Chapter 6 #2
“Just over two years.”
She must have done a shitty job schooling her expression, because Hudson snorted at her amazement.
Then he sobered as he explained, “My dad was sick for a long time.”
Paige knew Hudson’s dad had died just prior to his return to Maris, but apart from that, he’d been quiet on the subject. Of course, she hadn’t brought it up, either, concerned it would be a painful topic for him.
“I see.”
“When I wasn’t at work, I was taking care of him. Toward the end, when it got really bad, I hired a nurse to stay with him during the day. There wasn’t time for a social life, and I wouldn’t have left him alone anyway.”
Paige’s impression of Hudson had been growing with each passing day, but knowing he’d put his life on hold to care for his father convinced her that the man he’d become was truly—truly—good.
She cupped his cheek, loving the rough feel of his beard. She gave him a soft kiss. “He was lucky to have you,” she whispered.
Hudson shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with her compliment. She wondered how much of that unease was driven by the guilt he still carried around about his teen years.
“It’s been a long time for me too,” she confessed. “So let’s not worry about longevity. I prefer quality anyway, and given that unbelievable orgasm you just produced in record time, I think it’s safe to say, I’m dining on filet mignon tonight.”
Hudson laughed. “You are too fucking adorable.” As he spoke, he rose and shucked off his boxers, giving her a bird’s-eye view of his monster cock.
“Wow.”
Hudson pulled the band out of her hair, her ponytail falling loose. Paige wore her hair in a ponytail approximately ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, so it occurred to her this was the first time he’d ever seen her hair down.
“Jesus,” he murmured, running his fingers through it almost reverently, pulling it over her shoulders.
Her black hair was long—very long—hanging almost to her ass.
It was also thick. She’d never been the type of woman to spend hours in the bathroom getting ready.
Her morning routine took less than twenty minutes, and that included the shower.
“So beautiful.”
Paige smiled at his words, so ready for the next part.
The orgasm she’d just had was already a faint memory, so she took his cock in her hand and stroked it.
Something told her she would never get enough of this man.
First thing in the morning, she’d do a little research, see if there was a sex addicts group locally, because she was already obsessed and he hadn’t even come inside her yet.
Hudson groaned low in his throat as she tightened her grip, bending to tease his head with the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck, Princess. This will be over way too fast if you keep doing that.” He grasped her wrist, gently extracting her hold on his dick. “I want your mouth,” he admitted, running his thumb over her lower lip. “But not this time. This time, I need to be buried deep inside you.”
“I want that too.”
She climbed on the bed more fully, pulling back the duvet and scooting to the middle, patting the mattress next to her. Hudson started to join her, only to stop, cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“The condoms are in my jeans. Which are at the bottom of the stairs. Don’t move.”
“Wait,” she said, stopping him when he turned away. “I’m on birth control.”
Hudson hesitated. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
She could get used to the way Hudson was looking at her right now. It made her feel like she was Christmas and Valentine’s Day and summer vacation all rolled up into one special person.
Hudson climbed into the bed, not stopping until he caged her beneath him. He was a pretty big guy, but she’d never felt that size quite as intensely as she did at this moment, and she really—REALLY—liked it.
He kissed her again, but this time the buss was shorter, and it seemed Hudson was as anxious as she was to move things to the next level.
Paige reached between them, gripping his cock, tugging until the head brushed against her pussy. “I want you so badly.”
Hudson didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered his hips, letting her guide him inside.
Paige was hot and wet, yet she felt the tiniest bit of worry about his size. He was a hell of a lot thicker and longer than any of her past lovers.
Hudson kissed her forehead, the gesture sweet and reassuring. Then, he pushed inside, slowly seesawing in and out, giving her time to adjust.
He was nearly to the hilt when Paige tilted her hips, wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust herself upwards, finishing the journey for him.
They moaned in unison, holding steady for just a second.
After that, it was on. Hudson withdrew until only the head of his cock remained before slamming back in again. Paige urged him on, meeting him thrust for glorious thrust. She threw her head back against the pillow, her eyes pressed tightly shut as she struggled to breathe.
Sex with her past lovers had never felt so primal, so potent.
Then she realized this wasn’t merely sex. It was the convergence of two hurricanes, a cataclysmic event so powerful, life would never be the same again.
And that was when Paige came like she’d never come before.
Hudson fucked her through that orgasm, even as he cursed, his own eyes clenched shut.
She could tell how hard it was for him to hold on, but he never relented, never wavered.
“Hudson!” she shouted in surprise when a second climax hit, just seconds after the first began to wane. Paige’s back arched as every muscle in her body grew rigid. She never understood the words “hurt so good” until that moment.
Mercifully, Hudson joined her just three short thrusts later, falling from his hands to his elbows, his chest pressed to hers.
“Christ. Princess. Paige! Fuck.”
Paige shivered as the last vestiges of her orgasm rumbled through her. Spent, she closed her eyes, fighting to draw air into her lungs. She hoped Hudson was alright, because she didn’t have the strength or energy to check on him.
Eventually, he shifted, pushing himself to her side, collapsing onto his back. Neither of them looked at each other, but she was moved when he reached out, clasping her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.
“That was…” She stopped there, due to a lack of air and the proper word to describe what had just happened.
“It was,” he agreed.
She turned her head toward him, loving the sight of Hudson Ryan in her bed. He looked right in this room. Like he belonged.
Like he should…
Paige stumbled over her thoughts, then went ahead and admitted the truth to herself.
He looked like he should stay there.
Forever.
That word had been creeping into her consciousness more and more, ever since Lacy and Logan’s gender reveal.
Paige had spent most of her adult life taking things day by day, without much thought to what came after.
Which, now that she thought about it, was wildly out of character for her.
She was the queen of planning and organizing every single aspect of her career and her house, but she fell way short when it came to her personal life.
She wasn’t sure why she’d never realized that before.
“You’re thinking again,” Hudson said, turning to look at her for the first time.
“I am,” she confessed.
“Good thinking or what-the-fuck-have-I-done thinking?”
She laughed. “Good thinking. Very, very good.”
Hudson twisted toward her, and she mimicked him, the two of them lying on their sides facing each other. He placed his hand on her hip.
“Good,” he said simply. “I would hate for you to regret or—”
“Never,” she hastily retorted, cutting him off. “I will never regret that, Hudson.”
He smiled, drawing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “Neither will I.”
They stared at each other for several moments, then she giggled. “And while I’ll never regret it, it will take some work for me to truly believe I’m lying naked in bed with Hudson Ryan. Trust me when I say, this was not on my bingo card back in high school.”
He laughed. “Mine either. But I think we’ve already established that I was a stupid asshole back then.”
“Can I ask you something?” Paige wondered if she should start this conversation, but it was something she’d always been curious about.
“You can ask me anything,” he assured her.
“Why did you hate Maris so much when we were in school?” While Paige meant what she said about accepting his apology, about the past being just that—the past—she’d always been curious about what had driven his anger.
“I’ll admit I’ve given that a lot of thought over the years, and I’m not entirely sure there was one big reason why. Granddad said I used to be feral, and that’s not too far from the truth. I grew up with just my dad. My mom took off when I was four and never looked back.”
Paige didn’t know that. In fact, there was a lot she didn’t know about him. Her primary goal in school was to avoid Hudson, so all she’d learned in regards to him was which hallways to avoid between classes. “Were you and your dad close?”
Hudson shrugged. “Yes and no. I think there’s a limit to how close you can truly get to an alcoholic.”
“Was he a mean drunk?”
Hudson shook his head. “No. Not at all. I don’t want you to think my anger was driven by abuse.
That wasn’t it. My dad was more…” He paused, and she could see him genuinely considering his words.
“He was inattentive, indifferent. The alcohol dulled his senses to the point he couldn’t focus on anything.
Not even me. So for most of elementary and middle school, I was left to my own devices.
I stayed out as late as I wanted, which wasn’t that late because my friends’ parents were paying attention to their kids.
So once the last buddy was called in for the night, I headed home. ”
“That sounds kind of dangerous.”