Chapter 15 #2
I nod and make my way over to my friend while the guys head toward a group by the back door where I spot the Williams brothers. Maybe those three can give my guys some advice. Like don’t hold out on a woman who is desperately in need of a good lay.
“Oh my god, finally!” Aspen is dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, complete with a basket dangling from her arm, and she practically tackles me with a hug when I reach her. “We’ve been waiting forever.”
Callie grins and loops her arm through mine. She’s dressed up as Daphne from Scooby Doo. “Come on, let’s get you a drink and you can tell us everything.”
We weave through clusters of people as we head to the back door. Callie’s guys watch her as we pass by, each dressed up as a different Scooby Doo character. Brax is a goofy sort of cute with his Scooby ears. Callie smirks at them.
Their relationship is so perfect that I can’t help hoping mine will be the same as we pass through the open sliding door. The October air is crisp but not too cold, and someone’s strung up fairy lights that cast everything in a warm glow.
Aspen pumps the keg while Callie holds a red solo cup. “So,” Callie says, handing me the beer. “How are things going with your mountain men?”
I take a long sip and shake my head. “Frustratingly, not a lot is happening.”
“What do you mean not a lot?” Aspen’s eyes widen. “They were all over you before you left.”
“They were.” I lean against the deck railing. “But tonight they told me they want to show me,” I make air quotes with my free hand, “they want more than sex. So apparently that means keeping their hands to themselves.”
Both girls groan in unison.
“That’s terrible,” Callie says. “I mean, sweet, but terrible.”
“Right? I get it, but also . . .” I gesture vaguely with my beer. “I’m dying here.”
Aspen giggles. “You should just walk around naked. See how long their self-control lasts.”
“I actually thought of that,” I confess.
We all burst into laughter, and in that shared lightness, I’m so thankful I have the best friends in the entire world, because only they would support me exploring a relationship with three men.
The party carries on around us. I quickly relax, a warm buzz settling in my belly that comes from good company and alcohol.
My phone buzzes. Sighing, I check it in case it’s a panicky email from a client.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
You look so pretty tonight.
Not today, Satan. I block the number, refusing to let Matt get under my skin. These mind games are weird and a little unhinged. I’m in too good of a mood to let him bring me down. Not when I’ve finally gotten through to the guys.
I do my best to listen to Callie and Aspen, but every time I scan the crowd, my focus pulls toward the guys like they’re my true north.
Hudson’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, listening to something Knox is saying.
Cole’s animated, telling some story that has Brax and Jax cracking up. Gage laughs along with them.
They’re clearly absorbed in their conversations, but whenever I look their way, they glance over, as if they can sense me too. The heat in their eyes is enough to make my body ache for them all over again.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I announce, setting my empty cup on a nearby table.
“Want us to come with you?” Callie asks.
“Nah, I’ll be right back.”
I make my way through the house, dodging couples making out in corners and groups of people playing beer pong. The main bathroom is occupied, but I remember there’s another one upstairs from previous parties.
I’m halfway up the steps when I notice a strong presence hot on my heels. I glance over my shoulder to find Hudson following me, green gaze locking on mine with a possessive heat.
“Are you following me?” I tease, continuing up the stairs.
“Just making sure you’re okay.” His voice is rough around the edges, and it sends heat pooling low in my belly.
I find the bathroom and slip inside, overly aware of Hudson waiting right outside the door as I take care of business.
My hands shake slightly as I check my reflection in the mirror.
My cheeks are flushed, and my lips are still slightly swollen from his earlier kiss.
You can do this, Lily. You will have sex with all three of them and own it.
When I finish and open the door, he’s blocking my way out, one arm braced against the doorframe.
The organ in my chest flips. I tip my head back to meet his heated stare, breath faltering.
His gaze is hungry and hooded, full of barely restrained desire.
It’s clear he has no intention of waiting until we get home.
“Hudson,” I warn.
“I like it when you try to boss me around.” His hand finds my hip, and he guides me back inside the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us. “But I heard you loud and clear, baby.”
“Apparently not because I said after the party.” My voice is breathy as my stomach flutters.
His hand locks around my throat, not tight enough to restrict my breathing, but firm enough to make my pulse race against the pad of his thumb. “I can’t live with myself knowing you’ve been desperate for a good fuck and it’s all my fault.”
“Desperate is a strong word.” My voice is barely a whisper as he finds the zipper of my outfit, his knuckles dragging over my skin as he unzips me.
“Desperate.” His lips coast over mine without quite making contact.
My breath skips as he smooths his palm over my shoulders, sliding the outfit down my body.
“Needy.” He licks across my lower lip, and his other hand cups me through the fabric of my panties. “Wet.”
I all but whine at the slight pressure.
“That’s it, Lily, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, grinding the heel of his hand against me. “Are you on birth control? Clean?”
“Yes,” I breathe as pleasure rolls down my spine.
“Fuck, baby, that’s what I wanted to hear. I want you bare, Lily.”
Nothing has ever sounded better. “Me too,” I confess, coasting my hand down his stomach. I make quick work of undoing the band of his pants. “But we shouldn’t. There are people outside.”
Hudson tugs my thong down, exposing me. “It’s probably a bad idea,” he agrees, kissing me, fingers flexing on my throat as he teases my clit. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drench me.”
I hum and shove his pants and boxers down, trying to focus while he rolls his thumb over my bundle of nerves.
Someone knocks on the door.
“Go away!” we both shout.
Hudson looks at me with a grin that steals my heart. I wrap my fingers around his length, shocked to find piercings running up and down.
“A Jacob’s ladder? Naughty boy,” I breathe, stroking him as excitement shoots through my veins. I’ve never been with someone with piercings.
“Thought you might like that.”
“I do,” I murmur, stroking his dick. His mouth falls open with a soft groan, but even with my fist pumping up and down, he stays focused on getting me ready, though I don’t need much help. I swear I’m so needy from a week of sexual tension torture that I could come right now.
Two fingers push inside me, making me gasp.
He steals the sound with a kiss. His fingers curl and my grip falters.
He smirks against my mouth, making the same motion a few more times while his thumb smooths tight circles over my clit until I’m making sounds that will definitely embarrass me tomorrow, but tonight, I can’t be bothered.
Breaking away from the kiss, I guide him toward me. “Please.”
“Please what, Lily? Use your words,” Hudson demands, slotting himself against my center and pausing to see if I’ll do as I’m told.
“Please fuck me,” I rasp, grabbing his hips and trying to drive him into me. He stubbornly refuses. A soft growl rumbles in the back of my throat.
Hudson’s lips kick up with delight. “One more time.”
If that’s what he needs to give me what I want, fine. “Please, Hudson. Please fuck—oh god,” I say with a strangled gasp as he drives into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Hudson groans.
My body stretches around his girth, he’s thicker and a little longer than I’ve ever had, but damn does it feel good with those piercings. They give his cock a ribbed sensation.
He holds himself deep, panting, gaze locked on mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he confesses. “It’s better than I imagined it would be.”
I capture his mouth, kissing him before whispering against his lips, “Shut up and fuck me.”
With a dark chuckle, he pulls nearly all the way out and slams into me, our skin slapping together. I barely catch my breath before he does it again.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.” He sets a punishing pace, fucking me so hard and fast that I can’t even form a response.
All I can do is cling to him, nails biting into his hips and head falling back as he ravages me.
His lips claim my throat, kissing and sucking.
His teeth coast over my pulse point. and I gasp as he bites down, clenching around him, and he groans in approval.