Chapter 25 Mira
“That was . . .” I gasp while I try to process the orgasms that erupted throughout my nervous system.
“Everything,” he finishes, as he rests his head against me, and I’m well aware that his arms are the only thing keeping me from becoming a puddle on the ground. My muscles tremble and my skin tingles as Hudson crawls his way up my torso, kissing every part of me he passes.
My breath is erratic when I try to steady it, an impossible task now that he’s standing again, and I can feel the hard length of him, firm against my thigh. I’ve wanted him for ages, and now that he’s here, the taste of me on his lips, I can’t wait any longer.
“Take off your clothes,” I order, as Hudson lifts his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor.
I’ve already memorized my favorite pieces of him—the sword on his side and the mole below his collarbone—but I still want to explore more of him. To know him completely.
“All of them,” I command, my gaze lingering on the erection visible underneath his shorts.
He’s wild-eyed and ravenous at the suggestion as he slips them off. Even though I had an idea of what was hiding underneath there, seeing it in front of me is more than I expected.
“That’ll do,” I joke, pushing him on the bed just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Hudson says, before Vanessa’s voice pierces through the particleboard.
“Hudson, you need to open the door!”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his face flushed, and I’m sure I look twice as red when I see the door handle jiggle. As happy as I am that Vanessa and I have rekindled our friendship, this situation is messy, even for me.
“One sec,” Hudson says, standing to find his shorts.
“I’m trying to save you here,” Vanessa shouts, as I slip back on my clothes.
“Go ahead,” I say, motioning him to get the door.
“I might need a minute,” he replies, glancing down. His erection is clearly visible through his shorts. The disappointment of not being able to take advantage of that is not lost on me, but I have to focus on my current problem before I can tackle that one.
“Fuck it, I’m coming in,” Vanessa says, bursting through the door, a bent Sephora card in her hand.
“What the hell?” she asks. Her eyes dart between me and Hudson.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” I say to her, trying to figure out how to explain the situation without sounding like a lunatic.
“Really?” she replies, glancing towards Hudson, who is clutching a pillow over his crotch. “Because it looks like Hudson finally told you the truth about Katherine.”
I look back to Hudson for confirmation. “She knows?”
He gives me an embarrassed nod, clutching the pillow harder.
“I had suspected for a while,” Vanessa interjects, “but Hudson confirmed everything yesterday when I caught you two canoodling on the boat.”
“We were not canoodling,” I argue.
“Okay, exhibiting signs of sexual tension,” she counters. “Either way, it was obvious you two had a thing.”
“And now we’ve cleared that up,” Hudson says, shifting his weight from side to side. If he stays hard this long under these circumstances, I can’t imagine what he’ll be like when we’re alone, with no distractions. I might not survive. “What’s so urgent you need to break into our room?”
“Susan is back on property,” she states seriously. “Accompanied by an official-looking woman with a clipboard. And they are both demanding to see you.”
“And it’s gone,” Hudson says, standing up unimpeded.
“Sorry to ruin the mood.”
“It’s fine,” Hudson says, throwing on his shirt. “Can you tell her that I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Oh, I wasn’t volunteering to play messenger,” she snaps back, causing me to cover my smirk with my hand. “I have to get Mira here rehearsal-dinner-ready.”
“I just need to do a quick rinse,” I say, gathering clothes from my bag. “I can be ready in ten.”
Vanessa shakes her head. “Tonight’s dinner isn’t on a river raft. Susan rented a banquet hall at one of those fancy lodges, with five-course meals and gas fireplaces on the patios. It’s bougie. You gotta dress to impress.”
“I don’t count,” I counter, doubting I even have a place setting.
“Yes, you do,” she quips. “You’re just as important as anyone else here. Except maybe Meredith.”
“I second that,” Hudson replies, standing next to me, running his hand along my arm.
And I have to admit it feels nice to be included.
“Why don’t you go get ready, and I’ll meet you by the Jeep in thirty?
” he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Although we just partook in more outlandish displays of affection, this simple expression is enough to make my skin tingle.
“Make it thirty-five,” Vanessa says, pulling me out the door.