Roan nodded, then turned his attention to Hudson. “I’m surprised your brother’s not here today.”
Hudson glanced at Roan, then used his hands to respond. He’s in California for work.
“He spends a lot of time out there, huh?”
Hudson nodded.
Gannon turned to look out at the water. “Hey, Mill. You heard from AJ lately?”
That question had Hudson looking over at the woman floating in the water.
“Not since the cruise, no,” she said, but it sure sounded like a lie, and Teague didn’t even know her all that well.
“Really? He said he left you a couple of messages, but you never returned his call.”
“Huh. I didn’t get any messages.”
And now she was definitely lying. Teague didn’t claim to know her all that well, but he’d been around the woman enough that he knew she rarely answered a question or responded to something in only a few words. The woman talked incessantly.
Which would likely mean that Milly had a thing with AJ. Interesting.
Not that Teague gave a shit, but at least it kept his mind off of what Hudson planned to do with him in a little while.
Great.
Now he was thinking about it again.
MILLY SHOULD’VE KNOWN the topic would turn to AJ.
Then again, the only reason she was there was because AJ wasn’t. She knew he was in California because he had left her a message last week, trying to get her to call him back. He’d mentioned he would be out of town for a couple of weeks and had hoped to see her before he left.
She knew she was being a bitch by not calling him back, but she couldn’t. What they’d shared on the cruise… Milly knew that had been one of those vacation romances that wouldn’t stand a chance back in the real world. She worked too much and AJ was always gone… The last thing she wanted was a long-distance relationship.
Yes, she liked AJ.
A lot, actually.
He was a stand-up guy, far better than any guy she’d dated as of late, which only meant that they weren’t meant to be. Based on her experience, it wouldn’t take AJ long before he grew tired of her. Or he would want to change her, and that wasn’t something she could deal with, either. She’d made it this far in life without ever settling down, so she didn’t see the point in doing so now.
Looking up, she noticed Gannon watching her. She knew he had caught her in a lie. Rarely did she ever lie to him. Not only because he was her boss but also because he was her best friend, and she loved him for that. But she absolutely did not want to talk about AJ. The more distance she put between them, the better off they would both be.
Didn’t mean she didn’t think about him all the time, because she did. A woman had the right to fantasize, but a woman also had the right to know when not to get too close.
The last thing she wanted was another broken heart.
BY THE TIME they made it back to shore, the sun was beginning to set, which happened to be perfect for what Hudson had in mind. After helping get the boat tied up, he headed toward the repair shop so everyone would think he had some work to take care of. It helped that he had to go inside to grab something he’d stashed in his drawer earlier. He tucked it into the pocket of his cargo shorts.
What he was really doing was heading down to the alcove by slipping around the outer edges of the lake. Figuring Teague would come in from the other direction to avoid being seen with him, it seemed like the logical thing to do.
It took roughly fifteen minutes to trek through the trees and down to the water’s edge. The spot wasn’t exactly a secret since Cam, Dare, and Roan all knew about it, but Hudson knew that it was rarely used these days. Since Cam and Dare were both dealing with their own relationships, they didn’t need to sneak down to the lake to make out. Or maybe they did; who really knew with them.
However, he doubted they were coming down here tonight.
So, this was perfect.
The sound of a twig snapping had Hudson turning to see Teague nearing.
“Did you plan to get in the water?” Teague asked as he joined him.
Hudson signed: No.
“Okay, then what’s the plan?”
Hudson grinned. The kid was apparently in a hurry.
Take your clothes off.
Clearly Teague understood the instruction, because he took a step back and lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling the dark fabric up and over his head. As he continued to watch Teague undress, Hudson backed over to one of the large, smooth boulders and perched on the edge.
He never took his eyes off Teague, enjoying the striptease. The guy was all corded muscle, sleek and lean. Hudson had been hoping to see him out in the water today, but the kid had opted to hang on the boat for whatever reason instead.
But he would get his fill now.
“Now what?” Teague stood gloriously naked a few feet away, while Hudson was still fully dressed.
Touch yourself.
“Touch myself? Like, jack off?”
Hudson cocked an eyebrow but left it at that. Teague would get with the program soon enough.
It only took a few seconds before Teague took his dick in his hand, slowly stroking while he continued to maintain eye contact with Hudson. He looked confused, which was cute. He liked keeping Teague guessing, and so far it seemed to be working.
Hudson didn’t move for several minutes, fixated on the way Teague was stroking himself. He wasn’t in a hurry, but he could see the way Teague’s muscles tightened. He needed more than he could give himself right now, and Hudson wanted to oblige him, but he was enjoying the show.
“So, what? Are you going to sit there and watch me the whole time?”
Hudson shrugged. What do you want me to do?
“Something. Fuck,” Teague huffed, never stopping the movement of his hand.
Tell me.
“I thought you were the bossy one,” Teague mumbled.
Hudson grinned.
“Fine. I’ll jack off, but you have to finger my ass.”
Crooking his finger, he signaled Teague to come over to him. When he was within reach, Hudson jerked him closer, nipping Teague’s chest with his teeth before flicking his tongue over Teague’s nipple.
Teague hissed, his chest pushing forward, closer to Hudson’s mouth.
Hudson nipped, licked, and sucked until the little brown disc was hardened against his tongue, then he switched to the opposite side. He reached between them and guided Teague’s hand back to his dick, helping him stroke it. While he did, Hudson pulled Teague’s head down, pressing his mouth to Teague’s.
Smooth and soft, Teague’s lips melded against his, a breathy moan escaping him. He wasn’t sure if Teague realized he did that damn near every time Hudson kissed him. When he pulled back, he refocused his attention on working Teague’s dick, closing his fingers over Teague’s fist.
“Why do you like toying with me?”
Hudson didn’t need to answer that. The kid already knew. He wasn’t sure he would ever get enough of Teague. Ever since the first time they’d had sex, Hudson had been trying to control himself. It wasn’t easy, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt the kid. If he could, he would’ve already been slamming his dick deep into Teague’s warm body. But he wanted to keep Teague off-kilter for a while. He didn’t want to become predictable, because he knew that wouldn’t hold Teague’s interest for long.
And though he had originally intended for this to be a short-term thing, Hudson already knew that he wanted a hell of a lot more than that. But the key to getting it was to keep Teague coming back for more.
Twenty-Five
HUDSON’S MOUTH FELT so good. The way he sucked and bit Teague’s nipple, adding that little sting of pain… Teague wanted him to keep doing that all fucking night.
Then again, if he kept that up, no way would Hudson finger Teague’s ass, and he was already clenching in anticipation. Hudson’s hands landed on Teague’s hips, and he guided him back a step, so Teague complied. W
hen Hudson released him, it was to pull out his wallet, which ratcheted Teague’s eagerness by a million. However, Hudson didn’t retrieve the condom Teague had seen; rather, he pulled out one of those small packets of lube he seemed to carry around with him.
Hudson stood up, then motioned for Teague to move over to the boulder. Confused, he looked at Hudson. The guy was smiling as he twirled his finger, signaling for Teague to turn around and face away from him.
Well, that made a hell of a lot more sense. Planting one hand on the rock, Teague leaned over and continued to tug on his dick. He was hard, but he needed more than his own hand if Hudson expected him to come. At this point, Teague wasn’t even sure that was what Hudson wanted, but if it meant a possible release, Teague was more than willing to play the game.
Cool fingers glided down his crack, but then Hudson repositioned Teague so that one foot was propped up onto the lower part of the boulder, opening him wide. If there was anyone out there on the lake, they would definitely be able to see them. The sun was still out, although it was low in the sky. Probably another forty-five minutes before it would be completely dark.
Plenty of time.
He hoped.
“Oh, fuck,” Teague groaned when Hudson pushed two slick fingers inside his ass.
He clenched around them but then forced himself to relax.
Hudson took on a fairly slow pace and the pleasure was exquisite. The way he pumped those two fingers inside him, brushing his prostate every so often, massaging it other times… Teague’s dick was leaking pre-cum, hoping for more.
He was so lost in the sensation, it took a second to realize that Hudson’s fingers had been replaced by … something harder. He pushed his ass back against the intrusion, and that’s when the vibration started.
He held his breath as he realized Hudson was fucking him with a prostate massager. It was longer and thinner than Hudson’s fingers, which wasn’t at all unpleasant. And the vibration made his balls draw up.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he said by way of warning. He wasn’t sure if this was how Hudson wanted things to go, so he figured he’d give him a heads-up. Although he didn’t want to come. He wanted to enjoy the sensation for a while.
Gripping the base of his dick, Teague squeezed to hold off his release. He continued to rock back, taking the toy deeper.
“Fuck… Hudson… Feels so good.” Better than good.
Hudson never picked up the pace, only continued to fuck him with the toy, even when Teague leaned forward and rested both arms on the boulder. His body was trembling from the impending orgasm, and he could do little more than hold himself up. When Hudson’s big, warm hand gripped his dick, Teague knew he was in for it.
Unable to help himself, he thrust into Hudson’s hands, then pushed back against the toy. He continued the motion, not caring that he was out in public or that anyone could happen upon them at any time. He needed to come more than he needed air, so he had to consider his priorities.
“Oh … fuck…” His body trembled; his ass gripped the toy while Hudson continued to bring him closer and closer to the edge of bliss. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and Hudson must’ve realized that, because he jerked Teague’s dick more firmly, but never did he change the ass-fucking motion.
Teague closed his eyes and gave himself over to his release. He cried out as he came, his dick jerking in Hudson’s hand as he came so hard it knocked the air from his lungs. By the time he was able to catch his breath, Hudson had removed the toy and disposed of it somewhere, Teague didn’t know where.
Nor did he care.
At the moment, he only cared about being able to walk back to his apartment. The way his legs were still shaking, he wasn’t sure that was going to happen.
THE ONLY WAY to explain it … Hudson was a saint. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to stand watching Teague come apart like that without burying himself inside the man. But he had.
And now his balls were aching and his dick was ready to break his fucking zipper.
Considering he’d been back at his apartment for nearly an hour now, it was safe to say he was a fucking saint. Except he had no intention of going to sleep tonight without enjoying Teague’s body one more time. And this time, he intended to lose himself for a little while. Although earlier had been just as enjoyable. It wasn’t always about him; sometimes, he simply wanted to make Teague lose it, and boy had he. It’d been beautiful.
He’d given Teague plenty of time to recuperate. Now it was time to start the party again.
After showering and downing a bowl of canned stew, Hudson planted his ass on his couch, grabbed his cell phone, and shot Teague a text.
You want me to come to you? Or you want to come here?
He smiled when he received a response. To do what?
For me to do you.
His door opened in less than thirty seconds, and he grinned like an idiot. Teague was evidently right there with him, which wasn’t a total surprise. Seemed the guy was insatiable.
“Do you want me naked?” Teague asked, the eagerness evident in his tone.
Hudson nodded.
While Teague stripped, Hudson pulled off his shorts and sat down on his couch in the buff.
“Nice.” The appreciative tone made Hudson’s dick harden more as Teague’s eyes did a slow roll over his body.
Spreading his legs, he signaled for Teague to kneel before him.
Once Teague was there, Hudson reached for Teague’s head with one hand, cupping the back, while gripping his dick with the other. He brushed the swollen head across Teague’s lips a few times, then pushed forward. Teague took the hint, opening his mouth and allowing Hudson to sink into the warm cavern of his mouth.
Fucking heaven. That’s what this was.
In an effort to keep things from being over too quickly, Hudson allowed Teague to work his dick at his own pace, enjoying the suction, the warmth. His eyes threatened to close from the brutal pleasure that assaulted him, but he managed to keep them open, not wanting to miss a second.
When he knew he was getting close to no return, he pulled out of Teague’s mouth. He retrieved the condom and the lube he’d stashed beside him and handed them to Teague to do the honors.
Apparently Teague was trying to kill him with pleasure. It took longer than necessary for him to roll the condom on, then lube him up. By the time he was finished, Hudson was damn near at his breaking point.
He signed for Teague to stand, and when he did, he urged him to turn around by putting one hand on his hips and guiding him. Hudson helped Teague to lower onto his dick, swallowing hard as the heat of Teague’s body consumed him. There had been no foreplay for Teague—unless earlier counted—so he tried to be easy, working his shaft in slowly, pulling back, then working his way deeper.
When Teague was sitting on his lap, Hudson’s dick buried deep inside, he took a deep breath and then gave Teague the reins.
The kid fucked him by lifting and lowering on his dick, slowly at first, then bouncing more enthusiastically. Teague started out with his feet on the floor but soon put them on the couch on either side of Hudson’s thighs, continuing to lift up and lower onto Hudson’s dick.
“So fucking good,” Teague moaned. “I could do this all damn night.”
Hudson would let him, too, except he hadn’t come earlier, which meant his release was far closer than Teague’s probably was. Not wanting to leave Teague hanging, Hudson smacked Teague on the side of his leg to get him to stop. When he did, Hudson signed for him to turn around.
When Teague was facing him, Hudson once again lodged himself in Teague’s ass, then pulled his head down and thrust his tongue into Teague’s mouth. He allowed Teague to do all the work for several minutes, content with plundering his mouth with his tongue while Teague impaled himself on Hudson’s dick.
Fuck.
So good.
He was going to come any second, and he wanted Teague to be right there with him. Reluctantly, he pulled back, releasing Teague
’s mouth. He gripped Teague’s hips, stilling his movements, then took over, bucking his hips up off the couch and fucking Teague from underneath. Hudson gripped Teague’s dick with one hand, stroking him in rhythm to his thrusting, while still holding his hip with the other. When that became too much, he allowed Teague to take over the hand job while he focused solely on fucking Teague until they both couldn’t see from the pleasure of it.
“Yes … yes … yes…” Teague chanted, his eyes locked with Hudson’s.
There was a connection there that neither of them could deny, but Hudson knew he was the only one who would acknowledge it.
Hudson signed: Come for me.
“You don’t do that often,” Teague panted. “I like it. A lot.”
Hudson wasn’t sure what Teague was referring to, and clearly Teague read that in his expression.
“Telling me what to do. With your hands.”
Something shattered in Hudson’s chest, and he didn’t know what it was. A warm feeling consumed him. He continued fucking Teague, driving them both higher and higher until…
“Fuck yes!” Teague hissed, his hand stilling on his dick.
As he came, cum shooting onto Hudson’s chest, Hudson let go, coming hard, lodged deep inside of Teague.
Never once did he break eye contact.
But neither did Teague.
Twenty-Six
Saturday, July 30th
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Teague showed up for work early. He hadn’t slept for shit last night. He had tossed and turned, thinking about Hudson, wishing for the first time in his life that he was in bed with him. The crazy thoughts had pissed him off, so he had gotten up before the sun and made his way down to the shop to work on one of the engines he’d been dealing with for the past few days.
At eight o’clock, he received a text from Hudson letting him know that he was taking the day off.
Teague wanted to ask him why but decided against it. It wasn’t his business what Hudson did. They might’ve been fucking, but that was all they were doing. This wasn’t a relationship, no matter how stupid his thoughts had become.
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