Chapter Five
Hudson
I grind my teeth the entire ride from my parents’ house back to the city, surprised I haven’t destroyed my molars by the time we reach the hotel.
Clearly sensing my anger, Bri remains quiet during the trip, just as she did on our way there.
I feel bad enough my mood has been shit, but she’d been dismissed by my mother, and I’d had enough.
I dragged her out of there as fast as I could and have taken the time since to get myself under control before I do something stupid.
Like turn our first time into a release of my frustration instead of making it about us.
Once we return to the hotel suite, I kick off my shoes and toss my jacket over a chair in the outer room. She does the same with her heels, then pads on bare feet to where I stand.
Somehow I have to make things right, but after that dinner disaster, I’m not sure how. I meet her gaze and say the first words that come to me. “Tonight never should have happened, and I’m—”
She cuts me off by throwing herself into my arms and sealing her lips against mine. Obviously she doesn’t need an apology, though I’ll make sure I give her one. Later.
Right now, I have a beautiful woman in my arms who has made her desire for me clear. I shove my parents’ behavior from my mind and turn my focus to Bri.
I pull her tight against me and take control of the kiss, my tongue thrusts into her mouth and captures her moan in my throat. Her hands come to my chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons, and I let out a low growl, then break the kiss and pull at the sides, sending buttons flying.
“That was sexy.” An approving light touched her eyes. “But if you try to rip off my outfit, we’re going to have issues,” she says with a laugh. “I paid good money for this pantsuit.”
“And it was worth every penny.” I shrug off my shirt, pulling my hand through the buttoned sleeves.
“Look at you. Tanned, muscled, hot.” She sets her palms on my chest, the bandages still there, but the rest of her hand feels warm on my skin. Leaning forward, she presses her lips to the patch of skin below my throat, licking my flesh with her tongue.
A full-body shudder takes hold, and I can’t take the teasing. “I want to see you naked.”
She turns her back to me and moves her hair to one side, her gaze meeting mine. “Unzip me then.”
I ease down the zipper, revealing the smooth skin on her back, and run my finger over the bumps in her spine.
She shivers before shimmying the top part down her arms, and then the outfit falls to the floor.
She slides her feet out of the pant legs and kicks the pooled material aside before pivoting back toward me.
I consume her with my gaze, taking in her full breasts, creamy mounds pushed up in a strapless bra, and desire floods my veins. Reaching behind her, I unhook the clasps and let the garment go, baring her gorgeous breasts and pausing to look my fill.
I draw a shallow breath before dipping my head and am immediately surrounded by the warm coconut scent I associate with Bri. From her hair to her body, she always makes me think of sunscreen and the beach. Hot, sexy smells I love.
With a low growl, I pull one nipple into my mouth, teasing her with a slight grazing of my teeth and lingering with laps of my tongue.
She moans and pulls my head tighter against her chest, allowing me leeway to switch from one breast to the next.
With every biting sting and soothing caress, she tugs at my hair and squirms in reaction.
As far as I am concerned, I can stay like this forever, tormenting her now sensitive breasts, but my cock has a different opinion.
It pulses insistently against my pants, begging to be set free.
She must have read my mind, because her hands go to my waistband, and she unhooks my dress pants.
It doesn’t take long for me to shuck the slacks along with my boxer briefs.
Her gaze settles on my large cock, rigid and ready.
She grasps me tight and glides up and down my shaft.
The sharp sensations ricocheting through me have me curling my hands into fists at my sides.
I let her play, but when her thumb swipes over the leaking cum on the head of my dick, I can’t handle any more.
Though I briefly debate a hard fuck against the wall, that isn’t what I want with Bri. “Come on, gorgeous. We’re taking this to bed.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes already dilated and darkened with arousal. “Lead the way.”
Grasping her hand, I lead her through the outer room and into the large bedroom in the suite. Without waiting, she slides onto the bed, which has already been turned down by housekeeping, and settles against the many pillows in front of the fabric headboard.
Her tanned skin glitters against the white sheets, and I realize she put lotion on after her shower. Lotion that must smell like coconut, I muse, ready to dive in for another taste of her skin.
She spreads her legs, giving me a look at her sweet pussy.
My cock pulses, and I grab it tight, giving myself a few good pumps before climbing onto the bed beside her, the warmth of her body seeping into mine.
I lean down and kiss her, not the hot and eager joining of earlier but more of an acknowledgment of the moment and that we are about to do this.
Her lips slide back and forth over mine, and soon our bodies are aligned and rocking against each other, my thickened cock aching as it pulses against her lower belly and her sex.
She moans and reaches between us, gripping my cock in her hand. “I need you inside me.”
I want the same thing, her warm, wet heat tight around me, but I need protection first. “Condoms are in the bathroom.”
I turn and head for the bathroom, returning with a strip in my hand.
“Someone’s anticipating a busy night.” Anticipation lights her eyes as I toss the condoms onto the bed.
Without waiting for me to join her, she grabs the strip, ripped off one square, and opens the packet. I climb onto the mattress, straddling her, and she reaches out, gripping my cock in her hand. I grit my teeth, holding on to my control by a thread as she slides the condom over my straining shaft.
Desire beats heavily inside me, and when I glance down and see how wet she is, I nearly lose his mind. I hold her gaze, unable to look away as I brace my hands above her shoulders, set my cock at her entrance, and easily slide inside.
Her inner walls clasp me tight, warm heat surrounds me, and in that instant, I know she is different from any woman I’ve been with before.
Not a socialite my parents paraded in front of me and not someone without substance and depth.
Smart, quick, witty, and her body made for me, Brianne Prescott is the whole package. And I intend to make her mine.
Starting by claiming her now. I pull out and thrust back in deep, causing her to cry out in surprise.
She digs her nails into my back and arches her hips as each drive inside her is harder and deeper than the last. Our skin grows slick with sweat, and it doesn’t take long for my balls to draw up and need to hit me hard, but I refuse to come without her.
From the way she grinds her sex against my pubic bone, she is close. Needing to speed things up while at the same time not wanting this moment to end, I ease a hand between us and slide my finger over her clit, rubbing the tiny bud with my thumb.
“Jesus, Hudson!” Her hips buck, and she trembles beneath my hand, and soon she is coming, her slick inner walls clasping me tight, bringing me higher.
Her nails score my back, and I know I’ll have marks, not that I care. Just then, a strong wave hits me, and I drive into her hard, over and over, pressing her against the bed as I empty myself in a climax that seems to go on forever.
I collapse on top of her with the feeling that something inside me has shifted, and there is no going back to who I’d been. A guy satisfied on his own with occasional stress relief.
Now I am a man who wants this one woman by my side.
* * *
Brianne
I stretch my well-used body, knowing I am going to be sore tomorrow and will love every minute of the reminder of my time with Hudson.
I watch as he strides to the bathroom, taking in his lean but muscular form and his adorably pale behind.
I don’t think he’ll appreciate my assessment of his ass, so I keep those feelings to myself.
He rejoins me and lifts the covers so we can both get under them. Snuggling against him, I lay my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“That was a happy sigh,” I explain. I don’t know what it is about Hudson, but I feel comfortable with him, like I can let my guard down and just be myself.
“Good,” he says, pulling me tighter against him. “So, I have to ask. How is it that some athlete you represent hasn’t snatched you up by now?”
Glad we can’t make eye contact during this conversation, I focus instead on my hand drawing circles on his chest. “Well, because they are athletes, probably. I put up a big DO NOT TOUCH sign. Well, I give out those signals, anyway. I learned my lesson over the years, and my trust level isn’t all that high. ”
“Hmmm.” I feel the rumble in his throat vibrate through him. “Would you explain?”
I shrug. Why not, when I trust him more than any man I’ve ever met?
“Let’s put it this way. I tried dating athletes since that’s who I gravitated to and met through my family, but it turned out most men went out with me as a means to an end.
They wanted an in with Austin, the agent, or Damon and Jaxon, the athletes. ”
“Assholes,” Hudson mutters.
I grin. “I appreciate your outrage on my behalf.” I draw in a deep breath and let it out before continuing.
“So then I tried dating a regular guy. I met him at the coffee shop near the office. He paid for my coffee; we shared a table and hit it off. I figured I was dating a salesman who didn’t want anything to do with sports. ”