Chapter 21
He didn’t make a big deal of us moving through the clubhouse from the roof, but I ducked my head just the same.
I didn’t want to look at anyone. I would get cold feet if someone made an unwanted comment.
I didn’t want people knowing what was going on between us.
I still wasn’t sure myself. I’d been the one to make the first move this time.
In that moment, staring at him across the roof, he had looked like the boy I once knew and I’d been desperate to feel something, like the person I used to be, the strong, determined Waverley who knew what she wanted out of life and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
The girl who fought back through trauma and heartbreak and made something of herself.
I wanted Hudson more than I ever wanted anyone in my life.
Realizing I was free to take it, that there was nothing making me unavailable, I’d taken those steps towards him.
Declan briefly crossed my mind, but I shut the door on those thoughts.
I may not have seen him in person to physically end things, but he knew it was over.
The moment I sat down next to Hudson and put my lips to his, all thoughts of anything but the feel of him pressing against me went completely silent.
I heard someone say something to Hudson as we passed, but I kept my eyes on his lower back, on the club logo across the back of his cut.
He didn’t stop to make small talk, and I knew people could see how he was towing me along.
Our hands joined. The cool air outside hit me as he left the building and walked to the old lady’s house.
Neither of us spoke, not even when he opened the door like he’d done it a hundred times before, or when he led me up the stairs, already knowing which room I was staying in, which I shouldn’t be surprised about.
We passed Lily on the stairs. She was coming out of her room and paused when she saw us, her eyes widening at the determination on Hudson’s face. She wisely kept quiet and ducked her head as we rounded to the second-floor staircase.
I was going to be dealing with questions tomorrow, but right now, all I cared about was the man tugging me into my room, slamming the door and locking it, then grabbing my hips and pushing me against the wall.
He was hard again. I could feel him pressing against me and I moaned at the touch.
He grinned, knowing what he was doing to me.
“Stop it, cocky asshole,” I mumbled.
“We both know that ain’t happening,” he said, glancing behind him.
He started kissing me as he walked me backwards until we were in the bathroom.
He pressed me against the counter and pulled at my clothes.
I let him strip me. He was mindless in his task, and I watched, fascinated at his body as he got himself naked too.
My eyes ran over his strong shoulders and chest, the tattoos that lined his body, both new and old, but he didn’t give me a chance to ogle him.
My body melted as he palmed my ass, pulling me into him. I placed my fingertips on his cheek, then slipped my hand back to comb through his hair.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
He raised his eyes to mine, and I swear he was looking right into my soul. “What’s happening is I’m going to have my cock buried deep inside of you, like I should have been for the last five years.”
My heart thumped hard against my chest at those words. What did he mean? Was it just lust? Did he mean he had never stopped wanting me? Or was he just talking about this? Sex?
What would happen tomorrow? Would he come to his senses and realize he hated me? Did I hate him? His fingers dipped between my legs, stroking me as his lips nibbled my neck, then his breath was hot against my ear.
“I’m going to show you that you were always meant to be mine.”
I couldn’t have responded, even if I wanted to, because his tongue plundered my mouth.
He took me into the shower and half-heartedly washed the two of us while feeling up every part of me.
Hudson fucked me from behind against the shower wall, the cold tiles against my front while his warm, hard body was at my back.
He was bare again, neither of us verbalizing that we weren’t using protection.
I should have been worried, but I was sure Hudson had always been careful.
I always used a condom, and I had the implant, so pregnancy wasn’t in the cards.
I didn’t linger on those thoughts, though, not when he was fucking me to within an inch of my life.
He cleaned me up again after we both came and took me to my bed, where he pinned me down and ate me out like I was his last meal. I was like a rag doll by the time he crawled his way back up to me, kissing me deeply, his fingers running through my hair, catching in the wet tangles from the shower.
I couldn’t remember feeling this replete and worn out after sex, but Hudson had never done anything by halves, and it was obvious he was determined to make me forget any other guy I’d ever been with. He succeeded. Big time.
I’d never had sex like this before, and not just because he knew what he was doing, where to hit me to make the pleasure to the point of unbearable, or that he was relentless in his mission to make me come multiple times.
There was more to it than that and no matter how much I told myself this was nothing more to either of us than an itch we needed to scratch, the connection I felt to him wasn’t going away.
I no longer believed in destiny, or fate, but once upon a time, Hudson was my soulmate. The only person I would ever love.
I only just realized he still had my heart.
He was nuzzling and kissing my neck. I could feel the pull of his lips against my skin, aware he was marking me, but I was too tired to stop him.
He pushed up so that his elbows were on either side of my head, his face was higher than mine, the crown of his head almost touching the headboard, but he lowered his forehead and pressed it to mine, making it impossible to see anything but him.
Was he going to leave? I wasn’t sure what it would do to me if he got up and left right now. Hudson had more or less made it clear he wasn’t the guy who stuck around afterwards, but I wanted this to be different. My needy, foolish little heart wanted him to stay with me.
“I know you don’t want to be here,” he said, staring into my eyes.
“Coming back here was never in your plans but fuck, Wave… I have never wanted someone the way I want you and after this,” he stroked a finger down my cheek, across the angle of my jaw and down to the center of my throat where my pulse was kicking up.
His entire hand spread over my neck, but he didn’t grip me. There was no pressure. He was placing it there, letting me know how he felt about keeping me beneath him while he spoke.
“You’re mine. Do you understand me?”
Anger flared at his words but underlying that was the satisfaction of knowing I owned him too, just as much as he was proclaiming his ownership. I was still so confused about where my future lay, but I could accept this.
He was still semi-hard, and I was expecting him to take me again, but he rolled off me, holding and turning me until my back wedged against his chest, his huge hand over my hip and pressed against my stomach, keeping me close to him.
Once he had me where he wanted me, he pulled the covers over us and breathed into my hair.
“Get some sleep,” he told me. His next words sent a thrill of anticipation and need through me that I should have argued against but wanted with every fiber of my being. “You’re gonna need it.”
It was me who took the initiative in the morning. The sun was shining in through the curtains we had neglected to close last night. He was lying on his back, one hand shoved under the pillow beneath him, the other on his hip, the sheets scrunched around his waist.
He’d always been lean and muscular, but now he looked stronger, bigger, and so peaceful in his sleep.
My eyes followed the trail of hair beneath his belly button that disappeared under the blanket.
I couldn’t help it. My hand slipped down and over his already hard dick, gliding up and down nudging away the blanket so I could watch what I was doing, marveling at the size of him as he hardened even more.
He groaned, and I tilted my head up to see him watching me, a slow grin on his lips. “Taking advantage of me, Waverley?”
“Yes,” I said, moving my hand harder, making him suck in a harsh breath.
If he thought that was all that was happening right now, he was wrong.
I sat up, swinging a leg over to straddle him.
He watched with that infuriating, smug expression, but I ignored it and took my pleasure, lowering down on to him.
He lay still, letting me do all the work until we were both panting and desperate for release. Then he rolled up and grabbed hold of my hips, pulling and pushing me until we both exploded. Hudson pulled me to him, and I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, holding him against me.
“I could get used to waking up like that,” he said into my neck. “That hot pussy riding my cock.”
I bit his shoulder and leaned back to look at his laughing face.
It made my breath catch, seeing him looking so carefree and…
happy. And young. Sometimes I forgot he was the same age as me.
War and Hudson seemed older somehow. His hands squeezed my waist, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of shouting penetrated our little bubble.
Angry male voices shouting back and forth. It wouldn’t normally be an issue, but this sounded different.
“What the hell?” he lifted me off him and climbed off the bed, walking to the window. He didn’t seem to care he was naked and anyone looking up at the window would see him.