Page 11

Chapter Ten

HADLEIGH

H udson’s voice sounds raw as he adds, “I have literally done nothing in my sorry-ass life to deserve a woman like you. But I swear I’ll make up for it, prove I’m worthy of you and able to give you the life you deserve.”

“I don’t believe that for one minute,” I say in low, sexy tones, running my fingertips through his beard, marveling at how coarse, yet soft, the hair is.

“Not only did you risk your life countless times today to save me, but you were a Marine who sacrificed for our country. It’s obvious you’re as brave as they come. ”

“Yeah, but after the service, I was a fucking mess. I’m a wounded warrior, though it’s not obvious.

I fucked up my back good in the service,” he admits, twisting and guiding my hand to run my fingertips over the rough ridges from scars otherwise concealed by a back full of ink.

His cock slides out of me at the motion, and I already miss it, having grown accustomed to what felt like an impossible stretch less than a half hour ago.

“Do you still have back troubles? Or did the surgery help?”

“Surgeries,” he corrects. “They helped a lot, honestly. I’m pretty fucking good now. Though a bit less flexible in my lower back. But before the surgeries, I could’ve never handled all that fucking forest parcours you and I did together today.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” I giggle, unable to wrap my mind around the past seven hours.

He rests his hand on my hip, stroking my flesh with his thumb, and setting my body on fire all over again. The chemistry between us feels like spontaneous combustion. I expect our flesh to start smoking.

He adds, “After the surgeries, I got addicted to pain meds and sleeping pills. I was a serious mess there for a while. If it weren’t for buddies like Roscoe Vaughn, who believed in me even when there was nothing to believe in, who knows what would’ve happened to me.

He’s an Army Ranger who created a community for veterans and wounded warriors.

We each receive fifty acres and assistance from the community, building a cabin and supporting one another, with our buy-in.

So, that’s why I’ve given your brother more chances than he deserves.

Because I’m well aware that without faith from others, I wouldn’t be here. ”

I eye him gravely, leaning forward to kiss him. In a trembling voice, I say, “Thank God, you’re here, Hudson. Not only did you save my life, but I can’t imagine living without you, though everything’s happening so fast I can’t make sense of it all.”

“I’ve quit trying, Hot Stuff,” he replies with a lopsided grin. “Instead, I’m enjoying this magical ride and whatever else the Universe wants to bless us with. Let’s hope we’re done with the fucking rollercoaster and adrenaline rushes, though.”

We lie tangled in front of the fire, enjoying the feel of each other and the crackle of the logs. Suddenly, Hudson stirs, and I frown, not ready to move yet.

“We have to clean you up, so you don’t get a bladder infection. You’d kick my ass for that. I may still have a lot to learn about you, but I know you’re a firecracker. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

He returns with a warm washcloth, gently washing me, though I protest at first, not wanting to gross him out if there’s blood.

“Nothing about you could gross me out, Hadleigh. Besides, I’m the one who wrecked your pussy.”

“In a very good way,” I add, opening my arms and welcoming him back into them after he throws the washcloth in the washing machine along with our wet garments.

“We’re going to need clothes at some point,” he says, running his pointer finger along my jawline and snuggling into me. “Now, I want to know everything about you, Hadleigh,” he says, wrapping his big, muscular body around me and nuzzling my neck, his hot breath slowing as he relaxes into me.

My head spins. Where to start? “Well, you know I’m a SoCal longboarder …”

“How good a longboarder?”

“Decent. I can paddle out and catch waves with the best of them, though I prefer surfing Florida’s Emerald Coast or the Atlantic. As you know, the Pacific’s cold and tough with Great white sharks.”

“Bull sharks off Florida, and Great whites, too. Though the water’s the right temperature,” he grumbles.

“And how good a surfer are you?”

“I could give you a run for your money, I’d like to think. Though we won’t know for sure until we go out together. I’ve surfed longboards, too. But they’re not my fave.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I would’ve stuck with longboards.

Obviously, Dad surfed shortboards at Mavericks.

But in San Diego, we used the longboards, and I still own the last one my dad bought me.

” My voice catches, and Hudson pulls me closer, pressing his lips reassuringly to the nape of my neck.

“With everything that happened, I refuse to use anything else.”

“I get it,” he says, nodding. “Though for me, it was my uncle that I was close to, growing up. My mom was too busy slumming around with a new guy every week, it seemed. I got fed up, early, dealing with all the douchebags trying to be my ready-made stepdad. So, Rick offered to take me in, and Mom was only too willing to let me go. She didn’t want all the responsibility of a kid anyway. ”

“And is your Uncle Rick still alive?” I ask, tracing my fingertips up and down the swirling lines of the tattoos on his angular, hard shoulder.

“Yep, still tattooing in Kansas. I don’t know what it is about that place that holds him. He’s an old Harley guy, a member of his local VFA that moonlights as an old man’s motorcycle club. You know the type, I’m sure, from living in South Dakota.”

“It’s all about Sturgis,” I chuckle. “So, are you a big motorcycle guy?”

Hudson shrugs. “My Harley’s fun and all, but I like my Chevy dually just as much. I’m not in an MC or anything because I can’t stand the drama. But I do like taking long drives and seeing the country from the back of a bike.”

“It sounds fun,” I say, stretching and cuddling into him some more. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue? And yours?”

“Green. Like your eyes.”

“Talk about cheesy pickup lines,” he mutters, kissing my cheek and jawline, his hands roving over me and sending little sizzles along my naked flesh.

“It’s true,” I counter. “And honestly, I’m a little upset brown isn’t your favorite color like my eyes.”

“Well, it is my favorite eye color,” he replies with a lopsided grin.

I raise my head, arching a skeptical eyebrow.

“At least, now it is. What’s your favorite kind of food?”

“Thai. And yours?”

“Ribs. I’m a ribs man.”

“I make the best Thai ribs, no freaking joke.”

“No, you don’t,” Hudson says, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I do. I swear.”

“See,” he says, running his rough thumb over my nipple, and drawing a sigh of pleasure from me. “You were made for me. It’s obvious.”

“Wait until you try the ribs,” I tease.

“How about I try your tits instead?” he growls, stretching until I feel the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around me.

“Mmm,” I moan, dazed with pleasure as his fingers find my pussy, sliding back and forth along the length of my folds. “God, your fingers, Hudson.”

“Only my fingers?” he questions, arching a wicked eyebrow.

“Your tongue, your cock, your everything,” I sigh, wrapping my dainty fingers around his thick, hard rod.

“Your favorite movie?” he grunts as I fist his cock, sliding my hand back and forth.

“Favorite movie?” I giggle. “Is that really the conversation for this moment?”

He moans as my hand slides over his rod again. “Use some of the coconut oil,” he says, and I take his suggestion, loving the way pleasure seizes his features as my hand slides back and forth. “I’m trying to prove this relationship is about more than sex,” he adds breathlessly.

“What was the question again?” I whimper, hips inching towards his expert fingers.

“Favorite movie?”

“ Twister ,” I say truthfully and wickedly as I twist my hand back and forth, slipping up and down his thick length.

He sighs darkly, fighting for control. “Really?”

“Really. And for you?”

“ The Magnificent Seven .”

“New or old?”

“Both.” His rod is like a miracle, growing harder, hotter, and thicker at each stroke. I could spend hours playing with my new favorite toy.

“What do you want from me?” I ask seductively, reversing the tables on my tatted lover.

“Every fucking ounce of pleasure I can squeeze out of you,” he replies thickly, voice straining as I draw him closer.

“I want the same from you,” I whisper, kissing his mouth.

“Ride me, then,” he begs. “I would give pretty much anything, maybe even my fucking life, to see you bobbing on my cock, your tits bouncing in the air.”

“I won’t settle for less than your life,” I tease as he turns so I can slide out from under him. He lies back, fingers still playing with my pussy.

“Good because I’m not giving any less when it comes to you. I’d say to use the lube again, Hadleigh. But fuck, your pussy’s drenched and dripping for me.”

“Yes.” I straddle him, resting my hands on his chest as I lean back to take him. His rod’s so hard and straight he easily slides in, pain diminished and replaced with sloppy, messy satisfaction.

He slurps me happily off his fingers, eyes locking with mine. “You’re still a tight fit, Hot Stuff. But I hope this time you can appreciate my piercing,” he says naughtily, grabbing my hips and angling them so his barbell grazes my G-spot.

“Fuck,” I moan, body pure ecstasy as I repeat the move, lower abs tightening and pussy gripping him.

Hudson smiles a knowing smile. “Use my cock to pleasure yourself,” he urges. “I want to watch you come unglued on top of me.”

“I can do that,” I murmur, focusing on the feel of his pierced head stroking the bundle of nerves and sending me floating towards heaven.

Raising his hand, he spits on it, making my pussy clench tighter. Finding my pearl, he stimulates and plays with me, edging me closer to bliss with each swipe and pass.

“I want to be the man you come to for all your pleasuring, Hadleigh. I want to fulfill every one of your dirty little fantasies. Even the ones you don’t know you have yet.”

“The ones I don’t know I have?” I whisper, cheeks warming.

“Do you read romances? I know a lot of women are into those.”

“You mean smutty books?”

“Sexy ones. Whatever you call them. The ones that let you explore your sexuality and your deepest, darkest desires.”

“But don’t you find that weird?” I ask, a little surprised.

“I don’t find anything weird that brings you pleasure. I’m your lover now, completely committed to making you come again and again. My only ground rule is you and me. Nobody else. Got it?”

I slide up and down his hard rod, playing with the angle and depth as my tits bounce. “Good thing because I could go murderess if another bitch came around you.”

He chuckles, leaning up to pinch and lick my nipples. “Naughty girl. You want me all to yourself. I’m going to ride you hard then. Be forewarned.”

“Yes,” I scream as he thrusts deeper, slapping my ass against his hips. “I can take everything you have to give. I want all of you.”

“On all fours, then, Hadleigh,” he orders, catching me by surprise. “Are you okay with having your ass smacked?”

I worry my bottom lip. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s give it a try, then. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“And?”

“And?”

“And I get to smack you back?” I ask, filling in what seems obvious.

“Of course,” he chuckles. “Smack me, bite me, claw me. Whatever you need to do to show the world I belong to you.”

I scramble off his lap onto my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder as he comes up behind me, biting my ass cheek teasingly before smacking me.

“That okay?” he asks.

“Fuck. Yes.” I unravel a little at the pleasurable sting.

“Good,” he groans, seizing my hips and eating me out from behind. The move catches me so off guard, all I can do is surrender. Let him demand my pleasure as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue, lapping and licking me mercilessly.

Transformed into an animal, all feeling and no thought, I grind into his face as he praises, “Good girl. Fuck, yeah, Hadleigh. Just how I want you. Demanding your pleasure.” I moan and scream, orgasming hard against his face, riding his beard, and lost in the stroke of his hand over my clit.

He smacks my ass again, and I melt. Grabbing my hips, he slowly sinks into me, riding me deeper now, frenzied. Pulling out all the way so that I feel him from tip to balls, showing me just how pleasurable and massive he is.

“Your pussy is perfection, Hadleigh. You have no idea how far it pushes me over the edge. So wet and silky. And the way you flutter and suck me in is every-fucking-thing, like you can’t get enough of me.”

“I can’t,” I pant, crumbling around him again. The rapture is almost too much, but I need him to come inside me more than I need to breathe.

His hand finds my tits, alternating rubbing and twisting my nipples until I can’t take anymore, so sensitive and awakened. I’m a throbbing ball of nerves, pleasure unwound around his massive cock.

“Hudson,” I scream, pushing back into him as I come so hard my lower ab muscles jump. My elbows nearly fail me, my arms shaking as hard as my body.

He thrusts into me, flesh smacking and screaming something unintelligible as he floods me with hot waves of cum. I suck in every bit of the bliss he bestows. Waiting to give my virginity to this man is the best decision I’ve ever made.