Page 33 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson (A Sawyer Brothers Story #1)

A muscle in my jaw started to twitch as I reminded her. “I saved your sorry ass from drowning, remember?”

Forcing my muscles to relax, I leaned down and placed my lips against the cuff of Molly’s ear. I heard her suck in a breath. Fuck even her tiny ears were sweet.

“And I’m calling in your debt. So, your ass is mine Miller.”

“I’m not a piece of property, Hudson.”

“I beg to fucking differ,” I replied with a wolfish smile.

“You’re so snarly all the time. Typical Scorpio characteristics,” Molly muttered, rocking from one foot to the other.

I placed one of my hands on the lockers close to her head. “What?” I rasped. Where the hell had that come from? This girl was as unpredictable as her shitty British weather .

She motioned up and down my chest with one hand. “Your star sign. You must be a Scorpio; temperamental and as moody as hell.”

So little Molly Miller believed in horoscopes. I cocked my head as I responded, “You surely don’t believe in all that star sign crap?” I forced the words out as she was correct. My birthday was in October, and I was a Scorpio.

“Yes. Don’t you?”

“Nope. I don’t believe in looking to the stars. If I want to know the future, I fucking make it. I don’t read about it.”

Removing my hand from the locker, I stepped back so I could see her reaction to my words.

The loss of her softness was almost devastating, and I longed to wrap my arms around her in a bear hug.

“What do you want, Hudson?”

“What were you doing at Lang’s last night? You don’t have any friends,” I mocked, my eyes roaming over her perfect features.

“I went for a walk, not that it’s any of your business.”

“It is if it involves my sister.”

“I wasn’t doing anything to her. We hung out for a bit, that’s it,” she explained, her brow creased.

“Stay away from Harper.” My tone was firm.

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “I only found out last night that she was your sister. And why should I stay away from her?”

“Your reputation, for starters.” Referring to that, when I was responsible for it was a dick move, especially when Molly probably had good girl inscribed across her soul.

“You know there’s no truth there, Hudson. You and your followers made that rubbish up.”

“I don’t care. I still don’t want you anywhere near Harper.”

Her narrow shoulders drooped. “Fine. Whatever you say, oh master?”

From the way she defensively wrapped her hands around herself, I knew I’d won. My dick twitched, even though she was being sarcastic, I liked her calling me master.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Molly’s attempt at sarcasm was so lame.

“Well, one thing certainly springs to mind,” I snickered, crudely cupping my junk.

Molly glanced down and then gave me a snooty look. “No, thank you. I suggest you go find your friend Sasha to scratch that itch. ”

She lifted her hands and smoothed down her hair. She was embarrassed about looking at my crotch, and I hid my grin.

So, the Sasha thing had gotten to her. Molly fell for the prank that Sasha Watson was there to suck off half the team to congratulate them on a good game when in fact, she was there to see her boyfriend, Mason.

It had been his birthday, and Sash had wanted to surprise him by waiting in the locker rooms. They were a tight couple. Mason would rip the head off anyone who had ideas about Sasha. Sash and I went way back and attended preschool together. She was the only person who had met my real parents.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Surely you know who I mean. The girl from the guys' locker room?” she reminded me, moodily folding her arms across her ample chest.

I smirked and responded, “Sorry, no can do. I want you, English.” Molly’s cautious gaze remained fastened to mine as I drew back.

As she digested those words, and lowered her arms. She then glanced down at her backpack on the floor by her legs.

“Well, you’ll just have to want,” Molly replied, her eyes then flashing behind my shoulder. She was looking for someone to save her? No one would, as that would mean going against their king. “Sexual stuff is off the table.”

“Why, when you're clearly begging for it?”

“No, I’m not. I don’t believe in detached sex,” she muttered moodily.

I gave it a full minute, letting her stew before I replied. A nice guy would have put her out of her misery quicker, but I was anything but that. I was also miles away from feeling forgiving. I had hated being ghosted. It was a first for me, and I didn’t like how much of a failure it made me feel.

Clearing my throat, I dropped my bombshell. “You’re such a liar. But I didn’t mean that. I want you to tutor me.”

She snorted, “In what? Manners?”

My eyes narrowed. “Funny. No, in math.”

Molly gave me an incredulous look, “Really? Why?”

“Because if I want to stay off the bench, I need better results. I almost flunked my calc test last week.”

“How do you know if I’m any good at maths. You don’t even know me. ”

“You told me the day we met that you majored in math. And as far as knowing you goes, familiarity is overrated. I go with my gut. You ooze that smartass vibe.”

After a thick silence, she released a tired breath, but then agreed. “Fine. I’ll tutor you.”

Rolling my shoulders, I asked the inevitable, “Cool. My place or yours?”

She looked horrified by my suggestion, “In the library would be best. My father would have a stroke if I brought a boy home.”

That was kind of the point, but I let it slide for now.

“My place it is then. And you’ll be quite safe. I don’t force myself on girls. I don’t need to.”

I wanted Molly to feel like she had some control. When news that she was in my bedroom got onto social media, that shit would spread like the clap and stir everything up again. Which is what I wanted, didn’t I?

Thoughts of Molly in my room started to mess with me. Fuck, I needed to get my head on straight. I rarely allowed my dick to dictate what I did but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Taking a step closer. I smiled and skimmed my knuckles gently down her face.

“I’ll message you my address. Sunday works for me, around noon? Oh, and wear something…” I faded out my words on purpose, and she raised an unimpressed eyebrow as I tacked on, “comfortable. It gets hot in my room, so maybe something that doesn’t have too many layers.”

Molly snorted, “The day doesn’t exist when I allow you to tell me what to wear, Hudson.”

“We’ll see,” I replied with a cocksure smile, our lips so close.

I then did something that surprised us both: I kissed her.

Dipping my head, I covered her mouth with mine. Molly’s breath hitched at the contact.

And I found heaven.

My intention had been a firm peck at first, but when our lips touched, I couldn’t stop myself. I was hungry for more.

My hands moved up to grab her jaw, and I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth, demanding entry. Molly’s lips parted on a breathy moan, and her body surged up towards mine. I had her caged against the lockers with nowhere to go, and I loved the control that gave me .

The kiss was firm and consuming and it made my dick swell in my pants, my entire body coming alive. She was so fucking soft and pliant as I guided her head where I wanted it. Sucking on her tongue, lust radiated between us, the chemistry was raw and untamed as I fed on her mouth.

All I could sense was Molly; she tasted so sweet, the scent from her hair mixing with her natural, feminine essence. I could feel her small hands against my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling rather than pushing.

And then she started to kiss me back, and it became frenzied. I speared my fingers in her hair and yanked hard, and she whimpered into my mouth. So, she liked the rough stuff.

The heat between us took off, and I knew I had to shut it down before I lost control.

The need to pick her up and thrust my hard-on against her core was extreme.

The thought of sliding inside her pussy was making my cock painful and I knew we had to stop.

Molly was about a minute away from being fucked hard against the lockers.

We were in the middle of the school, and judging from the whistles and whoops behind us, we were not the only ones enjoying ourselves. After one last thrust of my tongue, I drew back, resting my forehead against hers to catch my breath.

“You’re fucked now,” I panted. I didn’t know which of us I was talking about.

I could hear people’s phones and knew pictures had been taken, maybe even videos, but I didn’t give a shit. My intention hadn’t been for show, I had wanted, no fuck that, needed to kiss her.

“So sweet,” I said softly, raising my head slightly.

“What?” she husked, disoriented.

“Earth to Molly,” I whispered against her lips, revelling in her dazed expression.

Molly’s head had sagged back against the locker I’d just pressed her against. She then blinked, clearly surprised by my actions and I moved away, walking backwards feeling as smug as fuck.

I didn’t give a shit that my huge dick was tenting my pants.

“See you Sunday.”

As I turned away, I ignored the comments which burst around me. I didn’t want to leave her. She looked so confused by what had just happened. She seemed to enjoy it, but what if I was too rough?

Why do you fucking care?

On the outside, I had won that round but inside I was fucking reeling . I had always thought myself to be emotionally impotent, but Molly Miller was proving me wrong .

You like her, as in, really like her.

I was one of the bad guys, but what was it about this one girl which made me want to change sides? Love at first sight was about as feasible to me as Santa Claus, but something was happening. The thought of messing with Molly now had me thinking I wouldn’t come out unscathed.

Stick to the plan, Hudson, keep your head out of your pants.

But it wasn’t just what was in my pants that I was worried about. It was that muscle caged behind my chest. It appeared it wasn’t as redundant as I had thought.

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