
“A walk sounds nice,” she replied.
I paid the bill and we walked back to the same beach I had enjoyed the other night. “I can’t believe kids don’t party down here anymore,” I said as we walked along the sand.
She was carrying her shoes in her hand while I held her other one.
If any of my guys on the team saw me strolling along the beach under the moonlight while holding a woman’s hand, they would laugh their asses off.
This was not exactly my usual game. But this wasn’t a game.
I didn’t want to play. I wanted to explore the idea of an actual relationship.
“The cops cracked down pretty hard,” she replied. “They still party, but they’ve gotten a little smarter and have moved out of town and earshot to party.” She stopped walking and pointed up ahead. “See.”
“Is that a fire?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “They’re in the cove.”
“That’s dangerous,” I warned.
“I’m sure they are aware of the tide. I’ve seen them down here before.”
“Do you come down here a lot?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t say a lot, but when I have time, I do like to come down and enjoy the quiet,” she replied. “This is where you used to throw your wild parties.”
“I wouldn’t say I threw the parties,” I said with a laugh. “We all kind of just ended up here.”
“Not me,” she said.
“What do you mean, not you?” I asked.
“I did not attend your parties on the beach,” she said.
“Yes, you did,” I insisted.
“Nope,” she replied. “I was not one of the cool kids. I did not get the invite. I would occasionally spy on all of you down here drinking and having a great time, but I never participated.”
“That’s a damn shame,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “You ran in different circles. Besides, I was always in the garage working on my dad’s boat. After he died, the last thing I wanted to do was hang out on a beach with a bunch of drunk teens who thought they were invincible.”
“Everyone should be young and dumb at least once in their life,” I said.
“I was young and dumb,” she said with a laugh. “I just didn’t have as many witnesses as the rest of you.”
“That’s unfortunate,” I teased. “I would love to have something to blackmail you with.”
“I suppose there is something to be said for being the quiet girl that avoided the antics,” she said. “I don’t have any skeletons.”
“I don’t think I have any skeletons.”
“I caught you a couple of times,” she announced.
“Caught me doing what?” I asked. “I don’t remember you catching me doing anything.”
“Because you never knew I was there,” she said with a laugh.
“What did you catch me doing?” I asked again.
I was intrigued. I wasn’t claiming to be an innocent kid.
I had pushed the boundaries. I was all about living as much as I could while I could.
I always knew I was going into the military.
I knew I was going to be locked down pretty tight, which was why I tried to get in as much living as I could.
“Remember Becky?” she asked.
I searched the memory banks and came up blank. “I don’t, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me I should remember her.”
“She was my friend in school,” she explained. “She was a year older than I was, a sophomore when you were a senior. She had a crush on you.”
“You didn’t?” I teased.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know every girl in town wanted you,” she said with a laugh. “I wasn’t completely immune to your charms. But Becky, well, she was determined to have you.”
I was afraid this story was going somewhere that made her mad at me. “And did she?”
We stopped walking and both sat down on the beach. “She says you guys didn’t go all the way. I knew she liked you and I had no reason to be jealous, but I was a little. It was made worse because I saw the two of you together.”
I cringed and tried to think of a way to save this thing. “I’m afraid to ask,” I said. “You have to know, I had no idea about you.”
“It’s fine. You wouldn’t notice me. I would have no idea what to do with a guy like you back then. I was fourteen and very virginal. You were not.”
“I think my reputation was greatly exaggerated,” I said in defense.
“Someone sounds a little guilty and embarrassed,” she joked.
“I don’t know how exaggerated it was, but I did see you and Becky making out.
You guys were outside the movie theater.
You had her pushed against the wall in the alley.
Back then, I thought it was gross. Your tongues were all over the place.
I decided then you were no longer my dream boyfriend. ”
I groaned and dropped my head. “I can only imagine what you saw. I promise, whatever you witnessed back then is the old me. I would like to think I’m a little less sloppy.”
“You think?” she said with a laugh. “You seemed to have a pretty good idea about what you were doing. I asked Becky about it the next day.”
“Fuck,” I groaned again. “Why do I feel like I’m doomed before I even get started?”
“She said you were a good kisser, but she had better.”
“You’re enjoying this,” I said with a laugh. “You’re trying to remind me how awful I was.”
“Not at all,” she said. “I bet I could have learned a lot more about the birds and bees if I followed you around. Instead, I had to find out the hard way.”
“As in?”
“You know, kiss a million frogs and all that,” she said. “Some of the guys I’ve kissed truly did feel like kissing frogs.”
“I might be a frog in many ways, but I guarantee you, when I kiss you, you’re not going to be thinking about frogs,” I said.
“I know.”
“You know?” I questioned.
“You don’t remember the kiss?” she whispered.
I smiled and scooted just a little closer to her. “I think I might need a reminder.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and I made my move.
I kissed her, keeping it pretty chaste at first while I read her response.
Her hand reached to the back of my head and she pulled me closer.
That was the brightest green light I’d ever seen.
I gently pushed, lowering her to the sand with me rising over her.
My tongue dueled with hers. I knew damn well my kissing had improved from the days of my youth.
She moaned into my mouth, telling me she was enjoying the kiss.
Her hands slid down my back and to my ass.
She pulled me closer, positioning me over her body with her knees dropping open.
I supported my weight on my elbows while kissing her.
Her hands slid under my shirt with her nails scraping over my back.
I flinched with the shock and pleasure of her touch.
Her body was so soft and supple under mine.
I wanted nothing more than to plunge deep inside her.
I craved to know what her pussy would feel like welcoming me into her.
I rocked my hips, rubbing my erection against her.
She gasped and pulled her mouth from mine.
She was breathing hard while she writhed under me.
I dropped my mouth to her neck and sucked at the flesh that smelled like strawberries and vanilla.
I wanted to devour her. Her hands were rubbing and kneading my back.
I could feel how much she wanted me. I could have her right on the beach.
I forced myself to slow down, take a step back, and savor the moment.
I slid off her and reached for the hem of her dress.
I hiked it up her thighs before slipping my hand between her legs. I found her wet and wanting.
I slipped my fingers under the thin fabric of her damp panties. “You’re wet for me,” I whispered against her lips.
She moaned in response.
“That’s what I like,” I murmured.
She shuddered under my touch. I ever so lightly ran my fingertip over her clit. Her body jerked and stiffened. “Relax,” I said. “I promise I’m very good at this.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
I had a feeling she would agree to just about anything in that moment.
I toyed with her clit before slipping one finger inside the pussy I knew would be tight and wet.
Her hand moved into my hair, tugging and pulling at the short strands.
I continued to pluck at her with practiced perfection.
I loved listening to the sounds of a woman being pleasured, but with Natalie, it was an entirely different experience.
She wasn’t faking it. She wasn’t overacting.
I felt how much she liked what I was doing.
It made me feel powerful and like a king. I ruled over her body.
“I want you to come for me,” I said with my lips pressed against her ear. “You can be loud, but not too loud. Let me hear how good it feels.”
“Hudson,” she moaned.
“Come, my little sprite,” I demanded.
I pushed in a second finger and got exactly what I had been hoping for.
Her body broke open with her juices flooding my fingers.
Her body writhed and bucked. I kissed her with such intensity I managed to cut my lip a little.
My cock was so hard I was worried I would lose control and blow my wad in my jeans.
With her body still spasming, I pulled away and rolled to my back. I was breathing so hard it hurt. She reached for me and tried to pull me back. “We should go,” I said. “It’s late.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, yeah, totally.”
She quickly pushed the dress down and jumped to her feet. I was certain she was going to bolt. I jumped up and pulled her against me. I kissed her until I felt her surrender once again. “Come with me to my sister’s party on Saturday.”
“What?”
“She’s throwing the fortieth anniversary party for the pub,” I said. “Come with me. Be my date.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure,” I said.
“Um, yeah, okay.” She shrugged.
“Are you good?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “A little tired. We should probably get home.”
I walked her to her front door. She was about to go inside when I stopped her. “Where are you going so fast?” I asked. “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”
She smiled. “If you want one.”
“I want a lot more than a fucking kiss, but it will have to do for now.”
I kissed her, keeping it brief before pushing her inside.
I walked away before I was tempted to knock on the door and demand to be let in.
I couldn’t rush this. Not to mention, I had never wanted a woman as much as I had wanted her on the beach.
It had been a long time since I fucked. There was a lot of built-up tension in me.
I didn’t want to scare the woman off. I had to ease into this. Even if it killed me.