12. Ivory
IVORY
Exhaustion starts to creep in, slow and sneaky.
My eyelids go heavy, fluttering shut, but I blink rapidly each time, fighting sleep.
I don’t want to miss a second of this moment.
I don’t want to give up this feeling of safety, of being here with Hudson and believing, even if it’s for one night, that we’re a normal couple.
Two people in love, who found themselves out in the middle of nowhere on a romantic adventure, and not some rich girl who ran away with her bodyguard.
Whoa. I freeze mid-thought. My eyes are not so heavy anymore as they widen at the realization of the words that came too easy. Did I really just think that?
Love.
It popped into my head so naturally. Something that should feel huge, even terrifying, doesn’t. Instead, it’s simple…effortless. And honestly, when it comes to Hudson and the way he makes me feel, it’s the only word that fits.
I keep trying to pay attention to the movie, to count Hudson’s slow, steady breaths beside me, but my brain won’t stop spinning. All the what-ifs, worst-case scenarios refusing to let go.
On top of all the overthinking, my dad’s face keeps flashing through my mind.
The feeling of knowing that somewhere out there, he’s getting angrier by the second, and all of it is pointed right at Hudson.
The thought of him tracking us down, hurting Hudson to teach a lesson, makes my chest seize up.
I want to ask again whether we’re really safe here, and whether he’s sure no one could have followed us.
But I don’t.
If I did, he’d only hold me tighter and tell me the same thing he always does, “Let him try.”
And with everything in me, I want so badly to believe him. I really do. But that tiny part of me still can’t stop wondering.
I close my eyes for a second, letting the movie fade into the background—gunshots, engines, the low rumble of his voice when he mutters a curse word at something dumb on the screen.
He runs his hand through my hair, and the simple act makes my whole body relax.
I take a deep breath and try to memorize everything in the present: the smell of wood smoke, the roughness of Hudson’s palm against my scalp, and the warmth coming off him.
This time, sleep pulls at me harder, but I resist. I want tonight to last as long as possible. I want to make another memory I can hold on to forever, even if everything falls apart tomorrow.
“You’re knocking out on me,” Hudson murmurs, his mouth pressed to the top of my head, his voice full of affection.
I smile into his shirt, not quite ready to admit how exhausted I really am. “Hmm? No, just resting.”
He chuckles. “We can call it a night. It is getting late. Do you want to go to bed?”
The question is innocent, but something about the way he says it makes my skin tingle.
I nod, but I don’t move right away. I want to stay like this as long as I can.
But when he shifts, stretching, I let him help me up.
His hand finds mine, grounding me as he leads us through the small cabin and down the hallway.
The bedroom is dim. The only light shining is the moon coming through the half-cracked blinds. Hudson lets me walk in first, while he waits in the doorway. I stand by the bed, suddenly shy, hugging myself. He crosses the room in two steps, pulls back the covers, and nods for me to climb in.
I slip under the blankets, heart racing, as my nerves rattle with anticipation and something deeper.
Hudson strips off his shirt and tosses it onto a chair.
Next goes his pants. My breath hitches at the sight of him completely naked; all broad shoulders and hard muscles, scars that run like secrets across his chest. I look down, my eyes landing on his cock.
He’s thick, long, and heavy. The soft, flushed flesh, dark and veiny, juts up from a nest of dark hair.
He’s beautiful.
Dangerous looking.
My mouth instantly goes dry, and the way his eyes flick to my neck, I know he can see the pulse hammering in my throat.
His brown eyes meet mine, and he smiles, sweet but wicked, before sliding in beside me.
For a moment, we let ourselves lie there in the quiet.
I listen to the crickets chirping outside, the wind in the trees.
Every part of my body throbs for the man lying beside me.
My nipples are tight, and my pussy is soaked and aching.
I want to feel him inside me and for his thickness to stretch and fill me up until I can’t think of anything else.
Why am I all of a sudden nervous? It’s not like we haven’t already had sex or that I haven’t been vocal about what I’ve wanted before. I ball my hands into fists, fighting the urge to reach over and wrap my palm around his length. But what if he’s too tired? What if he doesn’t want me tonight?
Not being able to help myself any longer, I roll toward him, my heart pounding.
“Hudson?” I whisper, sliding a hand over his chest.
He turns to face me, concern reflecting in his eyes. “Ivory, are you okay?”
Instead of answering, I push myself up until I’m straddling his waist, my mouth crashing to his.
Kissing him in a way that’s messy, hungry, and nowhere near sweet.
Hudson stills, surprised for half a second, then his hands grip my hips.
His strong and possessive fingers dig into my flesh as he presses me tight against him, feeling his hardness through my leggings.
He kisses me back, open-mouthed, forcing his tongue past my lips.
One hand moves up to fist my hair, tugging my head back so he can bite along my jaw, my neck.
The light stubble on his chin scraped against my skin, making me arch for more.
I grind down on him more, desperate, feeling the thick ridge of his cock slide against my pussy through the thin cotton.
It’s not enough. I want skin, want everything. And apparently Hudson feels the same.
“Take your clothes off.”
Without missing a beat, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and tug them down, before pulling the sweatshirt over my head. I’m glad I didn’t bother with underwear or a bra after my shower earlier today. Talk about a major inconvenience at this time.
I sit back down, giving myself enough access for my greedy hands to wrap around his heavy, hot length. He hisses, bucking up into my grip, his jaw clenched tight.
“Fuck, Ivory.”
He sits up, rolling us both, so I’m under him. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them above my head with one big hand. His mouth crashes back down on mine, rough and filthy. He presses his cock against my slick folds, dragging the tip up and down my slit, smearing wetness everywhere.
“Spread wider for me, baby,” he growls, and I obey, all of me now open and exposed.
He slides two fingers through my opening, hard and fast. There’s no teasing this time around.
I gasp at the invasion, my hips jerking up, overwhelmed by how deep he is, how rough.
He pumps, making sure to hit that sweet spot while his thumb circles my clit.
The sensation makes me whimper, and my whole body tenses.
I try to reach out and touch him, but he keeps my wrists pinned, his other hand working me until I’m right on the edge, begging. “Please, Hudson, please…”
He smirks, pulling his fingers out. Then, when I think things can’t get any hotter, he puts them in his mouth and starts licking them clean.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he says, making sure to get every drop.
Holy shit.
Before I have time to react or do anything, he releases my hands. He doesn’t cover me with his body. Instead, he leans down, voice rough in my ear.
“You want me to fuck you, angel?”
I nod.
“Then I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Hudson. Please…I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice barely a whine.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees. Ass up for me.”
My whole body goes tight with anticipation. I scramble to obey, legs shaking as I turn over and push up onto my hands and knees. He gives my ass a slap, nudging my knees wider, palms rough on my hips, positioning me until I’m perfectly exposed to him.
“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go,” he growls.
I grip the worn wood, my knuckles white. He lines up behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing between my soaked folds, teasing me. Then without warning, he slams in, deep and hard, and the sound that rips out of me is wild…unrecognizable. It’s half shock and half pure pleasure.
He fucks me like that over and over, relentless, each thrust jolting my body forward.
“Don’t run from it, Ivory,” he growls. I feel another crack go across my ass cheek, this time making me squeal.
It doesn’t hurt at all. If anything, it builds the pleasure.
“Push back into me.” I do as he says, gripping the headboard even tighter.
“God, Hudson. You’re so deep.” The sounds of slapping skin and the bed creaking under us fill the room.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging deep as he holds me where he wants me. The stretch burns, the fullness overwhelming, but I never want him to stop. I think this might become my new favorite position.
He leans over me, bringing his left hand around, cupping my breast. At the same time, his tongue is wet and hot as he licks down my spine, biting and sucking, marking me as his.
I can feel my orgasm building, the intense feeling coiling tight. “Hudson, please…I’m so close, I’m about to…” My ragged voice begs him.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back, growling in my ear, “Not yet, Ivory. You can come when I say. Not before.”
I whimper, holding on with everything I have as he pounds into me. My body is on fire, every nerve begging for release.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. I barely register the switch up before he’s on me, kissing down my neck, my collarbone, sucking my nipples until I’m squirming.
“What are you doing to me, Ivory?”
He keeps moving lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his mouth teasing the inside of my thigh.
His breath is hot against my sensitive skin, as his tongue flicks out to taste me.
I cry out again, my hips jerking forward, desperate for more.
But he doesn’t let up, teasing circles around my clit, but never enough to push me over the edge.
My hands grip his head, clutching onto the short strands of hair on the top of his head, needing to keep him there.
He looks up at me and smirks, his lips glistening with my arousal. “Not yet, angel.”
“Please…I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Without saying a word, he moves back up my body, and his mouth crashes down on mine, letting me taste myself on him.
He grabs my thigh, hooking my leg high around his waist, and slides back inside, deeper than before, as he continues to fuck me hard.
It’s brutal and perfect, every thrust knocking the air from my lungs.
Beads of perspiration run down his face as sweat slicks both our bodies, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin, and the headboard against the wall.
I take everything he gives me, sobbing his name, “Hudson….please.” Lost in the moment.
“Now, baby,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “Come for me.”
As soon as the words roll off his lips, I let go, coming so hard I see white spots. My body clenches around him, pulsing.
He gives one final thrust. “Fuck, Ivory,” he growls, and I can feel him coming inside me. He buries his face in my neck, feeling his whole body shake as he rides the waves of his orgasm.
When he’s finally able to move, he collapses next to me, breathing heavily. The sweat, tears, and pleasure blur everything else away.
“Shit, Ivory. That was amazing,” he says, breathless.
“Hmm…” That’s the only thing I’m able to get out.
He laughs, rolling back over toward me, laying his head on my chest. He pulls me close as I run my fingers over his scalp, the short dark strands now damp from our lovemaking.
He sighs, tracing circles on my stomach. Then, all of a sudden, he sits up. “Shit, angel,” he mutters, his voice raw, full of concern. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
I look down and see his fingers tracing over a spot on my hip that’s starting to turn blue.
Smiling wide, I grab his hand and kiss his knuckles.
“Hudson, it’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. I wanted everything we just did, and the way it happened. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
He laughs, low and satisfied, leaning down to press his lips against my forehead, cradling me like I’m something precious, and for once, I believe I am.