Chapter 35

35

Hudson

Hudson’s Words To Live By:

If someone offers to put their finger in your ass, politely accept.

I’d been so distracted on the drive home by the idea of sex with Charlie, I hadn’t noticed a huge piece of scrap metal in the middle of the road. After my tire blew, I lectured myself for the stupid lapse in attention the rest of the way home. I’d been so damned giddy to see him and touch him, I’d known I couldn’t keep my attraction secret from my grandparents all through dinner.

I had to touch him.

And, of course, I’d known Doc and Grandpa would understand. I didn’t like the idea of keeping secrets from them anyway. Even after Charlie was long gone back to Ireland, the subject of sexuality would come up among my family, and I wouldn’t want to feel like my time with a man was some kind of dirty little secret.

Charlie was the furthest thing possible from a dirty little secret. He was life and light, energy and personality and fun. Being around him made me feel at once freer and more grounded. There was something about his spirit that seemed to tap into something in me and let it out for the first time in my life. It wasn’t just my sexuality but my willingness to see things in a different way.

Touching him, looking at him, laughing with him, were all ways of tapping into that feeling. As soon as I’d seen him standing in the farmhouse kitchen, I’d wanted my arms around him and my mouth on his sweet skin.

And now he was here.

“What took you so long?” I asked from my naked sprawl on his bed.

He looked nervous. “How did it go with Darci?”

I’d been so anxious to get back to him, I’d forgotten he’d be worried about how she’d taken seeing us together.

“Come sit down,” I said, sitting up and moving over to make room for him.

Charlie scrambled up beside me. “Is she upset? Did she cry? Do you need to stay in the cabin ton—”

I reached for his face and pulled him in for a kiss before he could go into a full tizzy. “Baby, it’s okay,” I murmured after a nice long tease of his lips. “She was surprised more than anything. Asked me lots of questions about whether I’d known all along and if that was the real reason I hadn’t wanted to get married.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I didn’t have many answers other than the fact you and I are together and I am happy. Once she calmed down, she actually seemed to understand that was all that truly mattered. She’s a smart woman.”

He stared at me with those clover eyes. “Really?”

I ran a thumb across his lower lip. “She graduated top of her class from nursing school,” I told him, even though I knew that wasn’t what he’d meant.

“No. I mean, you’re really happy? With me?”

I wanted to tell him what a lame word happy was, how it didn’t come close to touching on how I felt when I was with him. But I couldn’t go there. I wasn’t ready to open up the floodgates of my true feelings.

“I mean… I’d be a lot happier if you were naked…” I smirked at him. “Just saying.”

Charlie leapt off the bed and began stripping. His hands worked the buttons of his shirt and jeans faster than the eye could see.

“What about you?” I asked. “What took you so long to get back here?”

“Was getting raked over the coals by the patriarchs,” he said with a sheepish grin.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “Seriously?”

Charlie nodded. “Yep. They wanted to make sure I knew Grandpa had a shotgun always loaded and ready.”

“Shut up,” I said. “They did not.”

The last of his clothes came off, and he scrambled on top of me until we were chest to chest, his legs between mine and his lips brushing my jaw.

“Hi,” he whispered before moving up to kiss my lips. “I missed you today.”

“You have no idea,” I said. “I couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping by myself in a hotel room.”

“Did you get all your work done in the office?”

I felt a little shimmer of guilt for not being honest with him about why I’d gone to Dallas, but I couldn’t imagine breaking Bruce’s confidence.

“Yeah,” I said. “I was happy to finish today and come home early.”

And that was the truth anyway.

Charlie’s lips were still making a tour of my neck and chest. His hands found mine and brought them up above our heads while his hips made tempting little thrusts that pressed his excitement into my belly.

“Want you,” I said, trying to pull my hands out of his grasp so I could run my fingers through his hair. He held strong.

“I want you too. But I want you to do as I say, Hudson.”

My balls pulled up at the commanding tone of his voice.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

His green eyes met mine and showed little mercy. It was obvious he had plans for me, and I was very much on board for whatever those plans involved.

“I want you to stay still,” he said. “Do not move unless I tell you to. Do you think you can do that?”

My entire lower belly tightened with interest.

“Yes,” I whispered. I hoped he hadn’t expected me to call him Sir, because that was a little past my comfort zone at this point.

“Good. Keep your hands up here,” Charlie said before letting go of them and moving down to lick a path over one of my nipples.

I swallowed back a gasp, not knowing if it would count as moving without permission.

His teeth clamped down gently on my nipple and tugged. He might as well have been tugging on my sac.

“Oh god,” I whimpered.

His hands smoothed along my sides before moving down to my hips. He tongued a path down the center of my chest until he got to my belly button. Bright eyes glanced up between long lashes. He was so fucking beautiful. His golden-red hair was spread out along my skin, and his pale face was beautifully marked with pink patches of arousal on his cheeks. I wanted to stare at him and touch him and kiss all over that creamy perfection all at once.

“Charlie,” I breathed.

Without taking his eyes off me, he ran his tongue down the trail of hair to the tip of my begging cock and then along its length. I squeezed my eyes closed, but he stopped until I opened them again.

“I want you to watch me swallow your cock,” he murmured.

Oh fuck.

He did it quickly, before I had a chance to remember not to move. My entire body bowed up with a cry of pleasure at the sucking wet heat around me. Within seconds, he released me with a wet pop and moved down to nuzzle my balls, licking and mouthing before moving his fingers in to caress the skin below.

Charlie continued to shuffle his way down the mattress until he could press up on the back of my thighs to push them toward my chest.

Suddenly, I was laid bare to him in a way I wasn’t used to. He could see everything, and it was right there in his face.

I wanted to bring my hands down to grab on to him, pull him back up to the social area where we could kiss and pretend none of that other stuff was happening. But I quickly realized that wasn’t what I really wanted. It was what I thought I was supposed to want.

What I really wanted was for him to touch me there.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Irish.”

Instead of a hesitant press of a finger, I felt a warm tongue lap firmly across my hole as if it were an ice cream cone that needed punishing.

“Holy fuck!” I cried, tensing up every single muscle in my body and damned near jackknifing on the bed.

“I told you not to move, Hudson,” he reminded me. “If I want to rim you, you’ll bloody well sit still for it.”

Something in the back of my head pinged with the knowledge he was making these demands as a way of giving me permission to accept the pleasure. If he demanded me to stay still while he pleasured me, I’d be doing it for him. It was his way of making me feel less indulgent, less selfish. His aggression in bed was his way of forcing me to let go and feel.

So I did.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing and enjoying the feel of his hands and mouth on me. Charlie sucked and licked and nibbled on my ass until I was one giant ball of ass nerves clenching and begging for release.

“Please,” I gasped over and over until the only thing I knew was stimulation and need. “Please.”

Charlie didn’t say a word, just kept torturing me with his tongue and lips until he added a slick finger to the mix. The plaintive wail in the room came from me. I was so desperate, I was on the verge of sobbing, and when Charlie added a second finger inside of me and pulled them both against my gland while simultaneously sucking my dick again, I finally couldn’t hold it any longer.

I came with a sudden cry of relief. My body clamped down on his fingers as cum shot into the tight warmth of his throat.

“Fucking hell, Charlie,” I choked out.

He lurched up and kissed me deeply, and I finally took the risk of moving my hands down to hold him tightly against me. We kissed for several moments until I pulled away from his lips to tuck my face into his neck and catch my breath.

If that was how it felt to be fingered with multiple digits, how the hell would it feel to take his cock?

Amazing, that’s how. Thirty minutes later Charlie rocked my fucking world.