Wasted (Dirty Boys of Chicago #1)

by Morgan Black

  As long as he didn’t do it again.

  Chapter Seven

  I'd been getting ready for hours when I heard the butler announce Hudson’s arrival. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hair pulled back around the nape of my neck, and I waited for him to call for me or send someone. But he didn't. Finally, I got brave enough to go downstairs on my own.

  He stood in the middle of the foyer, with his hands crossed in front of him and a single white rose. Of course, it matched my dress. He had on a full tuxedo, and I tried to breathe as I took my steps carefully to the stairs.

  But, as he stood there, I realized why I was coming down on my own. Hudson liked a grand entrance, and me walking down the stairs with the light shining off of every bead on my body gave him exactly that. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, he walked over to me and extended his arm, whispering in my ear, “You look exactly like I thought you would.”

  I looked at him. “What does that mean?”

  “Breathtaking.”

  And just like that, I was speechless.

  Hudson held the door open for me as he entered the town car, and we drove in silence until we reached the restaurant, overlooking the ocean. It was enclosed in glass, so the evening air didn't bother us. The view was practically unimaginable, with the waves crashing below. I had never seen anything like it. But, just as I was falling into my own mind, Hudson brought me right back out.

  “So, what do you think of the weather?”

  I smiled at him. “You're going asking about the weather? Really?”

  “I thought I got to ask you anything I wanted.”

  “I mean you just took me halfway around the world to this beautiful place, and you want to talk about the weather. You’re a mystery to me.”

  “I feel the same way about you.”

  “So, what about this being a vacation?” I asked, as I placed a white napkin on my lap, and the waiter poured me a glass of red wine.

  He squinted at me. “What do you mean?”

  “At the airport, we discussed how this is a vacation. I thought that implied no business.”

  “Then, what is it that we’re doing? You and me… This is business.”

  I chewed on my lower lip. I hated to think that the only reason I was here was because Hudson wanted to do business with me. It made my stomach turn. It made me irrationally angry, and I couldn’t figure out why.

  “But you never mentioned any business before we got on the flight. What changed?”

  “Well, while you were peacefully sleeping in the back, I got a call from a client that he needed to crunch some numbers. I thought that, since we were in the area, it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, I'm not sure you get to demand things of this trip.”

  “I'm sorry? I never asked for a trip. I requested dinner, which you agreed to.”

  He looked at me. “And here we are at dinner.”

  As always, I was allowing Hudson to get under my skin. There was just something about him; he was like an itch I couldn't scratch. And he drove me crazy.

  “Why do I bother you so much?”

  I scowled at him. “I don't know, because you're pompous and arrogant? And because you think you own everything, including women.”

  The shock was written all over his face. “You're honest.”

  “And you’re rude. You think that money can make anything possible.”

  Now, he was starting to raise his voice. An older French couple behind him had stopped talking. “Money can fix everything. It makes things better, makes it so you don't have to feel anything about anyone. I can buy your time, and when we get back to the states, I can never talk to you again, and money does that for me.”

  “And why is that so horrible? Why is dating a girl properly, spending time with her, and being friendly so difficult for you?”

  “There are just some things you don't understand.”

  “Then help me to. You bring me here, and you don't even wait for me to get off the plane before you’re gone. I'm in a new place that I've never been before, I'm terrified of what might happen, and you don't care.”

  I thought he would get up and walk away. But he just sat there, dumbfounded, like no one had ever spoken to him like this in his entire life.

  “So, I don't know how to treat people well. Is there anything else?”

  I folded my hands in my lap, and looked down at the beautiful satin napkin that was lying there. “I'm sorry. This is all a little overwhelming for me, and I shouldn't have said that. I just didn't expect you to leave. I didn’t really expect any of this.”

  He shook his head. “No one has ever asked me to stay.”

  He reached for his wine glass. I put my hand on his, and stopped him. “I'm asking you to. Does that mean anything?”

  He left his hand there beneath mine, the heat growing between them. “It means more than you know.”

  I pulled my hand away, and set my lips into a thin smile. “Well, then, I guess you should order. For the both of us, because I have no idea what anything on this menu is.”

  He smiled, and it lightened the mood. He called the waiter over, and ordered a something I couldn't pronounce, but sounded delicious. Something with fish, and I liked seafood.

  “Why France? If you really didn’t have this planned as a business trip, then why did we come to France?”

  He took a sip from his wine glass before speaking. “I love France. The cuisine is amazing, and it's beautiful. And I've been told it's romantic. But I wouldn't really know anything about that.”

  “I saw the beach on my way to your home; it's amazing. I'd love to see it again before we go back.”

  He shook his head. “You know, I have never been to the beach here.”

  “Really? Then I think we need to fix that.”

  He raised his glass. “Agreed.”

  “You know, I really am sorry for what I said earlier. It’s not my place.”

  “But you were right. I don’t treat people like people. I’ve never had to. I spend most of my time alone.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t have anyone to spend time with. No one of importance, at least. And I decided a long time ago to stop spending time with people who weren’t important.”

  “Any reason why?”

  He shook his head. “That’s a story for another night.”

  Our conversation remained on frivolous topics the rest of the dinner. We discussed our trip to the beach. He asked me multiple times which one I wanted to go to, and if I wanted to go at night or during the day. He was actually interested in what I wanted. My outburst from earlier had done some good.

  As we left the restaurant, he offered me his arm to escort me to the town car, and I realized I didn't want to go back yet. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I was on a real date, like something out of the movies.

  “I don't want to go back yet.”

  “Aren’t you exhausted? I mean, I know you slept on the plane…”

  “It doesn't matter.” I took off my shoes, and held them by the straps while I started to walk down the cold cobblestone street towards the beach. “You promised.”

  He started to chase after me, but I could hardly run in the heavy gown, and even after I pulled it up above my knees, it still dragged in the back.

  “Let me take those for you.” He offered his hands to my shoes after we slowed down.

  “Oh that's very nice of you. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

  He shook his head. “I don't think I've ever been to a beach at night.”

  “No, I mean offered to do something for someone else just because it was a nice thing to do.”

  He stopped in the middle of the street. “Do you ever just let things happen?”

  I turned around. “Not really.”

  “Why are you always analyzing me?”

  “That's part of what I do. I'm just trying to figure out who you are.”

  “Why do you want to know so badly?”

  “Becau
se there's something here. There’s something between us, and I just have to figure it out. Because as much as you infuriate me sometimes, all I want you to do is kiss me.”

  There was something about the wine that had made me incredibly honest.

  I turned around, and walked to the beach, while he stayed several feet behind me. When my toes reached the sand, it was cold and squishy under my feet, so I held my dress up so it wouldn’t get dirty. Right before I reached the water, Hudson came up behind me and ran his fingers along my neck.

  He whispered in my ear, “We agreed, no strings attached. You’re not playing by the rules.”

  I turned around. “I don't feel like that’s an option anymore.” I wanted him to kiss me so desperately it hurt. Hudson made me feel crazy, and it was intoxicating.

  He dropped my shoes in the sand, and they landed with a thud. “I want to watch you swim.”

  “But I don't…” He reached his arms behind me, and undid the clasp that held my halter together. Slowly, he pulled down the fabric in front of me. I felt my exposed breasts meet the night air, and goose bumps broke out on my skin. He kissed the side of my neck, and allowed the dress to drop the rest of the way down into the sand. I was left with nothing, but a pair of nude underwear.

  “Are you happy with your purchase?”

  “You have no idea.”

  I backed away from him, and walked into the icy water. All that I could see was his dark shadowy frame on the beach when I turned around again.

  “Why don’t you join me?” I called.

  “That's not the arrangement.”

  “I'm making a new one.”

  I walked back out of the water, put my hands around his chiseled face, and I pulled him into my lips. It felt like fire was running through my veins.

  Hudson James had bought me. But what he didn't realize was, I owned him.

  Exposed

  Boston Buyer’s Club Book 3

  Chapter One

  Silk sheets brushed against my skin. He pulled the fabric tighter around my wrists.

  His lips gently touched the side of my ear. “Tell me you want this.”

  There was no denying what I wanted.

  Hudson had taken me back to the cottage, and carried me up to his room. It was even larger and grander than the one I was staying in. There were dark blue satin sheets, covering a California king. A dark leather headboard and matching footboard made it look even larger.

  He laid me down gently on the bed, peppering light kisses down my neck and arm. When he reached my hand, he sucked on my fingers one at a time. I groaned with want.

  I wanted Hudson. I needed him.

  He moved back up to my neck. “I need to tell you something.”

  “Anything.”

  “I relish in control.”

  I wasn’t sure where he was going. But somehow I knew I was going with him.

  He loosened his tie. “Put your arms above your head.”

  I simply nodded, and placed my hands together on the pillow. He wrapped his tie around my wrists, and pulled it tight. He moved down to my capris; I had put them on at the beach after getting out of the water. Hudson had packed an extra set of clothes. He had thought of everything.

  Slowly, he dragged a finger along the top of my pants. He dipped it under the tight fabric occasionally, teasing me.

  “I will have you,” he murmured against my skin. His breath felt hot against my skin.

  “Then take me.” I was willing to be his. I didn’t care how.

  “There are rules. Things you should know.”

  My hands were tied about my head. I knew there had to be some rules. “Tell me.”

  He pushed my tank top up on one side, and allowed his lips to linger on the side of my stomach. “I'm no good for you.”

  “That's not a rule.”

  He looked up at me, and I was drawn into his eyes. “You're right. But it's the truth, and it's something you should know. I don't know how to love someone.”

  “I'm not looking for love.”

  “So, this is enough for you?”

  “If you fulfill my needs, lust will be enough.”

  He smiled at me smugly. He was still in his black suit, but had the top button of his dress shirt undone. He moved his body up, and straddled me. “This isn't just about your needs. You'll be allowed to fulfill yours when I say you can.”

  “I can handle that.”

  He shook his head. “For some reason, I actually believe that you can, Calla.”

  His lips crushed into mine. He bit my lower lip playfully. As his lips moved down my neck and onto my collarbone, I wondered how he would get my tank top off, with my hands tied above my head. That wasn’t a problem for him. I heard the ripping of fabric before I felt the cool air on my body. He had even packed underwear for me. A bright red lace set that was now exposed in the darkness. He pulled down the fabric that covered my right breast, and let his lips settle just above it. He licked my flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. He smiled at the reaction. He continued to move down my stomach, mumbling as he went. When he reached the top of my capris again, he slowly removed them. He tossed them the side as he took off his jacket, and also threw it to the floor. I rubbed my lips together in anticipation.

  “Don't move.”

  He ran his fingers along my ankle, and up the outside of my leg. He lightly moved them back and forth over the top of my thigh, and danced his pointer finger along my underwear. I shivered with pleasure. His fingers found their way between my legs, and he pulled the fabric aside to rub my mound. I arched my back involuntarily, my body trying to get closer to his. He rubbed harder, only making my want him more. Once again, he straddled me, but kept his hand between my legs, and placed his other hand over my wrists.

  “I said don't move.”

  I nodded. I licked my lips, trying to decide if I was allowed to moan or not. But I could hardly contain the animalistic groan that was growing inside me. He rubbed faster, moving in small circles. I was wet, just the way he wanted me.

  He took his hand away from my body, causing my urges to only grow exponentially. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time, and watching my hungry eyes take in every inch of him. I wanted to see it all. He had a tank top on underneath the shirt, and he pulled it off using both of his arms, which were sculpted magnificently, just as I had expected them to be. He straddled me, bare chested and exposed. We both were.

  “I won't hurt you.”

  “I know that.”

  He released my wrists. “Take off my belt.”

  I did as I was told, then I unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper to reveal his hard member.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  I couldn't even speak. But I wanted that too. He got off the bed, and pulled his pants down. He had on a pair of black boxers, which he also removed. He slowly crept back onto the bed, and used his arms to forcibly turn me over so that my ass was up in the air. He kissed the back of my thighs, and up onto the skin just below my underwear. Then I felt the hot sting of a slap. He had spanked me. And I liked it.

  “Again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He spanked me again, and, this time. he brushed his hand against my pussy after the slap. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

  He put both of his hands on the top of the fabric, and slowly pulled them down, teasing me with every breath against my skin. When he got the underwear down to my feet, I could feel the pressure on the bed as he moved behind me. He put one leg up next to my right leg, and the other down on the bed, as he pushed himself inside me. I flung my head back in ecstasy, and he used his hand to pull my body up against his. He put his hand across my throat, and lifted my head up, so that I was looking at the ceiling.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out. My hair fell down across my shoulder, as he pushed himself in and out of me. I knew that I couldn't last very long.

  “Do you want to come?’

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bsp; “Yes.”

  He released me, and then put his hand on my back so that he pushed me down into the pillow. He rammed into me hard, and my moaning became uncontrollable. He pushed one final time before unloading his seed into my wet pussy. I cried out in ecstasy.

  We separated, but only momentarily. He pulled his finger down my spine sending tingles through my body. I felt electrified. He took his hand away and lowered his body so that his lips brushed against my skin.

  “You’re incredible.”

  I sighed.

  “I want to fuck you all night.”

  “Then do it,” I responded.

  Chapter Two

  I could hear the waves crashing in the distance, meeting the shore like old friends. They were intertwined, two pieces of a puzzle the nature put together so long ago. It was so peaceful here, nothing like it was back at home in Boston. Here I didn’t have to worry about money, or school, or even my friends. Here it was just me and Hudson in the beautiful ocean and the sunshine.

  I turned over in bed, expecting to see Hudson sleeping peacefully next to me, but, instead, I was startled to find that his side of the bed was empty. I ran my hand over the satin sheets, and found that they were cold. So he'd been gone for a while. I wrapped the sheet around myself, and got up out of the bed. I shuffled over to the French doors, and opened them so that I could clearly see the ocean. All the windows in his room were already opened, but I just needed to be closer. I needed to feel the salty air my skin. I stood there and waited for him for what felt like hours, but I was sure was only minutes. But he didn’t come. So, finally, I wrapped the sheet around myself tighter, toga-style, walked out into the main hallway, and down the stairs.

  The tile felt cold on my feet as I wandered around the main corridor trying to find the kitchen. For some reason, French food didn't seem to fill me up like American food did. I was starving, even though I had a large dinner last night. I heard the clanging of pots and pans, so I made my way into the East wing of the house, where I found the kitchen. I expected to see some sort of cook or maybe even the Butler making some sort of breakfast for us, but instead, I was shocked to find Hudson shirtless, only in his boxers, with a small sauté pan in his hands making eggs.