Chapter 18 #2
“If you say so,” Cull mumbles just loud enough for me to hear. I gently rib him, and he rolls his lips inward.
She stands and leans down to kiss the top of my head before patting Cullen on his. He bats her hand away with a half-hearted growl.
“Alright, boys, I’m going to Katie’s to hang out for a while before I get ready for my date. I’ll see you lovebirds later.” She laughs as she tosses a wave over her shoulder, closing the door behind her as she leaves the room.
“Well, that was interesting,” I admit, curling into Cull.
“It was weird,” he says, “but I’m glad the air is cleared.”
I nod, something loosening in my chest with that.
Cullen
I’m warm, curled into Hud, my eyes heavy from the pain pill I took earlier. My phone rings on Hud’s nightstand, keeping me from falling into what I hoped would be a deep sleep.
Fuck, I’d kill for some decent sleep.
“It’s your dad,” Hud announces, answering once it hits the third ring. “Hey, Dr. Anderson, let me put you on speaker.”
“Hey Dad,” I mumble, my eyes closing on their own.
“You boys being lazy this morning?” His warm chuckle comes down the line, making me smile.
“You do remember that we were in a car accident yesterday, right? I don’t think we are going to be doing any heavy lifting for a while,” I joke, a yawn slipping free.
“Son, you broke your pinky.” Dad delivers that barb with such a dry wit that Hud can’t help but crack up laughing.
“I have some bruises, too,” I argue.
“And thank God that’s the worst that happened,” Dad replies, his tone sobering.
“You’re right, sir. What’s up?” Hud asks, changing the subject.
“Ass kisser,” I whisper. He smacks me on my chest, a chuckle breaking free.
“I decided to take the day off and do all this paperwork at home later. I just wanted to see if you boys wanted to come down to the diner and have a late breakfast with me.”
I groan.
He’s up to something.
Ever since Hud jumped, I’ve caught him giving me that psychiatrist stare. The one that says he’s already formed a theory and is just waiting for me to confirm it.
At least with Hud there as a buffer, Dad will have someone else to focus on.
Hopefully.
Hud looks over at me, his blue puppy dog eyes begging to go. His stomach lets out a loud growl, cementing his plea.
“Yeah, Dad. Give us thirty.” I sigh and climb out of the warm, comfortable cocoon that is Hud’s bed, and look for my shoes.
“Great! See you boys there.” The call disconnects, then Hud is up and rifling through his dresser.
There is no resisting the smattering of freckles across his shoulders that are flexing as he looks for his clothes. I walk over and kiss his neck, his head tilting to the side to give me better access.
“As much as I’d love to see where this is headed, we need to get a move on.” He pulls away from me and heads towards the bathroom, winking at me as he disappears through his bedroom door.
I grumble my displeasure, wanting nothing more than to pin him to the bed and do dirty things to him.
Well, if I can’t do that, then at least I can get a show.
I creep into the already warm, steam-filled bathroom, and prop myself against the sink counter and watch as Hudson cleans himself.
“I know you’re in here.” He smiles wide, soap running down his face as he rinses his hair.
“Just admiring the view.”
The glass of the shower door is textured, distorting Hudson, but not enough that I can’t see his thick cock that's clearly enjoying the attention.
Like he knows where my mind has gone, Hud reaches down and strokes a soaped-up hand along his dick, his head falling back on his shoulders. “Well, if it’s a view you want, then it’s a view you’ll get,” he moans, his muscles flexing with each tug of his cock.
“Fuck.” The word comes out in a choked whisper, my dick coming to life, and straining against my pajama pants. I refrain from touching myself, too enthralled by Hudson pleasuring himself.
“You like watching how I fuck my own hand, babe?”
My mouth goes dry, a raspy “yes” leaving my lips.
Hudson’s breathing picks up, and I can tell by the scrunch of his brow that he’s close to coming. I clock every micro expression, and when I count down from five, his release splashes against the tile. He bites his lower lip, stifling the moan trying to escape.
The sight of Hudson coming undone is fantastic. My knees go weak and my hands fly to the porcelain behind me. Fire licks up my spine, and before I can brace myself, my own orgasm rips me in two. I gasp as I come, electricity firing through all my synapses.
“Holy shit. Did you just—”
I open my eyes, unaware that I even closed them, and glance over to where Hud is standing with his towel wrapped around his hips. He looks delighted and surprised, his eyes focused on my crotch.
“Shut up,” I grumble, completely embarrassed that just happened. I turn my back on Hud, my cheeks so hot you can fry an egg on them.
He comes up behind me and kisses my neck. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t just come in your pants without touching yourself.”
“No, but if I had to watch my naked boyfriend all soaped up in the shower jacking his perfect cock, I probably could have,” he teases.
There is a beat of silence before Hud starts laughing.
“Shut up,” I say again, though there is no heat behind it. It only makes Hudson laugh harder, effectively dulling my embarrassment and making me laugh, too.
“Do you have a wet spot?” Hud cackles as he tries to get me to turn around. I fight him off, laughing as I block him. “Come on, let me see. This is my handiwork, you know.”
I run to his room, breathless from laughing. He strolls in behind me, a gorgeous smile on his face. He walks over to his dresser and grabs the clothes he pulled out, tossing me the basketball shorts he was going to wear. I finally take a look at my pajamas and find a sticky wet spot has bloomed.
“You’ll never let me live this down.” I strip out of my ruined pajamas and underwear, then slide on the clean shorts.
Hud chuckles. “We’ve all come in our pants at some point.” He’s fully dressed now, hip against his desk, arms crossed.
“Yeah, when we were thirteen.”
Hudson shrugs. “Still counts.” He snags his wallet and then saunters over to me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “It’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me.”
I snort and roll my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the front door. “Come on, we need to hurry. I don’t want to explain to your dad that we are late because you nutted like a pre-teen.”
I groan and get into the passenger seat of his Bronco, clicking my seatbelt in place. The car roars to life as Hudson takes my hand, linking our fingers. He brings them to his mouth, kissing each of my knuckles.
“Just so we’re clear,” he says, backing out of the driveway, “that was hot as fuck.”
My cheeks heat again, but I smile. “Yeah, well… you’re welcome.”
Hudson drives us towards the diner, and I let out a breath, the embarrassment still simmering in my chest. Hud’s stupid gorgeous smile hasn’t faded once, and if my mortifying little accident is what put it there… hell, I’d figure out a way to do it again.
His laughter is worth every bit of red on my face.