Page 58 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson (A Sawyer Brothers Story #1)

HUDSON

The next couple of days were a mix of euphoric and awkward. After Ma chewed me a new one for sneaking Molly upstairs (especially after the visit from her father), she grounded my ass. When I was home from school, I spent most of my time in my room, or as Reed called it, the doghouse .

My brothers added to my pain by laughing about me getting caught with my pants down. Not literally, thank fuck.

“Sweet little Molly was very vocal,” Micah had said with a nudge when Ma was upstairs. We were playing Fortnite in the den. He said this whilst he had one hand down his joggers, the dirty bastard.

“Leave your dick alone, Micah.”

He made an excuse about an itch. Not bloody likely. He was one of those boys who couldn’t leave it alone.

“You might want to gag her next time. I could help you with that,” Nix added with a smutty grin. What could I say, Phoenix was into the kinky shit.

They were all jealous because they weren’t getting any. I told them so and was pelted with chips for my efforts.

After said lecture from Ma, I’d taken my father’s box of shit up to my room and put it on top of my closet.

I wasn’t ready to deal with the contents yet.

The timing wasn’t right. I couldn’t afford any more distractions leading up to the game.

I already had one diversion: a tiny, perfectly formed blonde one with perfect tits and a sublime pussy.

I met up with Molly regularly at school. At every given opportunity, I touched her—mainly kisses and the occasional fondle in the janitor’s office, but nothing full on, which was giving me a proper case of blue balls.

I’d played with her tits and fingered her among the brooms and cleaning products, not very romantic but she’d loved it.

That fear of getting caught always created the best sexual adrenaline.

We were at school and so could only afford stolen moments together.

But they were better than nothing as I craved her ass like a drug .

The sex had been amazing , and I knew that was because I had feelings for her. I had decided I would be the man to give Molly all her firsts.

Her sweet expression when she came on my cock would remain in my memory forever.

I’d been worried about hurting her; she was so fragile, and it was the first time I’d been with a virgin.

I was usually all about the rough stuff, but I knew I needed to pace myself with her.

Allow her body to get used to mine. I wasn’t used to being so generous in the sack, hell, I’d been known to blow my load before the girl got off in the past, like a proper selfish douche.

But not with Molly, her enjoyment was just as important as mine.

I can honestly say the orgasm I had with Molly was so intense, I was surprised it didn’t obliterate the condom.

Over the last few days, Molly had become a keen learner, and I couldn’t wait to teach her everything I knew.

But at her pace, I wasn’t going to rush things.

For the first time in my life, it wasn’t only about fucking.

That vicious craving gripped me by the throat. I needed her again and soon. Just thinking about the scent of the sex we had shared made me hard.

To think that I had been determined to hate her for who her old man was seemed ridiculously juvenile now. Molly had divided me in half, one side the predator and the other the protector—two contradictions, the story of my life.

My feelings toward her were becoming stronger all the time. Molly was a good girl, funny, interesting, and loyal—beautiful, inside, and out, all the things you wanted your woman to be.

And that was it, right there. I hadn’t asked her to be my girl yet, and I knew I needed to correct that fucker fast. Molly was my addiction, and the only way to feed that was to make her mine, officially.

Primal possession roared through me. There was no doubt in my mind now, I was falling in love with her.

Molly Miller could make my jaded world perfect, and I would do everything to make her world the same.

My father’s box of belongings and the issue with the Creeds worried me, and I felt stressed. The only person who calmed me down was Molly.

In respect of Xander Creed selling his shit outside my school, I had spoken to Tommo a couple of times about my plans.

I needed to send a clear message about where he did his business.

Once I made my point, I would pay off Micah’s debt with some of my father’s cash.

Dirty money being given to a dirty organisation felt like poetic justice.

The rest I would donate to charity or maybe the foster system, which clearly needed the funds.

Tommo said he’d help me. We’d been friends since we were kids and served time in Juvie for the same crime: breaking into cars. What could I say, that shit came in handy.

He now worked for a security firm, of all things. Tommo dropped out of school without graduating. The fact that he was such a successful thief made him great at putting measures in place to stop other people doing that shit.

The perfect opportunity to strike would come on Friday.

Nicholas Creed was on the opposing team, and word had it that his brother never missed a game.

Whether he was there to support his kin or deal drugs was unclear.

Maybe both? I didn’t give a shit, I just needed him to be there and not remain in his car.

There was also the chance he might be clean that night, but I doubted it.

All those people at the game would be missed custom

Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. I was buzzing for the fight, especially as we were up against St Andrew’s.

And then there were my intentions towards Molly. I would make a statement that night in front of everyone . I was going to ask her out. Even the risk of her saying no didn’t deter me. For the first time, I had genuine feelings for a female.

Molly was like a lifeline towards a better life, and if I had to bow down and get on my knees for her and her old man, I’d do it.

Fuck me. I’d do anything for her.

MOLLY

It was Friday, game night. I glanced around the field.

The entire stadium was buzzing. We weren’t far into the season, but everyone was ready for this game.

The past bad blood between St Andrews and Harbor Heights ran thick, so I had been told.

All the players and the cheer squad were fired up.

Tate had even wished me luck, which was a first. I so hoped I didn’t mess the routine up.

The boys were next to us, warming up, and Coach had just launched into his pep speech .

"Alright, team, listen up. We've put in the work, and we’re more than ready. This is our chance to prove ourselves. Remember, all those hours spent in the field, the drills, and the sacrifices we’ve made. Let’s dominate the hell out of this game. We are a team, and we fight as one!”

He started pacing up and down, getting the players fired up.

“Let’s go and show these boys who rules this season—and MAKE SOME HISTORY!” Coach Rutherford roared to a blast of cheers, air horns, and fists pumping the air.

His words of encouragement were truly inspiring as the players went wild.

The cheerleaders surrounding me also jumped in the air, energetically waving their pom poms as people erupted.

Anyone close enough to hear the coach’s speech was hungry for a win.

You could almost taste the testosterone in the air, and I joined in with the cheer, positive energy pumping through my veins.

As the players jogged past us, waiving at their spectators and teammates sitting on the side, my eyes locked on Hudson.

He looked so hot in his sports get-up. I could see his eyes beneath the cage of his helmet, and I knew where his focus was.

Heat crept up my cheeks as he stopped right in front of me, and I lowered my arms as he leaned as close to my ear as his helmet would allow.

My heart rate spiked as his masculine scent filled my nostrils. “Well, if you’re not the sexiest cheerleader I’ve ever seen. Wish me luck, baby.” He followed this up with a bad boy grin. It was so cute it almost gave me palpitations.

“Good luck,” I shouted, thoroughly delighted.

I was buzzing. I even waved at my father, who was standing next to the coach, his face a mixture of pride and something else I couldn’t describe.

I noted the way he watched Hudson as he returned to where his teammates were stretching out.

Even amongst the chaos of the field, Dad acknowledged my wave with one of his own.

He too was dressed in our team’s colours.

The atmosphere was electric as the home fans started to sing the school anthem. The weather had also been kind to us. The sun was shining, but there was a cool breeze.

Threaded throughout the sea of spectators were pockets of vibrant colours.

The school stadium lights highlighted assorted banners and flags, gold wigs and the excited faces of the fans, some painted with stripes.

It was almost overwhelming, and it felt so good to be part of something so huge.

That sense of school community was rife and extremely humbling.

You didn’t get that type of hype at my last school.

Stiff upper lip and all that shit. Americans wore their hearts on their sleeves when it came to football camaraderie.

The opposition had their fair share of fans in the crowds, but they were nowhere near as vocal or as giddy as us. You could almost taste the victory.

“Oh my God, what did Hudson say to you?” Storm squealed from beside me, before spinning towards the crowd at my back. I followed her lead as we both jumped up and down, spurring our supporters on to shout and cheer at the tops of their lungs.

“He asked me to wish him luck,” I said, in between breaths.

“Wow. Hudson never approaches the cheer squad during a game,” she confessed.

I dropped my pom poms to my side, “Really?”