Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
HUDSON
The truck rumbles beneath us as we make our way back up the winding dirt road to the cabin. Daisy is quiet beside me, arms folded loosely in her lap, her eyes trained out the passenger window as she watches her past disappear in the rearview mirror.
I keep glancing at her, trying not to make it obvious, but hell—who am I kidding? I can’t stop looking at her. That stubborn strength. That quiet sadness. That fire she doesn’t even know she has.
The words build up in my throat, heavy and certain. I clear it once, then glance her way again. “I know this probably isn’t the way you dreamed of meeting your husband.”
She turns her head slowly, brows lifting just slightly. Her mouth parts, but I keep going.
“I know it’s messy. Unconventional. Hell, probably reckless.
But I want you to know something.” My hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles pale.
“I’m gonna do right by you, Daisy. However this goes—however long you want this to last—I promise I’ll take care of you.
For the rest of my life, if you’ll let me. ”
She blinks, stunned. And for a moment, she doesn’t say anything. The only sound is the tires crunching over gravel and the soft whir of the wind slipping in through the cracked windows.
Then she looks at me.
Not with fear. Not with doubt. Just… eyes wide open. Honest. The way someone looks at a man when they’re deciding whether or not to hand him their whole damn heart.
And I swear to God, I melt right there behind the wheel.
I feel it—deep and gut-wrenching—this ache in my chest, pulling me toward her like gravity. I’m falling in love with this woman.
“I don’t need perfect,” she says quietly. “I just need real.”
That’s it. That’s all she says. But it hits me harder than any punch ever could.
“Real,” I echo, voice a little rougher than I intend.
She nods, and when she leans her head back against the seat, I notice the way her shoulders soften just a little. We ride the rest of the way up the mountain in silence. But it’s not empty.
I have the fortitude to keep myself composed in the truck. But the moment we enter my cabin, the rush of getting my girl back takes me over. I want her. I need her.
The moment she’s close, everything else blurs. Daisy’s breath brushes against my skin, warm and sweet. My heart thuds hard in my chest, louder than it should, but I don’t care. I want this— her .
I reach out slowly, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The tiniest shiver runs through her, and it pulls at something deep inside me. I close the distance, my lips barely touching hers at first—soft, testing, electric.
Her mouth parts slightly, inviting me in, and I take it. The kiss deepens, hungry but careful, like we’re both afraid of breaking the fragile thread pulling us together. Her lips are warm, soft, and I can taste a hint of something sweet—maybe cinnamon from the coffee she had earlier, or just her.
My hands find her waist, pulling her closer until there’s nothing between us but skin and heat.
I can feel the rise and fall of her chest, the quickening pulse at her neck, and it makes me reckless.
I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, and she gasps—soft, breathless—and it’s the sound that sends a jolt through me.
We’re tangled, pressed close, the world shrinking until it’s just the two of us, caught in the fire of a kiss that’s both new and inevitable. When I finally pull back, just enough to look into her eyes, I see that same fire burning there—and I know I’m hooked, no turning back.
“I need you to know something.” I tell her.
“What’s that?”
“I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never do anything to make you cry. From the moment you walked in that door, you were mine, and I’ll keep you on a pedestal. I promise I’ll treat you right.”
Her eyes flutter closed again, lips parting as if she’s inviting me deeper, and I can’t resist. I lean in, brushing my mouth against hers in soft, teasing kisses that trail from her lips down to the sensitive skin of her neck.
She sighs, and the warmth of her breath mingles with mine, making my pulse race. My hands tighten slightly around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer—every inch of her fitting perfectly against me. The heat between us builds, thick and undeniable, like the slow burn of wildfire.
Her fingers find their way to my hair, tangling in the strands as she tilts her head, opening herself more to me. I taste her again, slower this time, savoring the way her lips respond, how her body melts into mine. Every nerve ending sings, every breath is caught between us.
Time slips away—there’s only the heat of her skin, the softness of her mouth, and the desperate pull to keep this moment alive forever. When I finally break the kiss, it’s only to whisper against her lips, “Daisy… I’m yours.”
“Good.” She says.
“And now, you’re mine, and I’ll never let you go.” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.
Daisy moans softly, her body arching against me. “Promise?” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Promise.” I say.
I trace my fingers down her body, my hand slipping under the hem of her dress. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the wetness that is already starting to soak through her panties. I groan, my cock twitching in response. "You're so fucking wet," I growl, my voice thick with desire.
Daisy moans again, her hips bucking against my hand. "Please," she whimpers. “Show me that I belong to you.”
My cock throbs with need. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small, perfect breasts and rosy nipples harden under my gaze. I can’t resist the urge to lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking and biting gently as she moans with pleasure.
"Hudson!” she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair.
I continue to explore her body, my hands roaming over her soft curves as I kiss and nip at her skin. She tastes sweet and innocent, and I can’t get enough of her.
“I’m ready,” she says, her voice bold as she begins to undress me.
I let her, my heart pounding as she slips off my shirt and unbuttons my pants. She looks up at me with wide eyes as she pulls down my boxers, revealing my rock hard cock.
She reaches out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. I groan with pleasure as she begins to stroke me, her touch gentle and exploring.
"You like that?" she asks, her voice shy.
"Fuck, yes," I gasp, my hips thrusting forward.
I can’t resist any longer. I need to be inside her. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her.
I slowly enter her, my cock sliding in as she gasps with pleasure. I pause, letting her adjust to the feeling of me stretching her walls.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice gentle.
She nods, her eyes shining with excitement. "Don't stop."
I begin to move, my hips thrusting forward as I fill her completely. She moans with pleasure, her fingers digging into my back as I take her.
"Hudson, oh god, Hudson," she gasps, her body writhing beneath me.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls tightening with pleasure. I reach down and begin to stroke her clit, my fingers circling the sensitive bundle as she moans.
“Cum for me, Daisy," I command.
And she does, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cries out my name. I follow soon after, my cock twitching inside her as I fill her with my seed.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.
"I love you, Daisy," I whisper, my lips pressed against her forehead.
"I love you too, Hudson," she murmurs, her eyes shining with happiness.
And in that moment, I know that I have found the woman of my dreams. We have broken the rules and taken a risk, but it has been worth it. I have never felt so alive, so in love. And I know that I will never let her go.