21. Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-one
Hudson
My cell phone vibrates from where it’s resting on the desk.
Grayson: You found out if she’s worth it or not yet?
I glance up and catch the eyes of the woman I spent most of the night and morning inside of. The woman I can’t get enough of.
Hudson: Yeah, she’s worth it
Grayson: So you caved, too?
Hudson: Like a deck of cards
Grayson: I look forward to meeting her
I make an instant decision; one my little spitfire is probably going to fight me on.
We’re going to London. In two weeks’ time.
With excitement running through me at the thought of spending Memorial Day weekend with her, I continue the lecture with more enthusiasm than I’ve shown before.
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Hudson: Bring your passport when you come to my place tonight
Mia: I don’t recall agreeing to come to you, or you asking me
Hudson: I recall telling you that you’ll be staying with me most nights
Mia: Most nights. Not every night
Hudson: Well tonight is one of the ‘most’
Mia: Why do you need my passport?
Hudson: You’ll find out when you get here
Mia: Have I told you you’re annoying?
Hudson: Would you like another spanking?
She doesn’t respond, not that I really expected her to. She tries to make out she doesn’t like me bossing her around, but I know it’s something she’s coming to crave. She needs someone to tame the brat inside her, and I’m more than happy to be the one to do it.
I spend the rest of the afternoon looking through the college rules, rules that I enforce, trying to find a way around this impossible situation I’ve found myself in.
Mia
For the second night in a row, I find myself heading to Hudson’s place. This time, though, I’m running. I love to run and since whatever Hudson and I have going on started, I’ve found myself doing it more. I need a clear head around him and exercise is what does that for me.
The moment he opens the door, however, my clear head is gone.
He’s bare-chested, his perfectly sculpted abs and pecs on display in the board shorts he’s wearing.
“You ran?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum. No way am I capable of forming words right now, I’m quite sure my tongue is hanging out of my mouth.
“Sweet pea, I would have picked you up.”
“I like to run.” My tongue seems to be working again.
“Where’s your passport?” His eyes have narrowed on me.
“I figured you didn’t need the actual thing, so I’ve got a picture of it.” If he’s not going to explain what he needs it for then that’s the best he’s getting.
“That’ll work.”
“You going to tell me why you need it?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, just keep Memorial Day weekend free.” He really does wind me up sometimes.
“What if I already have plans?”
“Cancel them.” Excuse me?
“I will not.”
He stops walking through the house and spins to face me. “Do you have plans?”
“That’s not the point,” I pout.
“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re trying to start an argument over nothing. Just keep the fucking weekend free.”
“You don’t need to be a dick, Hudson.”
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he mutters to himself. “Where’s your cell phone?” He holds his hand out to me.
I reach into the back zipped pocket of my shorts and retrieve it, but I don’t hand it over to him.
“Tell me what you have planned.”
“No.” He lunges and grabs my cell quickly swiping across the screen and holding it up to my face to unlock it.
“Get in the pool while I sort this.” I hear a beep and know that he’s sent the image to himself.
“Say please.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “Baby girl, you are seriously fucking pushing it tonight. I don’t really want to spank you again so soon after the last time, but I will if I need to.”
“What if I don’t want to swim?” I do, I’m just being a total bitch.
He bends down, pushes his shoulder into my stomach and stands up with me hanging over him fireman style.
“Hudson!” His hand comes down hard over my ass and it really hurts, my skin still tender from yesterday.
Next thing I know, I’m airborne before my body plunges into the surprisingly warm water. I surface with a splutter to see his back heading into the house.
“Where are you going?”
“To get a fucking drink!” I snort laugh at his response.
When he returns five minutes later, I’ve removed my clothing which is currently in a wet pile by the edge of the pool. In his hand is a crystal tumbler of amber liquid, and he makes his way down the pool steps toward me, the glass firmly in his grip.
“What’s that?”
“Whisky.”
I scrunch my nose up. “I don’t think I’m really a whisky kind of girl.”
“Have you ever tried it?” He’s standing less than a meter from me now.
“Not a good one.”
“Come here.” He pulls me through the water until my body is pressed against his. “Open for me.” Taking a large sip, he dips his head down over mine.
Holy shit, is he about to do what I think he is?
His hand comes up and cradles my face, his thumb digging into my jaw so I can’t close it even if I wanted to.
Which I don’t.
He spits a steady stream of the golden liquid into my mouth.
My tastebuds are flooded with a rich, strong, smoky flavor that heats every crevice, and under it all is the undeniable flavor of him.
It’s delicious.
He let’s go of my jaw, his fingers stroking along the skin. “Now, swallow.” His eyes darken as I do exactly as he ordered. “It’s so fucking hot when you obey me.”
“You’d hate it if I didn’t fight you, too.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he smirks.
“You know I am.”
“I’d like less of it in the bedroom, though. Do you like it?” He nods toward the glass in his hand.
“It’s delicious, but only when it comes from you.” His hand finds the small of my back and presses me into him, his erection firm against the skin of my stomach. “More please, Daddy.”
“Fuuck,” he groans before he takes another sip of the liquid and spits it into my mouth.
His lips close over mine before I can swallow and his tongue tastes the whisky in my mouth, both of us moaning as the hard liquor and a flavor that is undeniably us floods our tastebuds.
“My new favorite way to drink,” he murmurs as he pulls back, his eyes glazed in pleasure.
“You know, I’m kind of hungry.”
“Oh yeah, what would you like?” He knows I’m not talking about food.
“This” — my finger runs along the rim of the glass — “and this.” I reach into his swim shorts and give his erection a hard squeeze.
“Fucking hell.”