Chapter 38 Matty #2
“I’m not so little anymore, Car.”
“The fuck you ain’t. You’ll always be my little brother.” A beat of silence, then his voice softened. “I love you, man. Just wanted you to know that.”
My eyes burned, and I pressed my face into my palm. “Then come home, Car. We’re not a complete family without you.”
His laugh was broken, almost painful. “You think I still can? After everything I did? After all the bridges I torched?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked. “Dad’s not gonna hold it against you. You know he’s not like that. He wants you back. We all do.”
“Maybe that’s exactly why I can’t,” he whispered. “He’ll forgive me, but I have to live with knowing what I did and be reminded of it every single day, and I don’t know if I can live with that.”
I sucked in a ragged breath. My chest hurt. “I just want my brother back, man. At least tell me you’re good.”
“Let’s just say, having millions of dollars isn’t all it’s cracked up to be when you’re all alone in the world.”
“You are not alone. If you’re worried about Ozzie, he’s a really good guy. He won’t hold a grudge either.”
“Yeah, I know. Ozzie’s great like that. God, I was awful to him, and he didn’t deserve it. I didn’t mean it, you know. All the things I said to him. I just needed him to believe it so he would look elsewhere for love.”
“It’s not me you should be telling this to, Carter.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re going through your shit. No need to dump my problems on you.”
“Just know you’re the only one keeping you away. The ranch is always open for second or third chances. I got my second chance here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m getting married, and I have a beautiful three-year-old daughter I love to bits.”
The line went quiet, then Carter’s laugh came again, softer this time. “Let me guess. The ranch hand you’ve been pining over since the beginning?”
“Yeah.” I smiled despite the tears in my eyes. “I’m tying him down fast so he never leaves me.”
A sudden nip at my shoulder made me jolt, and I glanced back. Hudson stood behind me, sliding his arms around my waist. “I’m not leaving you either way,” he whispered in my ear. “Stop talking bullshit.”
I grabbed his hand and held on to him.
“You should come to my wedding. It’ll be in a month.”
Hudson stiffened behind me. “That’s too soon,” he said softly.
I shook my head and continued speaking into the phone. “It won’t be a big wedding, but it’ll be perfect.”
“Are you kidding me? The Magnuson heir is getting married. The whole town’s going to expect to be invited. Good luck with planning it in a month.”
“We’ll make it happen. Or we elope, since self-solemnization is a thing here in Colorado.”
“Yeah, don’t make that mistake, brother. Mom and Dad will want to be at your wedding. You’re the only kid they can rely on now. Make them proud for both of us, Matty.”
“Car—”
“I have to go.”
My chest squeezed. “Pick up the phone sometime and call me, yeah?”
“I will,” he said, but something in his tone told me not to believe it. “Congrats, little brother. I’m happy for you. Maybe one day I’ll find what you have.”
The line went dead.
I lowered the phone, staring at it like it might give me answers. Hudson’s chin rested heavily on my shoulder, and one of his hands pushed under my shirt to stroke my stomach. “You okay?” he murmured.
“That was Carter.”
“I gathered. Why did you tell him we’re getting married in a month?”
“It’ll be on the twenty-first of next month.”
“Oh? When did we agree on that?”
“I agreed on it for us.”
He groaned. “Maaaaatt.”
“Hudsoooon.”
He chuckled and shoved me out of the swing. “Come on, push me. It’s the least you can do after you ambushed our wedding.”
I stumbled, laughing under my breath, and caught the chain of the swing. “Hudson, pretty please, marry me in a month.”
Hudson leaned back so I could see his face, his grin lazy, eyes glinting in the porch light. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On how convincing you are tonight.” He arched a brow and winked. “Push me.”
I moved behind him and gave him a shove, the chains creaking as the swing rocked forward. He stretched his legs out, head tilted back, that cocky grin tugging at his mouth, the night breeze ruffling his hair. The sight of him stole the last of the weight off my chest.
The swing drifted back, and when it reached me again, I caught the chain, and he leaned all the way back, reading my mind. I loved how much we were on the same page, and I captured his mouth in a kiss. He hummed against me, soft and teasing.
Another push, another kiss, deeper this time.
By the third swing, I stilled the chain and pressed my chest to his back, caging him in against the slats.
I slid my arms around his torso, pulled him flush against me, and mouthed at the line of his jaw.
His lips parted on a low groan, hot and hungry, and I swallowed the sound in a kiss from behind, tilting his head back and twisting the chains to get better access to his mouth.
He broke away and set something into my palm. I glanced down at the small bottle and grinned at the lube. “Once a slut…”
His scowl was ruined by the way his lips curved. “Are you complaining?”
“Never a complaint.” I kissed him again, hard, smothering the protest on his tongue. “I love how much you enjoy me being inside you, babe.”
“Then hurry,” he whispered, a shiver in his voice. “We’re out in the open.”
“Everyone’s asleep.” I nipped his jaw, pushing his legs wider. “Who’s gonna see?”
He fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, squirming back on the seat so his bare ass hung just over the edge. That perfect ass.
“God, Hudson. From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were so fucking hot. And today you’re even more so.”
“I’m not convinced yet,” he teased, then gave himself a slight push that rocked him forward and back. My eyes traveled the distance of his ass farther away from me, then nearer.
Fuck.
I shoved my shorts down my thighs, wrapped a fist around myself, and stroked until I was thick and aching.
My eyes never left that perfect bubble butt.
With my other hand, I squeezed lube onto my cock.
When he rocked back into me, I caught the chains to stop him and slicked my fingers into his tight heat.
He gasped, jerking his hips forward as I worked him open, slow, steady.
“I’m a little more convinced,” he gasped. “But not by much.”
“I know what you need.” I gripped his hips and drew him back, nudging the blunt head of my cock between his cheeks. He opened up around me, tight heat and sweet pressure engulfing me as I pushed deeper inside him.
“Fuck, Matt,” Hudson groaned, his head falling back. An arm around his torso, I angled his head to my shoulder and kissed him. Sloppy kisses filled the space between us. Tongues tangled, both of us groaning into the other.
“Matt.”
“Right here, babe,” I whispered, kissing his throat as I sank the rest of the way inside. “Always.”
The chains creaked as I set the swing moving again, rocking us gentle and easy.
Each sway rolled me deeper into him. Our breaths fell in rhythm, and soft moans blended with the night sounds.
My hand on his torso ensured he was never pushed too far away so I could control the way he swung back onto my cock each time.
“What do you say now, Hud?” I ground in the last swing. He arched his back, but I had him tight. He wasn’t going anywhere. “Do I get to marry you on the twenty-first of next month?”
“Fuck, yes. I’ll marry you tomorrow if you don’t stop. Oh fuck, I love the way that cock feels inside me. You’re so thick.”
“Just for you, babe.” I rocked him faster back onto my cock. “All of this is just for you.” I kissed every word into his skin, my pace quickening as the swing groaned louder under us. “Gonna be the best husband to you, Hudson. I swear on my life.”
“Me too, Matty. I won’t ever let you regret marrying me.”
What started slow and intimate turned sharp, desperate, hips snapping harder as the heat coiled low.
His hand slipped to his cock, stroking fast, reckless, the wet slap of skin against skin syncing with the slap of my hips into his ass.
Each thrust pushed the swing harder, chains clattering in a frantic tempo.
His body milked me with every drive in, clenching tighter, dragging groans out of me I couldn’t hold back.
“Hudson—fuck—goddamn, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I pounded harder, faster, the chains above shrieking with each violent rock. My chest slammed to his back, my hand flattening over his racing heart.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, voice raw, as he pumped himself faster. “I’m—fuck, Matty—I’m gonna—”
The words cut off in a ragged cry as he convulsed, and his cock pulsed hot over his fist, his body tightening like a vise around me. The squeeze of him sent fire tearing up my spine, and I drove into him again and again and again until the orgasm broke me wide open.
I spilled into him with a hoarse groan, my teeth catching his shoulder, muffling the sounds neither of us could control. His body clutched every pulse of me, dragging it out, until I was wrecked, trembling, still buried deep inside him.
The swing slowed, the chains easing to a lazy groan as our bodies slumped together, sweaty and shaking. Our breaths came harsh and uneven in the cool night, and for a long moment, all I could do was hold him and brush my lips over his damp skin.
“Jesus,” I whispered finally, kissing the back of his neck. “I fucking love you.”
“The twenty-first.” He rested his head against my shoulder.
“The twenty-first,” I agreed. The swing swayed gently beneath us, carrying us through the comfortable silence that followed, forged with love and hope for our future together.