Here's To Box Set (Complete Series)

by Teagan Hunter

  “My mom did most of it,” he confesses. “She and Joey spent all day putting things together. Joey has an eye for color. She and Mom are having a ‘spa night’ after all their hard work.”

  “She’s a smart kid—it looks amazing in here.”

  “Come see the rest then. It’s even better,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me through the rest of the downstairs.

  There’s a beautiful sunroom and small dining room, and each room is decorated in different but coordinating colors. It almost looks like a professional did it.

  “Wow. This looks fantastic.”

  “I know. My girl has talent,” he says proudly. He brings his hand up to scratch his nose, something I’ve noticed him do when he’s unsure of how to approach whatever it is he’s going to say next. “I can, uh, show you upstairs later if you’d like.”

  I don’t know how suggestive that was supposed to sound, but it causes these tiny, unfamiliar sparks to form in my stomach. Apparently my body likes his idea.

  “I…I’d like that.” My voice is huskier than normal.

  He gives me his stupid trademark smirk and pulls me toward the kitchen next. “For now, the feast.”

  The table is set and loaded down with all different kinds of Mexican dishes—two massive burritos, rolled taquitos, enchiladas, and chips and salsa. I even spy some rice, beans, and queso dip.

  “Holy shit, Hudson! I love that you have all this food, like really love it.”

  He chuckles. “Come on, I’m starving.” He pulls a chair out for me, leaning down and kissing me gently on the back of my neck. It’s enough to cause me to break out in a sweat. He chuckles, obviously proud of himself, and takes a seat opposite me.

  We dig in and, for the first several minutes, we only converse through moans and mmhmms.

  “This food is phenomenal,” I say, wiping my mouth between bites.

  “It’s from Los Amigos. Best Mexican food in the city, maybe even the whole Boston area.”

  “I can get behind that statement. Mexican is my favorite food, next to pizza, of course.

  He winks. “I know.”

  I shake my head at his winking, knowing he only did it because he knows I find it weird.

  “Did you hear back from Carter’s?” he asks, referring to the marketing company that contacted me for a phone interview yesterday.

  “Nah, not yet. I’m still crossing my fingers though.”

  “It’ll come through. I have faith in you. What about the apartment hunt?”

  “Nope.” I take a drink of my water, doing my best to avoid his gaze.

  “My, my, Rae. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you weren’t so sure about moving anymore.”

  My stupid, stupid lips betray me, curling upward at the corners.

  “HA! I’m right! Has someone caught your eye?”

  I give a noncommittal shrug. “Meh.”

  “Rae Bethany Kamden, did you just ‘meh’ me?”

  “I did indeed, Hudson Michael Tamell.”

  The look on his face is priceless, causing me to burst into laughter.

  Abruptly, my laugh comes to an end. The heat in Hudson’s eyes mixed with the smirk on his face stops me dead. I gulp, terrified and excited to know what’s going through his head.

  He leans onto the table, folding his hands and lowering his eyes into slits. “Do you remember our first encounter, Rae?” I nod. “Do you remember what you asked me?” I nod again. He gestures around him. “Well, here’s dinner.”

  Oh. My. God. Payback sucks.

  His grin is wolfish, and my body is on fire.

  “Here’s dinner,” I repeat quietly.

  He stands, grabbing a few dishes and placing them in the sink. I watch as he quickly boxes up the rest of the food. He looks so sexy when he’s domestic, so natural, humble, and inviting.

  Every time he twists, his jeans hug his ass and legs even more. My God is it a sight. My eyes follow his movements as he rolls his shirtsleeves up, exposing lightly tanned and toned forearms. Never have I ever paid any attention to forearms before, but everything about Hudson—even his forearms—is sexy and worthy of attention.

  I must get lost in my thoughts because he’s suddenly standing in front of me, extending his hand in my direction. I have no idea what he just asked me but I place my hand in his anyway. I’d follow him anywhere at this point.

  We soundlessly climb the stairs, walking through the dimly lit hallway, straight to the end. We stop in front of the door that I assume leads to Hudson’s bedroom.

  “Rae,” he says, turning toward me.

  “Hudson,” I answer.

  We laugh lightly.

  “We don’t have to do anything. I know you know I was just kidding about dinner, but I have to say it out loud just so we’re clear.”

  I squint up at him.

  “No. You don’t get to get me all hot and bothered, parading around in those sexy-as-hell ass-hugging jeans, and think you’re going to get out of fucking me. Not happening.”

  Hudson’s standing there with the biggest smile on his face.

  I slap my free hand over my mouth.

  Fuck! I just said that all out loud. Shitshitshit!

  He pulls me into him, cupping my face and kissing my lips once.

  “You’ve left me speechless more times than I can count,” he says softly. “I love it.”

  We enter the bedroom and the first thing I notice is the wall color—it’s a deep, dark blue. The second is the bed—it’s the same as the one from the apartment. The setup is similar, only now there’s a long dresser with a mirror just opposite the bed, leaving only a small space between the two.

  I stand there, between the bed and the dresser, getting a feel for the room. I watch in the mirror as Hudson walks to the bedside table, flicks on a lamp. He catches me staring and holds my gaze until his body is flush against mine.

  “You’re breathtaking.” He reaches up and pulls my hair to the side, keeping his eyes locked on mine in our reflections as he leans down and kisses my neck. He nips at me lightly and kisses away the sting. “You taste amazing.”

  “Shut up, you weirdo,” I say, blushing harder than I have in my entire life.

  His body vibrates against mine as he buries his face in my neck and laughs. Then I feel his tongue tracing a line. Up, up, up he goes, stopping just below my ear.

  “You. Taste. Amazing,” he says huskily, his voice full of desire.

  This time I don’t tell him to shut up. This time, I feel a tingle start in my toes, warming my entire body.

  He kisses a path along my jaw, turning me so he can take hold of my mouth. I open for him the moment his lips part.

  And then we’re falling.

  We land gently on the bed, me on top of him briefly before he rolls us over and scoots us upward gracefully. Our tongues are still dueling and our bodies are moving together in a melodic rhythm. My skirt is now bunched around my waist, so when Hudson rolls his hips into me, I feel it. Oh boy, do I feel it. He breaks our kiss to let out a heavy groan.

  “Fuuuck.”

  I take some initiative, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. I make it as far as two before Hudson sits up and pulls it off over his head.

  “I’d be all sexy and just rip it off, but clothes are kind of expensive these days,” he teases.

  I don’t even try to form a response because I’m way too busy admiring his body. It’s so…natural. It’s clear all the muscles he has are purely built from his job and not hours in the gym. They aren’t perfectly sculpted and he doesn’t have a six-pack, but he is toned. Nicely toned.

  He watches as I run my hands across his chest, run my fingers through the small smattering of hair. He shivers some when I brush his nipples. I smile up at him.

  “What?” He shrugs. “They’re sensitive.”

  Knowing this fact, I go back to them, taking pleasure in the noise he lets out. He swiftly grabs my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. He gives me his signature smirk before dipping his
head. He licks from just below my ear, across my collarbone—moving the strap of my tank top out of the way with his tongue—and continues until he’s tracing the swell of my breasts.

  My breath hitches, and I feel him smile against me.

  “Hudson,” I breathe out.

  “Rae,” he says innocently.

  “I…I want to feel you against me. I need to take my shirt off, and my bra. Maybe even my skirt. Maybe even your pants. Everything. Now. Please.”

  He laughs heartily.

  “Tsk, tsk. So impatient,” he teases. I huff. “But you’re lucky I haven’t had sex in a very long time so I’m impatient too.”

  He rolls off me, pulling me up as he goes, and sits down next to me.

  He pulls the strap of my tank top down, trailing kisses along my shoulder the entire way. “I’m sorry,” he says, tugging at the hemline, encouraging me to pull the rest off. I comply. “But this first time is probably going to be quick.”

  I grab his face between my hands. “Hudson, I can guarantee you that any sex with you is going to be the best sex of my life, no matter how quick it is.”

  He chuckles.

  “Now, take your pants off,” I tell him, reaching for my skirt and slipping it off. I lean back on my elbows in my bra and panties, watching as he stands and pulls his jeans off.

  The bulge in his tight gray boxer briefs leaves no question as to whether he’s turned on or not.

  Smirking at me, he hooks his thumbs in his underwear, ready to pull them off. “I really feel like I should be charging you for this with the way you’re staring at me.”

  I throw the nearest pillow at him. It barely misses.

  “That was rude, Rae,” he says on a laugh. “I don’t think I’m gonna strip for you now.” He folds his arms across his chest and quirks an eyebrow at me.

  “Now that’s rude,” I tell him. He doesn’t move at all. I sigh. “Fine. Never trust a man to do a woman’s job,” I mumble, getting up on my knees and crawling over to the edge of the bed. I reach out and grab hold of his underwear. “I feel like I should be charging you for this.”

  His chest vibrates from a barely contained laugh.

  Then he’s naked. Completely.

  Me likey.

  “Nice,” slips out quietly.

  “Thank you.” He grins then leans down and gives me a peck on the lips. “Are you one of those girls that keeps their bra on during sex? If so, that’s fine, but I kind of like to see them. I mean, I am a guy and boobs are fun.”

  “No, that’s just weird,” I tell him, reaching around and unhooking the garment in question. I toss it across the room dramatically.

  “Nice,” he echoes, gently pushing me back down on the bed. He follows, crawling on top of me and settling between my legs.

  “Your confidence is so fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear, pressing his erection right into the center of me. “I really want to taste you, but I just can’t right now. I have to be inside you.”

  Straight to the point. I like it.

  I nod and push up on him. “Wrap it before you tap it.”

  “Did you just…” He shakes his head with a smile. “Never mind. Take your panties off,” he instructs.

  I do as he says, watching as he scoots off the bed and pulls out a box of condoms from his bedside table.

  He quickly covers himself and it’s too bad, because watching him touch himself is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. If I wasn’t wet before, I am after seeing that.

  “You good?” he asks, moving back between my thighs. “You can tell me to stop at any time.” I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist. He chuckles. “Guess you’re ready then.”

  I feel him try to line himself up, going a little too far up. “Fuck. I feel like a goddamn virgin,” he mutters.

  I giggle. Then I gasp, because he’s suddenly fully inside me.

  “Don’t laugh, Rae. It’s rude,” he whispers in my ear, pulling back and slowly grinding back into me.

  I moan, clutching his back and pulling him closer to me.

  “Now that’s what I want to hear,” I hear him mutter before he claims my mouth again.

  Our tongues and bodies create a perfect rhythm. In, out, in, out. We push and pull on one another, gasping between kisses. It’s nothing short of magnificent.

  Then Hudson stops thrusting, a smile forming on his face. He holds my stare as he traces a line down my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Even though I’m not one for nipple-play, I can get behind this. He switches back and forth between my breasts, using just the right amount of pressure and teeth and tongue, even rubbing the stubble on his face against them. It’s enjoyable, but I need more.

  I wiggle and tighten my inner muscles, trying to get him to move inside me again.

  He releases my nipple with a loud pop. “Fuuuck. You’re killing me, woman. I’m about to blow as it is.”

  “I don’t care. You have to move. Please.”

  He complies. Moving up on his knees, he begins thrusting in and out and in and out. Fast. It feels good, so good, like he was made to fit inside me like this, like our bodies were made to go together. It’s…indescribable. Nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It’s as if he knows exactly what my body wants, twisting me at just the right angle, plunging at just the right depth.

  And my heart? Yeah, that’s going crazy. It’s pounding so hard I can barely hear the gasps I know are leaving my mouth. I swear I can almost feel it jumping out of my chest. I feel myself falling even more in love with him, and it doesn’t scare me near as much as I thought it would.

  Suddenly, he slows down, grinding into me harder, moving his hips in small circles.

  “Goddamn,” he grunts. I can tell he’s scarcely holding back his release. “Are you even fucking close?”

  I nod. “Harder.”

  He reaches down and barely—just barely—touches my clit. That’s all it takes.

  I break. He follows, collapsing on top of me.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he says shakily in my ear. “That was…wow.” He lifts up, kissing my temple. “I hate to sound so damn cliché, but was that okay?”

  I grin and nod. “So okay.”

  He kisses my nose and moves off me, getting up to toss the condom in the adjoining bathroom.

  “Uh,” he says, walking back in the room, scratching the back of his head. “I’d offer to clean you up and all, but I think that shit is kind of weird.”

  I shudder. “Me too. Be right back.”

  As I’m about to walk out of the bathroom, I realize I don’t have any jammies. I had hoped the night would lead to this, but I didn’t want to seem presumptuous by packing an overnight bag.

  “So,” I say, walking through the doorway. “I kind of… Oh.” Hudson’s sitting on the bed, his boxer briefs back on. He’s holding a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt in his hands.

  “These are the only things I have that may fit you. I figured you wouldn’t have anything to put on,” he says, handing me the clothes.

  I take them. “Thank you,” I tell him, pulling the shirt over my head. I ignore the shorts since I usually sleep in a shirt and underwear anyway.

  Hudson scoots back up the bed and crawls under the blankets. He pats the space beside him, giving me a small grin. “Wanna snuggle?”

  I sigh and climb into his bed. “I guess, if I have to.”

  Hudson lies down on his back so I can put my head on his chest. I nestle in beside him, putting my leg over his.

  We relax in silence for several minutes.

  “This is weird,” Hudson suddenly says, causing me to jump.

  He shakes with laughter. I pinch his nipple. Hard. He’s not laughing anymore.

  “What’s weird?” I ask.

  “This, how natural it all feels.”

  He’s right, it does. Everything about this feels so normal, like this is what it’s meant to be like, and I really, really like it.

  “I agree,” I say on a sigh, closing my eyes, alrea
dy feeling sleep tugging at me.

  He kisses the top of my head and reaches over to turn the lamp off.

  My breathing evens out and I’m almost asleep, barely hanging on, when Hudson speaks next.

  “I fell. I totally fucking fell,” he says on a whisper, kissing my head once more.

  I smile, knowing exactly what he means, and slip into slumber.

  23

  Hudson

  I wake up with my dick pressed against Rae’s sweet, sweet ass.

  I smile. I got laid.

  Rae laughs. “I think I’m rubbing off on you. You totally said that out loud,” Rae says, pushing back on me.

  Oops.

  “I think that means we spend too much time together or some shit like that. Maybe we need a break,” I say, teasing because I don’t think I could ever get enough of this girl.

  “One sleepover and you’re already trying to get rid of me? That hurts, Hudson.”

  I pull her into me and nuzzle her exposed shoulder where her shirt has slipped down. “Mmm…want me to kiss this new wound of yours?”

  Nipping and kissing her neck, I roll until she’s on her back so I can get to her plumped lips. They’re still slightly swollen from our kisses last night. I settle gently on top of her and her eyes shine up at me, filled with happiness and laced with desire.

  “Possibly. What time is it?” she asks.

  I reach over and grab my phone, squinting at the bright light. “Six. I have to be in the shop by eight.”

  She pretends to think on it. “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

  I laugh and kiss her nose.

  “That’s not where my wound is, silly.”

  “You’re such a damn smartass. It’s cute as hell.”

  This time I kiss her lips. She opens instantly, deepening the kiss. I don’t even give a shit about her morning breath. I don’t know if it’s my raging boner or because I just love this girl that damn much. Either way, I continue kissing her until we’re both panting and rubbing against one another.

  I peel my mouth off hers. “Was that it?”

  She crinkles her nose. “Nope. Think south. Deep south.”

  I chuckle and decide to play dirty…real dirty. I drop my voice and whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to taste you, Rae? Is that what you’re trying to get at?”