CHAPTER TEN HUDSON
CHAPTER TEN
HUDSON
I wake up Friday morning already counting the hours until tonight. Fuck. It’s going to be the longest day of my goddamn life.
By the time dusk finally drags its ass over the horizon, I’m standing by the window with the lights off, staring at the empty curve of the driveway.
When I catch the flicker of headlights at the gate, my heart kicks into overdrive and I have to grip the sill to steady myself.
Her little Corolla bounces over the cattle grate, headlights catching the gravel dust in two spinning columns of white.
I’m already at the door when she parks, the screen door slapping closed behind me as I step onto the porch. The air is thick with humidity and the faint metallic tang of rain on dust.
She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her hips and ends just above the knee. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, catching the last bits of gold from the porch light. She looks at me, and my whole world shudders, reorienting itself around the axis of her.
I meet her at the top step. I want to say something witty, something suave, but all that comes out is her name: “Tinsley.”
I step forward, closing the last bit of distance, and cup her jaw in my hand. She’s warm, her skin soft as the inside of a new saddle, and for a second, I just look at her—memorize the sharp line of her cheekbone, the freckles over her nose, the glint of blue in her eyes.
Then I kiss her. Not polite. Not cautious. I back her against the door frame and press in, my hand sliding into her hair and pulling her mouth open to mine. She tastes like cherry and fire. Like everything I ever wanted.
She kisses me back, fingers clawing at the front of my shirt, dragging me down to her level. She bites my lip, hard, and I nearly lose it.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her pupils are blown, her lips wet and parted. She’s breathing fast.
“Dinner’s inside,” I say, voice barely above a growl, and my cock asks me what the fuck I’m doing.
She shakes her head, slow. “Not hungry for food.” Thank God.
I don’t wait for permission. I scoop her up, her legs locking around my waist, and carry her through the front door like a man possessed. Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my back, threading into my hair. She’s laughing, low and dirty, her breath hot in my ear.
I hit the stairs without breaking stride. She yanks my shirt loose from my jeans and slides her hands under the fabric, raking nails down my spine. I lose track of everything except her. She’s all I can see, all I can smell, all I can feel.
At the top of the stairs, I press her back against the wall, pinning her with my hips while I fumble for the bedroom doorknob. She laughs again, then slaps my ass, hard enough to make me grunt.
“God, I need you,” I mutter.
She slides her mouth along my jaw, biting at my ear. “I need you, too.”
I get the door open and stagger inside. The bedroom is dark except for the blue-white wash of moonlight through the window. I drop her onto the bed and climb on after her, caging her in with my arms and kissing her until my lips feel bruised.
"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice a low growl that vibrates in my chest. I force myself to pause, to give her that one last chance to pull back. "Because once I have you, Tinsley, I’m never letting you go. I don’t do temporary. I don’t do 'friends with benefits’. If we do this, you’re mine."
She reaches up, her fingers sliding into my hair and pulling me down until our lips are inches apart. "Then stop talking, Hudson, and show me what being yours actually means."
I claim her mouth with a hunger that’s been building since that first time I laid eyes on her.
It isn’t the polite, tentative kiss of a man trying to be careful.
She tastes like dark fruit and defiance, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer, her body molding against mine as if it were carved to fit right there, in the hollows and angles of my own.
I slide my hands down her back, cupping the lush curve of her rear and lifting her slightly, pressing her pelvis into the hard ache of my cock. She lets out a low moan into my mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated want that nearly sends me over the edge.
My hands are trembling as I peel the fabric back of her dress back to reveal her lace bra and the pale, shimmering skin of her shoulders.
It hits me like a goddamn cattle prod. Her tits are perfect, straining against black lace, begging for my mouth. My cock turns granite hard, and I don’t even try to hide it. I want her. Right now. No holding back.
She arches up, hair fanned around her like fire, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any blue left.
She looks fucking edible. I lose it. My hands shake as I strip the dress down and off before tossing it away, baring her to the moonlight and my hunger.
The straps of her bra slip down, revealing even more creamy skin.
I move my mouth over her collarbone and up her jaw.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl. I cup her tit and circle my thumb over her tight nipple through the lace, and she makes this needy little sound that scrambles my brain.
I slide the bra down, no patience left, and take her nipple between my lips.
I suck hard until she claws at my shoulders.
Her loud moan goes straight to my dick, causing it to harden painfully.
Her back bows off the bed as I strip the rest of her clothes away in a blur of friction and desperate hands.
When she’s finally bare before me, her curves bathed in the pale light, I feel the air leave my lungs.
God. She’s fucking perfect. Her breasts are full, her nipples dark and peaked, and the flare of her hips is an invitation I’ve been dying to accept.
I shed my own clothes, my cock heavy and aching, the tip already glistening with the evidence of how much I want her. I see her eyes travel down my body, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and the pride that flares in my chest is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
I push her back onto the silk sheets, my mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing kisses down to the valley between her breasts.
She smells like heaven and tastes like all my fantasies rolled into one.
My hands explore every inch of her, memorizing the silk of her thighs and the way her breath catches when I touch the sensitive skin of her inner knees.
I move lower, my fingers finding the damp heat between her legs.
She’s soaking wet, her pussy clenching rhythmically as I slide two fingers inside her, testing the heat and depth of her.
She’s so tight, so ready, that I have to grind my teeth to keep from losing it.
"Fuck, Tinsley," I groan, my thumb circling her clit with a steady pressure until she’s arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back. "You’re so tight. So wet for me. Tell me you want me."
"Hudson, please," she gasps. Her voice is raw, stripped of all the New York polish. "I need you inside me. Now. No more waiting."
I don’t need to be told twice. I move between her legs, the head of my cock brushing against her slick, swollen entrance.
I take a breath, trying to hold on to the last shred of my control, but when she looks up at me with those aqua eyes full of trust and heat, the tether snaps.
I drive into her in one deep, steady thrust. My erection stretches her inner walls, and she lets out a strangled cry that causes my balls to draw up tight.
Her eyes fly wide, her hands gripping my biceps as she adjusts to the size of me.
I watch as I disappear inside her, inch by inch, until we’re locked together.
I freeze, buried deep inside her, my muscles locked with the effort of not coming instantly. The feeling of her walls wrapping around me is the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she whispers, her hips tilting up to meet me, taking me even deeper until there’s no space left between us. "You’re so big. You fill everything. There’s no room for anything else."
"Good," I hiss, fisting my hands in the sheets on either side of her head, pinning her to the mattress with the weight of my body and my intent. "That’s exactly where I want to be."
I begin to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that makes her eyes roll back in her head.
I watch her face, the way her lips part and her chest heaves, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements.
She looks like a goddess, and I’m just a man lucky enough to worship at her altar.
I increase the speed, my breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts.
The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin on skin, fills the quiet room around us.
"You like that?" I ask, my voice thick with lust and a possessiveness that I no longer care to hide. "You like having my cock deep inside your pretty pussy, taking everything I have to give?"
"Yes," she moans, her head thrashing against the pillow, her hair a wild halo of copper. "God, yes. Fuck me harder, Hudson. Don’t be gentle."
I oblige, my control evaporating as the friction becomes unbearable, the pleasure reaching a screaming peak. I can feel her walls tightening around me, pulsing as she nears the edge, and the sight of her coming undone is the most powerful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
"Look at me, Tinsley. Look at me," I command, and when she opens her eyes, I see the exact moment she shatters.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking me with a desperate, rhythmic intensity that sends me crashing over the edge.
I explode inside her, a violent, bone-deep release that leaves me shaking, filling her with hot spurts of everything I have.
I collapse against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
We stay like that for a long time, the only sound the ragged gasps of our breath and our hearts racing in a frantic, synchronized duet. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers gently stroking the hair at the nape, and for the first time in my life, I feel a settling calm move over me.
I eventually roll to the side, taking her with me so we’re lying chest to chest, our legs still tangled. I pull her tight against me my side and run my hand slowly up and down her back.
For the first time since I can remember, I feel whole. Like maybe this is what the old men meant when they talked about finding your match. Your equal. The person who takes you apart and puts you back together, new and better than before.
She’s already half asleep on my chest, her hand spread over my heart like she’s staking a claim.
I close my eyes, smile into her hair, and finally let myself fall asleep knowing she’s all mine.