Page 56 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson (A Sawyer Brothers Story #1)

“Do you want me to drop you off at home?” he said as he turned onto the street leading to our neighbourhood. I checked my phone, and it was almost eight in the evening. Harper and I were supposed to be at the movies until ten.

Before I could reply, he hastily added. “Or you could come back to mine?”

I knew then that was exactly what I wanted.

A thousand thoughts swam around my head before I replied. “OK,” I said. I could feel his eyes drilling into the side of my face.

Hudson’s voice became soft and quiet. “Are you sure, Molly?”

Turning in my seat, our eyes tangled. I had never been surer about anything in my life.

“Yes.”

His smile was contagious .

As he pulled into his driveway, Reed’s Jeep was already parked. We’d stopped for gas on the way back, and the boys and Harper had gone on ahead.

Jamming the car into park, he turned off the engine and nodded towards his house.

“So, are you ready to see the monster’s lair?” Hudson whispered.

“You aren’t half as scary as you think you are,” I replied.

Hudson leaned over and pushed some hair back from my face, scanning my features. “We’ll see, beautiful.”

My tummy flipped at the compliment.

“What about your dad’s stuff?” I said, motioning towards where it sat on the back seat.

“I’ll deal with that tomorrow. I’ve been in close confines with the sweetest girl I’ve ever met for the last hour and a half, and I have other things on my mind that have nothing to do with my father.”

“OK,” I said shyly.

We both climbed out of the car and walked to the front door. Before he opened it, Hudson turned to face me. “Remember what I said, Molly. That I wouldn’t walk away a second time? If you come upstairs, I won’t just be showing you my room. You do understand that?”

To give him my answer, I placed my hand in his and walked into the lion's den. But it wasn’t with fear of the unknown pumping through my chest; it was anticipation of what was to follow.

*****

The layout of Hudson’s house was like my father’s, but bigger. I could hear voices when we walked into the lobby.

“That you, Hudson?” a lady shouted from the back of beyond. I felt a flare of nerves, but Hudson tightened his grip on my hand and shook his head with a finger to his lips.

“Yeah, Ma. I’m jumping in the shower and will be down in a bit,” he shouted, dragging me towards the stairs. I felt like a naughty secret and stifled a giggle when I stumbled.

When we were on the landing, Hudson pushed me in front of him, wrapping his arms around me and walked us forward. As we passed numerous closed doors, one opened, and Phoenix stuck his head out.

Like a rabbit in the headlights, we both stopped .

Nix mouthed the words, “You are so fucked,” at Hudson.

“Bite me, asshole,” he whispered back. You could tell from their tones that the exchange was boyish banter.

I sank into the feeling of Hudson’s broad chest pushing into my back. I felt tiny as he rested his chin on my shoulder and steered me towards his bedroom.

And then, after a twist of the door, we were in.

“Bienvenido a mi casa,” Hudson smirked, waving his hand around his bedroom.

It was bigger than mine. Extremely masculine, painted in tones of grey.

There were mirrored wardrobes, a large desk full of books, and a TV screen mounted on the wall and then my eyes dropped to the bed.

It was a large, antique-style oak bed, and it was made super neatly with dark grey sheets.

After I checked every nook and cranny, I turned back to Hudson. He was leaning against the door.

I cocked him a sultry smile and then walked over to the bed, tracing my fingers against his comforter.

After a deep breath, I then turned to face him.

“There’s something you should know,” I said, tugging my gym hoodie over my head and placing it at the bottom of the bed. I’d popped it on during our return journey as the temperature had dropped.

Hudson’s eyes were intense as he shoved off the door and walked towards me, or should I say stalked, his expression predatory.

And it thrilled me.

He stopped before me, looking down at the tight top I wore under my jumper and placed his hands on my shoulders. His touch was so gentle.

Hudson lowered his head and whispered, “You’ve never done this before.” He waited to watch my expression, the truth appearing across every part of my face before he added. “Neither have I.”

What? I blinked, unsure of what he was saying before he broke it down. “I don’t mean I’ve never had sex before, Molly. I mean, I’ve never been with a virgin. I just thought you should know.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never wanted to be with one before. Deflowering comes with responsibility, and that has never been my MO when it comes to getting off.”

“So, what’s changed. Why now? ”

“Because it’s you, Molly. And I want this more than I have ever wanted anything with any other girl.”

My breath hitched as he closed the space, his expression full of sinful intentions.

Hudson was so tall and broad, and I felt tiny beside him. I’d always hated my small size, but with this boy, I seemed to embrace it. I drank him in as he placed his arms over his shoulders and tugged his top off from the back, throwing it on the chair behind him.

My eyes raked over his body; my attention especially drawn towards his sexy forearms. They were so muscular with thick veins beneath the skin. I also loved how tanned he was, as my focus switched to his chest and washboard abs.

It felt like the most natural thing as I copied his movements.

Pursing my lips, I yanked my tank top over my head, revealing the black lace bra I had on underneath.

Hudson’s breath caught as he glanced down at my breasts.

The material was almost transparent, and I knew he could see my nipples pushing against the fabric.

I took a sharp breath as he lifted his hands and ran them over my shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Molly.”

“So are you,” I replied softly, trailing my fingertips over the bumps on his abs. My eyes followed the vee of muscle that disappeared behind the waistband of his jeans. It’s almost like an arrow pointing towards his crotch.

“I’ve never been called beautiful, but I’ll take it from you,” he husked as he slid his arms around my back and undid my bra.

He proved his experience with bra removal as the scrap of lace dropped to the floor between us.

And then his gaze darkened, his eyes hooded, and they ran over my bare skin. I felt the urge to cover myself as a hint of shyness kicked in, but I managed to keep my hands on the skin of his torso.

And then he lowered his mouth and kissed me, both hands lifting to hold the back of my head.

It was a passionate kiss, his tongue driving inside my mouth as our bodies smashed together.

My chest skimmed against his, causing me to moan, and then one hand left my hair and cupped one breast. He took the weight in his rough palm, and then his thumb slid over my nipple, and I was on fire.

Heat pooled between my legs, and he tightened his grip in my hair as his mouth moved ferociously over mine.

I pushed up and against him, and in a split second, my feet left the floor as with a growl, Hudson lifted me against his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist .

He walked us over to the bed before half pushing, half dropping me on the mattress. I bounced slightly, and Hudson leaned over me and unbuttoned my gym bottoms.

I helped him work them down my thighs, lifting my bottom to allow him to tug them down my legs and off my feet. And then I was half lying on his bed, propping myself up on my elbows as he discarded the bottoms and feasted his eyes on my body. I was naked apart from a tiny, neon pink thong.

“Your body is incredible,” Hudson husked, his expression almost pained as he took in every inch of me.

I smiled coyly and then swallowed as he started to undo his jeans. “Are you sure about this, Molly?”

His fly had buttons instead of a zip, and as each one popped, it was almost like a strip tease. I was so turned on and I could feel the dampness in my knickers.

“Take your panties off for me. I was to see all of you.”

I complied, lying back, and hooking my fingers into my underwear, before slowly pulling them off. They were soaked , just like I suspected they would be.

The thought of sex had always slightly scared me. I knew my own body and what I liked, but any pleasure had always been self-induced. No one else had ever touched me. But at that moment, I wasn’t scared at all. I felt so comfortable with Hudson and sexy. Even splayed there before him on his bed.

And then he shed his jeans and stood before me in black boxer briefs. I could see his erection jutting out and tenting his underwear, and the thought that I was responsible for that fuelled my confidence.

Pushing into a sitting position, I shuffled forward, dropping my feet to the floor. His huge hard dick was almost level with my face and I lifted my hands to touch him through his briefs.

Hudson was as hard as rock, and I didn’t miss his sharp intake of breath as I wrapped my fingers around him. I’d always thought the penis was a strange thing, not that appealing but I was naturally drawn to this one and everything that went with it. I wanted to explore every inch of his body.

“Fuck,” Hudson panted, smoothing his hand over my hair in gentle strokes. I wanted to see him, feel him, even taste him.

I took my time, stroking the solid length of him, enjoying the feel of something so powerful in my palm .

His cock twitched against my hand and I glanced up. His face showed immense pleasure, and I moved my keen fingers to the waistband of his underwear.

Hudson’s hands move to help me and as the material slid down and his cock sprung free.