Chapter 23 #2
Hudson came into the room behind Warren.
His eyes went straight to me, and I was slightly shocked when I saw the same look in his eyes as Warren gave Con.
I ducked my head but kept looking at his face.
I didn’t think he would be so blatantly open about it.
After the day I got hurt, where he publicly claimed me and no doubt caused Tanya to lose her shit, he’d kept things on the down low.
“You heard then?” Warren indicated the TV as he thanked Lily for bringing him a bottle of beer.
“Your friend did a good job,” I told him.
“She isn’t finished yet,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She’s already had contact with more women.”
“Already?”
“It’s not like we didn’t think it was a possibility. In fact, it’s what we wanted.” He frowned. “That came out wrong.”
“I know what you mean,” I said. “So they can get justice.”
He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Okay,” he switched off the sadness. “This is a celebration, Rosa! Where’s the rest of the booze?”
“Over at the clubhouse,” she said dryly. “Don’t you boys think you can be coming in here to our place just because the fourth in your little quadrangle is here.”
“You love having us here. It’s an honor and a privilege,” Connor told her solemnly, then burst out laughing. “I’ll even go get the beer!” he sang out as he left the room to go to the kitchen.
Warren walked to Rosa and hugged her to him. It was something he did a lot, I noticed, and I smiled, enjoying seeing this side of my brother. “We want it to just be us tonight,” he told her. “Celebrate this win in private.”
Rosa glanced at me and nodded. But then glared at all three men. “You make a mess, you clean it up. And no loud music. There are kids around and Lana is due to pop in the next week or two.”
“Right, you are boss,” Warren saluted her.
Rosa left a few minutes after that and Lily an hour later.
Cassie stayed though, and we all reminisced about growing up in the club.
Cassie told us amusing stories about some clients she had represented in the past, and Connor kept us cracking up with his jokes.
Hudson loosened up once it was just the five of us and sat next to me with his arm around my shoulders.
For once, I felt like I was where I belonged. Surrounded by the people I loved, laughing, and joking and taking the piss out of the Fast & Furious movie Connor put on, ribbing him over his love of the franchise.
Cassie was almost passing out around midnight, so Warren called one of the brothers to drive her home. Connor had turned off the lights for the movie, so when Warren came back after seeing her out, we left them off, just the glow from the hall light illuminating the space.
“How’s your head?” Hudson leaned into me and asked.
“Less pain today,” I answered honestly. He’d only flip if I lied or tried to pass it off. “I had a nap this afternoon too, which is why I’ve stayed up so late with you assholes.”
He relaxed into the couch, and I realized he had wanted to ask me that all night but hadn’t done it in front of everyone.
Despite trying to keep things on the down low, and the embarrassing factor, Hudson was sticking to Medic’s warning of no sex for at least two weeks for me.
He said any strenuous activity or exercise was to be avoided while suffering from concussion and he’d said no sexcapades with barely a straight face.
Hudson had punched him in the arm, hard enough for Medic to threaten him with a scalpel if he did it again.
“You still need to take it easy, though. No more excitement.”
I nodded, deciding not to argue because he was right. I was tired. Across the room, Connor was sitting up on the couch, Warren lying with his head in his lap, Connor’s fingers brushing through his hair. It made me happy that they felt safe enough to let themselves be together freely with us.
“You won’t be smiling like that if they start dry humping in front of us,” Hudson said.
“Your jealousy is showing,” Warren laughed, taking Connor’s hand, and threading their fingers together. “Just because you can’t fuck for a week doesn’t mean we have to abstain.”
“Dude,” I covered my eyes with my fists, trying hard not to remember what I walked in on.
“Big words for a little dick,” Hudson told my brother.
“There ain’t nothing little about this, right Con?”
“Nope, and I got the bruised throat to prove it.”
“Shit, fuck,” Hudson muttered beside me. “Look what you started.”
Connor laughed. “Let’s not forget it was us poor bastards who had to put up with you two eating each other’s faces off when we were kids. You think we didn’t know he was feeling you up every chance he got?”
“Stop,” I whined.
“Yeah, Con,” Hudson said deadpan. “Stop.”
The two of them sniggered from the other side of the room, but they left it alone. Hudson’s fingers stroked the hair at the side of my head, away from the stitches. I closed my eyes as he massaged my temple. His fingers felt like magic.
I jerked awake a little while later when Hudson moved and picked me up. “What?” I asked sleepily, turning to look around.
“You don’t want to do that,” he chuckled. I heard a quiet groan and agreed, squeezing my eyes shut, even though the room was dark now that the TV was off as well. I didn’t want to see what they were doing.
“This is supposed to be my safe space,” I joked.
Hudson peered down at me with a half-smile, remembering how I moaned continuously about public sexual antics.
“Hey, reprobates, remember where you are. We’re going to bed.”
“Night,” Con mumbled and Warren laughed, but the rustling told me they were getting up. They weren’t about to risk being caught.
“Where will they go?” I asked.
“Do we need to worry about them right now?” he asked.
“Guess not,” I grinned. “You know I can walk?”
“I do.”
“So why don’t you let me?”
“Cos I don’t fucking want to. How’s that?”
“Asshole.”
He laughed, and I jostled. But he didn’t deny it.
He only put me down when we reached the bathroom in my room and even then I had to force him outside so I could use the toilet in peace.
I let him back in once I’d washed up and we brushed our teeth side by side.
I kept casting sly glances at him, wondering what was running through his mind.
Did he think this was as strange as I did? Strange in that, it felt right?
"Stop thinking," he said after spitting and rinsing. “You’ll hurt your head.”
“You’re on a roll tonight, aren’t you?”
Before I could protest, he swept me up again. “Jesus, you big caveman. This is unnecessary.”
He took me to bed and stripped me. Before he could tuck me in, I reached down and stroked over his dick, which he’d done a terrible job of hiding while he was taking care of me. He grabbed my wrist and shook his head.
“I want to,” I told him quietly.
“It’s not safe.”
“For me, you can have as many orgasms as you want.”
“Not without you.”
I paused but didn’t let go of him. “That is the sweetest, yet dumbest thing any man has ever said.”
He smirked and shoved my hand away. “I just need you to get better.” He took off his t-shirt and jeans and got into bed next to me. “So I can fuck your brains out without worrying they’ll leak out through your ears.”
“And the moment is ruined,” I grumbled.
“Ssh,” he pulled me against his side. Hudson Kelley was a big cuddler. He’d never admit it.
“Stop shushing me.” I pinched his side, making him flinch. “And let me suck your dick.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been asked quite so nicely,” he laughed.
“I wasn’t asking,” I smarted back at him.
“Really?” he leaned up on one elbow and looked down at me. “You want to suck me off, Wave?”
God, the way he asked that question had my core clenching.
“You think you can let me fuck your mouth and you won’t want something in return?”
“I don’t give to receive.”
“Tell me, Waverley,” he pressed his face to mine, ran his nose up and down the side of mine, then kissed the edge of my mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick my lips. I chased after his lips, but he pulled away. “How wet are you for me right now?”
I flopped on to my back when he gave me a triumphant smile. “I can’t believe I’m begging to suck you off,” I grumbled.
“I can,” he said with a dark laugh. “It was only a matter of time.”
“You aren’t the winner here.” I sat up, looking down at him with his hands behind his head. “Let’s not forget it was you who broke first.”
“Is that so?”
“Er, yeah. I seem to recall you attacking my mouth down on the construction site.”
“Was that what it was…your mouth?”
I blushed and he could see it because the lamp was still on. But he was right. I was so hot for him, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t push him for more. But I was determined to prove he was wrong. So I slid down the bed and pulled away the covers.
“Wave,” he warned.
“Ssh,” I gave him a smirk, then pulled his boxers away from his waist, his dick springing up and slapping his hard stomach.
“Never said I didn’t want you,” he remarked when he saw how I was looking at him like I was the one in the right, holding all the control. “Just that it isn’t a good idea, because if you touch me, I will need to touch you back.”
“Maybe I’ll suck you so good you won’t be able to,” I said, grabbing him and lowering my mouth to lick his tip. I reveled in the hiss that escaped him and the jolt of his hips.
“Sounds like a challenge,” he groaned as I sucked him into my mouth.
“Just sit back and shut the fuck up.”
And he did. And I made him come so hard he lay on the bed panting and hardly able to move.
I curled up next to him. I admit, I was desperate for a release.
I would give anything to roll under him right now, but I would not risk my health.
I could deal with this. It wasn’t like we had gone from zero to a million in less than a week.
I kept telling myself that as I drifted off next to him.