Page 17 of One Boiling Summer (Texas Summer #15)
ROUND ONE AND MORE
HUDSON
I shifted, standing with Lacey in my arms, her legs locked around my waist. We stumbled toward the soft grass near the shoreline. I intended to take her to the camper, but then I remembered one very important detail?—
“Bunk beds. Shit. Not exactly comforts of home.” I set her down on the grass instead.
She laughed and patted the greenery at her side. “Here?”
“No one is around to see us. And besides, my lungs need fresh air, remember?”
“Well, if we must follow Doc’s orders.” She winked and took off the cardigan, then spread it out, surprising me to be going for it. I picked her up again, knelt, and laid her back gently on top of it.
“Comfy?” I confirmed.
“Such a sweetheart. To think I had it wrong all those years that you were so grumpy.” She tugged my T-shirt upward, and I took it off overhead, tossing it aside.
Her palms smoothed over my muscles, eyes trailing along.
Gooseflesh sprouted across my skin. “You are one handsome man, Hudson. Now I see the real you,” she purred.
I covered her, kneeing her legs open, fitting myself just right between them. Then I claimed her lips again in a searing kiss, hot enough to start another fire as she ground her core against the hard ridge of my cock. I held steady, intoxicated by her buildup to a frantic pace.
“Getting what you need?” I groaned, knowing she was on edge.
“Hudson,” she moaned my name. “I need more.”
My hands dove under the tee, stripping it off of her, only to find her tantalizingly bare. I licked my lips, my gaze lingering on every curve.
“I love this view.” My mouth grazed down her chest, sucking in a pert nipple. More of her moans chased the twirl of my tongue around it.
“Right now, there’s something else I want.” Her hands impatiently feathered down my torso, landing on my waist. Her fingers flicked open the button on my jeans.
I hissed, my muscles coiled tight. “Save it for later,” I teased her back. I dropped kisses further down to her thighs until I finally centered my face between them. She arched, fingers threading in my hair as I inhaled her scent. Definitely better than hospital air.
I peeled her shorts off, dragging them past her ankles. No panties. My groan echoed off the lake. “You’re trying to kill me?”
“I’m trouble, remember?”
“Fuck, don’t I know it.” I snaked my tongue through her wet seam, finding her clit ready for me and responsive.
I flicked it with slow, deliberate strokes—long licks that drove her insane, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue until her thighs trembled around my ears. Every gasp of hers made the fire in my veins burn hotter.
“Hudson. Mm.” Her hips lifted off the spread-out cardigan, seeking more pressure.
“Easy, baby.” I slid two fingers inside, curling just right and sucking lightly. Her nails scraped through my hair—pain and pleasure all in one.
I feathered her clit, coaxing, encouraging, until her entire body gave in. I learned the way her knees quivered, the hitch in her breathing right before she let go.
“That’s it, Lace,” I murmured against her slick heat. “Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”
She shattered with a cry of my name echoing all around us. Her face poised in ecstasy, mouth forming a cute oh. I drank her up, my heart thundering with primal satisfaction.
“Mine. All mine. You hear me, Lace? I’ll make a Goodson out of you, I swear it.” I hovered over her.
“Mm. Hudson… Is this how you move? So fast?”
“Better keep up with me. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
I nuzzled her neck until the ripples of pleasure subsided. She tugged me by the hairs, meeting my eyes, hers still glazed with aftershocks. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned softly into my mouth.
“You’re lethal,” she whimpered as I ground my cock against her.
Then I winced. “Fuck. I left my phone and wallet in Carson’s car.”
“Which means?” She gasped.
“No wallet. No condom.”
She tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, eyes meeting mine without a flicker of hesitation. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Besides, it’s been a while for me. Are you okay with that?”
Relief surged through me. “Better than okay. Last checkup was three months ago. A while for me, too. I want all of you, Lace.”
Her lips curved in a slow, wicked smile. “Then take me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my jeans down, adjusted between her thighs, and kissed her hard—needy, breathless—like I could taste forever on her lips.
She wrapped a hand around me, guiding me to her slick entrance. “Don’t hold back.”
With a groan, I sank into her, inch by aching inch, until I was buried to the hilt. She arched beneath me, breath catching. She welcomed me like this was more than lust—it was home.
“Oh, God… we fit,” she whispered.
I stilled, overwhelmed by the heat, the tight clutch of her body, the way she welcomed me like she’d been waiting too.
“You were made for me,” I rasped. “I’ve dreamed of this—of you —for so damn long.”
Her hips lifted, urging me deeper, and I began to move, slow and steady, savoring every shiver and moan. Her nails dragged down my back, and I knew—I’d never be the same.
“How did you know you wanted me?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Just hit me, on your eighteenth birthday, how special you were. Then each time you’d come to town, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Destiny?”
“Maybe.” I captured her mouth again. But she wasn’t sated yet.
“You should have said something at some point about how you felt, Hudson.”
“You were never ready. You were all about Carson. I think it took you being here now, for things to happen the way they did in order for us to make sense.”
“Maybe you weren’t ready either until now, Hudson. Life has a funny way of working out.”
Sweat slicked our skin under the sweet summer sun. With no one around to see us as we lay in the tall grass, the breeze kissed our movements like blessings.
“Faster?” I applied my hand at her neck and leaned in, licking her pulse.
“I like this pace, like a lazy summer day.” She tightened around me. “Want to feel every second with you.”
We moved, unhurried, like the lake itself. Her moans branded on my soul. I slipped a hand between us, circling her clit. She gasped—clenched—whimpered my name.
“Let go on my cock, baby,” I urged. “I’ve got you.”
Pleasure ripped through her. The sight of her coming and the feel of her body rippling beneath me triggered me, too. I thrust once more, and spilled inside of her, my growl loud in the open air.
We stilled, hearts drumming together. Another breeze floated by our dampened skin. I rolled to my side, sighing and satisfied, keeping her close in my arms.
“Best summer day ever,” I breathed.
“Mm,” she sighed like a woman satisfied. “Mama said I could stay at her house as long as I need.” She traced circles on my chest.
“Hm. Mama’s got excellent hearing, though. To be honest, none of the beds at Mama’s place are comfortable enough for two.” I laughed and kissed her hair. “Because after today I have a feeling we’re going to be like kids, sneaking around. Guarantee it.”
“I think you may be right. So you have a job but still live with Mama?” She laughed with me about it, although the tone of her voice worried me.
“That better not be a turnoff, Lace, not now after everything we’ve been through this week.
I usually stay in the camper most of the year.
But with bunk beds, it needs a remodel before it’s fitting enough for us.
When Dad died, each of us kids got a couple of acres here on the property.
I’ve saved more than enough money to build, but haven’t had time to think about it yet—or a reason to, until now. ”
She seemed to ponder the situation for a minute. “And my house will need rebuilt once the insurance money comes in. It’s a lot to think about.”
“It is, but we have all the time in the world to talk and figure things out. Right now, I’m not able to think of anything beyond round two.”
“Round two?” She questioned, then yelped as I picked her up and carried her with me into the lake.
“I’ve had a five-alarm fire for you for far too long to stop at once today, baby.” I nearly died yesterday, but she didn’t need to know how much I thought about that. If this was my second chance, I‘d damn well live in the moment with her.
She giggled, snuggling closer, holding me tighter the deeper in the water we got. The lake took us in with open arms like we belonged there together.
Somewhere behind us, life waited—houses to rebuild, rumors to rewrite, forever to figure out—but right now I had my whole world in my arms, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Not anymore.