"But we don't even know each other." I remind him. Hell, I know nothing about him besides his name and that he owns Synergy.
He pulls me against him and I can feel his erection. I bite back my moan. "Princess, we have all the time in the world to get to know each other."
I shake my head. He seems to have an answer for everything. "You're a smooth talker Hudson Brady."
His smirk is annoying but sexy, "You want a date?"
I narrow my eyes at him, "Have you ever dated anyone?"
His eyes widen as he shakes his head. "No, I don't date." He says it as if it's the most ludicrous thing in the world.
"That's a shame." I don't know why but I feel like someone's punched me in the gut, I shouldn't be surprised that he doesn't date, but I feel a sense of loss that we won't be. Not that we could ever, not now that we're siblings.
"Mia, I'm not an ordinary man, I'm not like those boys you're used to." His hand reaches up, and he brushes a stray hair that's coming down across my cheek to behind my ear. "I've done some fucked up things Mia, that's just who I am."
Looking up into those deep amber eyes of his, "I'm not used to anything Hudson." I confess, "All I know is what you taught me."
His eyes close almost as if he's in pain. "Princess, fuck," he growls, his hand resting on my cheek.
"Hudson, why do I want you when I know I shouldn't?" The words are out of my mouth before I even think, I shouldn't have said them, he's already making this hard for me to walk away and now I've just handed him the ammunition to ramp it up even more.
His hand goes back to my ass and his erection is so big and thick against my stomach. "You want me because I'm yours just as you are mine. Mia, I don't give a fuck if our parents are married, as soon as I sank my dick into you almost two years ago, I knew you were it for me. To wake up and find you gone…" He shakes his head as his eyes darken. "I'm not waiting any longer." His lips descend on mine and every thought I had about walking away vanishes.
Everything he said is right. I've wanted him every day since that fantastic night we shared. He's been on my mind constantly, and as soon as I saw him again, I was drawn to him. I can't help the way I feel, the way we feel, and we're not technically doing anything wrong.
I wrap my hands around his neck as our kiss deepens. I need him, God, I need him so much. "Hudson," I breathe as I tear my mouth away from his. "I want you." My eyes pleading with him, as my hands move down to his shirt buttons.
He smiles, his hands tighten on my ass cheeks, and the next thing I know I'm being lifted into the air, I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. "About fucking time. I've been hard all night from just staring at you. Mia, when I take you, it's going to be hard and it's going to be fucking fast. I'll make it up to you later."
I whimper at his words, "Hurry." I beg him, and he wastes no time, he walks with me in his arms towards his bedroom, my feet dangling in mid-air as the dress I'm wearing is tight and I can't wrap them around his waist. I don't pay attention to his room, I'm in a lust-filled haze, one that's like tunnel vision, all I see is him.
He gently lowers me until my feet hit the ground, his fingers go to my dress and he slowly begins to unzip it. I swear he's doing it antagonizingly slow just to mess with me. My dress falls to the floor, the material pooling at my feet. Taking my hand, he steadies me as I step out of it, "Perfection," he says as his eyes rake over my body, darkening as he gets to my lacy thong. "Shit." He curses as he roughly pulls off his suit jacket and kicks off his shoes.
I stand here shyly looking at him, God, I feel so stupid. Why am I so nervous? It's not as though we've not done this before.
His fingers go to the button of his pants, and his cell rings. I watch as the lust leaves his face as the phone continues to ring. When he reaches into the pocket of his pants, it's like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me.
"Yeah?" He answers the phone, and everything hits me at once. This is my step-brother. We shouldn’t be doing this. God, if Mom finds out she’ll go crazy. I reach for my dress and quickly pull it on as Hudson talks to whoever he's on the call with. "Want to tell me why you waited until now to call?"
I manage to zip my dress up, and I don't say anything to him as I leave his room, I doubt he's even noticed that I've gone. Looking at the floor, I close the door behind me and on us. There's no way we would work, no matter how much Hudson believes that I'm his and vice versa, it wouldn't work. Everyone knows that our parents are married; being together is not right, of that I'm sure.
"Oh, there you are." Mom's voice makes me look up and I see her standing outside my room. She frowns, "What were you doing in Hudson's room?"
My breath leaves me in a whoosh, and guilt eats away at me. This is why we shouldn't be doing what we were just about to do. Everyone will disapprove and not only that, it's weird, our parents are married.
"Nothing." I lie, "He was trying to find out who it was that was on the door the night I went to the club." The door behind me opens, and instantly I feel that pull, "But he wouldn't listen. It was almost two years ago now, what happened that night happened a long time ago, it's time to move on and make sure it never happens again."
Mom looks at me and then behind me. I don't turn, I know if I do my resolve will wane, and I'll be in his arms. "I'm upset that you lied to me Mia, I wanted to check on you, I know that you get upset whenever you talk about your dad."
A lump forms in my throat and I blink back the tears. I don't want to talk about this, not here, not now. "I'm fine." I lie once again, "I'm just tired Mom." I whisper as I walk toward her.
She opens her arms out wide, and I willingly walk into them, "Love you, Mia."
"Love you too Mom," I reply as I wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze tight.
"We'll talk tomorrow." Mom whispers and I know what she means, tomorrow we're going to have an open and honest discussion about everything and anything. She'll ask me questions and expect honesty, and I don't think I can do that about Hudson and I. Although she has no reason to suspect anything as long as I manage to keep my distance.
"Okay Mom, is everyone gone?" I ask as I pull away from her, that magnetic feeling I have is still strong, which means that Hudson is still standing there.
She reaches for my hair and pushes it behind my ear, "Yes, they're all gone, and Harrison and I are going to turn in. I just wanted to check on you first."
I smile, "I'm pleased for you, Mom. You and Harrison seem really happy." I shrug, "That's all that I could ask for after Dad died."
"He'd be so proud of you, Mia, just as I am." She presses a soft kiss on my cheek, "Sweet dreams."
I give her a soft smile as I walk to my door, placing a hand on the handle I turn and see her, she's walking toward the stairs. Hudson, however, is standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "Night Mom. See you in the morning." I call out.
"Goodnight Mia, goodnight Hudson." She tells us as she starts to descend the stairs.
"You left, again." His eyes flashing as he stalks toward me. "Why?"
I press down on my door handle and push it open. "You were busy, and I'm tired. Goodnight Hudson." I turn and before I can walk one step his hand clamps around my arm. I sigh, "Hudson please don't do this." I beg. I know that I'm not strong enough to say no to him.
"Mia, look at me." He demands and instantly my eyes shoot up to his. "What's going on?"
"Hudson, we shouldn't be doing this." My hand reaches out for his. I swallow trying to make my mouth less dry. "I feel like a broken record. I want you, God, I want you so badly. But at the same time, I feel so much guilt, like what we're doing or going to do is wrong. Dirty even." I confess.
He smirks, "I like dirty."
I shake my head, "I'm being serious, and you think it's a joke."
His hand goes to my head and pulls me towards him, "No, we're two consenting adults, and we can damn well do as we please. Mia, if you don't want me, say the word and I'll walk out of this room now
."
I can't say that. I can't tell him I don't want him. I do, I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
"Mia, I hate games. I get that you're conflicted, but this shit has to stop. I don't give a fuck who knows that we're together. You need to sort your head out."
I feel bad. My head's all over the place. I have no idea what to do about this: the thought of telling everyone we're together makes my stomach flip. But the thought of not being with Hudson makes my heart hurt.
"Don't answer, just think," he says as he releases me and turns away. My heart sinks, he's walking away. Even though my brain is relieved, it'll give me a chance to think about what's going to happen.
I get changed into my pajamas. They're a cute peach lacy short set Mom got me for Christmas. They're my favorite as they're comfortable and Lacey tells me I look hot while wearing them. Climbing into bed, I shut off the light, my entire body is aching and my eyelids are heavy. I close my eyes and sink further into the pillow, ready to fall into a deep sleep.
My door opens, and I'm sitting up instantly, my hand reaching over and hitting the lamp to switch it on. "What?" I ask as I blink, my eyes adjusting to the light.
"Shhh," the bed dips beside me. "Shut the light off." Hudson's deep voice instructs as he climbs in beside me.
I do as he asks and settle back into bed, "Good night, Hudson."
His arm goes around my stomach, and he places a kiss on my head. "Night Mia." He whispers. I turn so that we're facing each other, his hot breath against my face. "Close your eyes."
I smile, "Thanks for sleeping with me." I think it's really sweet that he came here tonight.
"Woman, you're not sleeping." He growls, and I lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Within minutes I'm fast asleep.
"Ummm." I moan, my eyes fluttering open. I'm extremely aroused, and when I finally wake I realize why. "Hudson." I moan again as his finger sinks into my pussy. My hands dive into his hair as he begins to finger fuck me.
"Like that?" He questions and I pout when he removes his finger. "You're going to love this." He assures me, a smirk on his face and those gorgeous amber eyes so dark with lust. He pulls down my pajama shorts, and it takes all I have not to turn and hide my nakedness from him.
His finger goes back inside me and I whimper, needing more. My body takes over and I grind against him. His other hand begins to trail up my stomach, under my top and toward my breast. Within seconds he's teasing my erect nipple. I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping as I continue to grind against his finger.
"That's it, Princess, fuck my finger." His voice, deep and gravelly.
Shit, why is that so fucking hot? I want him to talk to me like that all the time, I'd be wet constantly.
"Hudson," I beg as he adds another finger inside of me, my back arches off the bed, my eyes closing as the pleasure overtakes me. The bed dips beneath me as I feel his weight on me. "Shit." I curse as his hot wet mouth clamps around my nipple. His fingers withdraw from my pussy and I whimper at the loss. His teeth pull on my nipple, and I'm so close, I can feel the warmth building. "Hudson, I want you to be inside me," I beg him.
He lets my nipple go with a pop, and looks me in the eye, "You want me, Princess?"
I nod, needing him. His eyes light up, "As you wish." He lifts off me and anticipation builds, as I realize he's only in his boxer shorts. Where did his clothes go? Did he come to bed like that last night?
"GOD!" I cry out as his tongue laps at my clit.
"Not God." He chuckles around my clit, sending vibrations through my body.
"Hudson, please. Oh God, please." I beg. I'm so freaking close. I need to come.
His teeth gently nip at my clit, and I detonate, colored spots blur my vision, but before I'm even able to recover, Hudson thrusts into me. I cry out. He's so big, it hurts.
"Shh, Princess, give it a second and the pain will ease." His voice is gentle, something that I never thought he’d be.
I nod, I'm unable to speak, but he's right, the pain is slowly fading. "I'm sorry," I whisper.
His jaw clenches, and he shakes his head, "Don't apologize, I want to fuck you so bad, but you're sore, so I'm going to take it slow."
Now it's my turn to shake my head, "No, I'm okay now. Hudson, give it to me." I want him, all of him. I don't want him to hold back. He has a furrow in his brow. He's conflicted. "Give it to me," I demand.
His hand sneaks around the back of my neck, and he pulls my head toward him. His lips capturing mine and he begins to move, slowly. Ever so fucking slowly.
He tears his mouth away from me, both of us breathing hard. "You sure you want this?"
Is he for real? "How many times do I have to ask?"
A quick nod of his head, he begins to move. Thrusting in and out of me, hard and fast.
"Yes." I cry out, this is what I want, him totally losing control.
His hands grip my legs, and he lifts them, putting them up against his chest, and up around his neck. He pounds into me like a man possessed. It feels as though he's hitting the opening to my cervix. Each and every time he thrusts into me I whimper, my body climbing higher again, it's not going to take much longer for me to come apart again.
A sheen of sweat lines Hudson's forehead, his breathing ragged as his hands grip my legs tighter, I'd be surprised if I wasn't bruised later on.
He closes his eyes as he thrusts inside of me once more, I gasp when I feel the warmth of his cum inside of me. "Hudson, you're not wearing a condom." Panic starts to rise within me, how could we be so careless?
He pulls out of me and lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms. "I didn't think Princess, whatever happens, it's going to be okay. There's no point in worrying about it now." He pulls the covers up over us.
"Why do you call me Princess?" I ask as I lay my head against his chest; the sound of his heart beating is soothing.
"Someday soon, I'll explain everything to you." He murmurs as he kisses my head.
"That sounds ominous." I'm intrigued about why he calls me it. As for him explaining everything else to me, I don't want to know. I don't think I ever want to know. There's an air of danger around him, the way the men call him boss, with so much respect. It makes me wonder who he really is, and my mind runs immediately to everything that Lacey has told me. No matter how hard I try and not believe it, something is niggling at me, making me think that maybe there's more truth to it than I think. We lay here in silence, and it’s not long before I’m falling to sleep, the soft snores tell me that Hudson’s already asleep. I’m still lying on his chest, his arm around me, and I want to stay here, I feel secure here, loved, cherished. It’s not something I’m used to but something I could definitely get accustomed to.
A knock on the door has my entire body freezing. I send a silent prayer that Hudson locked the door when he came in last night. “Mia? You in there?” Shit it’s my mom. The handle of the door goes down, and I brace myself. “Mia?” She calls unable to open the door.
“Yeah, Mom?” I call out making my voice deeper than it usually is.
“I woke you, I’m sorry. I thought I heard you were awake. It must have been Hudson, he’s not in his room. Go back to sleep, it’s still early.” She tells me, and relief hits me.
“Okay Mom, see you in a while.”
I hear her footsteps as she begins to descend the stairs, of course, Hudson begins to chuckle. “That was close,” I tell him, relieved that he locked the door last night.
He looms over me, his dick hard against my stomach, “You need to relax Princess.”
I sigh, he’s right, I do. “Okay,” I tell him as I relax into my pillow my hand reaching for his dick.
“You made your choice?”
I don’t speak. Instead, I let my actions speak for me. I wrap my hand around his dick and give him a squeeze.
His eyes flash, “Good girl.” He murmurs and his lips descend on mine, my hand around his dick beginning to move up and down, making
him pulse in my hand as I do so.
Eleven
Mia
Hudson left while I was having a shower. That was a close call this morning, and it's not the way I'd want my mom to find out what's happening between Hudson and I. Yet, I have no idea what's going to happen. What do we do when I go back to Phoenix? My mind's whirling with doubts, but whenever I look at him, those doubts fade and hope surfaces. There's something about Hudson that makes me feel grounded. Like he's going to be here for me no matter what. We’ve been sneaking around for two days now, it’s exciting and new, but I know that it won’t be long before it comes out. That’s something that I’m not looking forward to.
"Hey Lacey, you okay?" I ask as I step into her room, she's been withdrawn today and I'm wondering what's up with her.
"I got a phone call this morning. My parents are on their way home. My grandmother's taken a turn for the worst." Her voice shaky as she looks down at her phone.
"When are you going?" As much as I want her to stay with me for the summer, family comes first, and this could be the last time she sees her grandmother.
"Tomorrow morning." Tears shine in her eyes.
Walking over to the bed, I sit down beside her, "It'll be okay." I whisper as I reach for her hand. It's a lie. It's never okay. It hurts like hell to lose someone you love and especially someone you're close to like she is with her grandmother and I was with my dad.
"Can we do something today? Get my mind off going home?"
I nod instantly, "Yes, Mom wants to have a chat first." I roll my eyes dreading whatever it is she wants to talk about. "As soon as we're finished, we'll go out. Anywhere you want to go?"
She shrugs, her skin paler than I've ever seen it before.
"Okay, maybe we'll go to the movies or something. Let me get this chat out of the way first, then we can drive until we decide. How does that sound?" I feel useless just sitting here unable to help the pain that is no doubt about to hit her, I wish I could wrap her up in cotton wool but I can't.
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