Speechless (Pier 70 #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  It sucked that it had to be this way, but Hudson knew he was willing to take what he could get from Teague. Which meant keeping his feelings to himself was critical.

  Otherwise, this was going to be over long before Hudson was ready for it to be.

  Twenty-Eight

  Thursday, August 4th

  IT’D BEEN ALMOST two weeks since the first time Teague had been gloriously fucked by Hudson, and over the course of that time, it’d been a daily occurrence. Especially since the night on the boat when things had been a little weird.

  Since then, Hudson seemed primed and ready at all times.

  With the exception of the last … day and a half.

  To be honest, Teague’s ass had been sore from all the fucking—something he’d never experienced in his life—so Hudson had given him a break. But now, as he helped Hudson carry in Dare’s long leather sofa—well, technically it was Noah’s—Teague’s anticipation was beginning to grow. He was ready for Hudson again.

  He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t grown tired of sex, but it helped that Hudson was so fucking creative. The guy rarely did the same thing twice. On Sunday night, Hudson had spent a solid hour massaging Teague’s entire body on his couch before crawling over him, then sliding his dick right into Teague’s ass. It had been fantastic.

  Then on Monday, Hudson had invited him to run to the store to pick up a few things so Hudson could make dinner. It’d been at night. And yes, Teague had given in to truck sex, riding Hudson’s dick in the parking lot of the marina when they returned. Needless to say, it was a good thing they hadn’t bought ice cream.

  Oh, and then on Tuesday, when Teague had come home from work after Hudson... Before he could get into his place, Hudson had met him at his door, then fucked him right there against the wall in the hallway between their apartments.

  Again, wicked awesome.

  And then nothing since.

  Only now, Teague’s anticipation was getting the best of him. It’d been almost two full days, and he continued to watch Hudson like a hawk. He was trying to predict what the man was thinking, but he’d learned that was damn near impossible.

  However, it was making for an interesting day.

  Hell, it was making for an interesting day every damn day.

  The best part about it … this was all about sex.

  Sex, sex, and more sex.

  Things seemed to be going great between them. The weirdness he’d felt the day Hudson had spent the day at the gym had subsided, and they were back to normal. He and Hudson had established an easy friendship with benefits, and Teague wasn’t feeling the anxiety as much anymore. The fact that Hudson wasn’t pressuring him for anything made it easy, as well. He didn’t have to worry about spending the night at Hudson’s, or vice versa. Most of the time, they were having sex in random locations away from their apartments, which was perfect.

  Teague couldn’t have asked for anything more. He didn’t have to worry about those pesky emotions interfering, and for that he was grateful. He certainly wasn’t looking for a relationship, and Hudson clearly wasn’t, either.

  All the stupid shit that’d been going through his head was long gone. He’d moved on. The moment of insanity had passed, and he could accept this for what it was. Fucking for the sake of fucking.

  “What’s the smile for?” Roan asked when Teague set his end of the sofa down in the middle of the living room.

  Teague instantly wiped the smile off his face. He hadn’t realized he’d been smiling. Or that anyone had been watching him.

  His first instinct was to look at Hudson, but he fought that urge. The last thing he wanted was for Roan or any of the others to become wise to what was happening between them. When other people knew that shit, they instinctively pushed for a happy ever after. Teague didn’t want a happy ever after. He was quite content with a happy ending, which meant he would come at some point in the day.

  Roan chuckled. “Never mind. I must’ve imagined it.”

  That made Teague laugh and his eyes cut to Hudson, who was also smiling.

  Shit.

  He sobered immediately. It was as though Hudson knew what he’d been thinking about, and the smug smirk only pissed Teague off.

  Turning around, he headed back out to the moving truck to find something else he could carry inside. The faster they got this over with, the sooner he could get home and possibly get laid. When he’d signed up for this, he hadn’t expected to have the scrutiny of so many eyes on him, but clearly Roan was looking to bust his balls, which turned his fairly decent mood sour all of a sudden.

  Strong fingers landed on his shoulders, and Teague spun around to see Hudson standing behind him. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one else saw.

  Hudson frowned.

  “The last thing I need is someone giving me shit because we’re fucking.” He knew he sounded like an asshole, but he couldn’t help it. Why the fuck would Hudson touch him now? When there were too many eyes around to see?

  As he was turning back to the truck, Teague fell off-balance when Hudson grabbed his arm and jerked him around to the other side, out of the line of sight from the house.

  The man was still frowning and Teague didn’t need to ask him why.

  Hudson started signing, and Teague did his best to follow along.

  Don’t freak out. So what if they find out?

  “So what?” Okay, and now he sounded a little hysterical. “I don’t want them to find out. I don’t want anyone to find out.”

  Why?

  “Because it’s none of their fucking business, that’s why.”

  Hudson didn’t say anything more, he simply nodded his head and turned away. Teague was pretty sure he saw disappointment flash in those green eyes, but he could’ve imagined it.

  Shit. He had to have imagined it. No way could he and Hudson continue on like this if the guy was going to make this public. No one could know about this. That was the last damn thing Teague needed.

  ONE MINUTE TEAGUE was cool, the next he was a fucking mess.

  Go figure.

  Hudson grabbed one of the small end tables from the truck and carried it into the house, doing his best to ignore the little scene Teague had made. He didn’t actually know what had happened, so it wasn’t that difficult. He only knew that the second Roan had razzed him about smiling, Teague had freaked out.

  Which meant Teague was thinking about him. Had to be. That was one of his hot buttons, and based on the fact he evidently didn’t want anyone to know that they were fucking, Teague wasn’t interested in doing much more than that.

  It kind of sucked. They’d had a good couple of weeks, and the last few days had been the easiest. Ever since Hudson had decided to go with the flow and ignore the fact that he’d started having feelings for the kid, things had been easier between them.

  The sex was off the fucking charts, that was for damn sure. It seemed that no matter what Hudson asked of Teague, the kid was willing. Well, to a degree, anyway. They had yet to have sex in an actual bed, but Hudson had planned it that way. After Teague’s panic attack the time he’d fallen asleep at Hudson’s, he knew that would only be asking for disaster.

  So he had steered clear of it, hoping to work up to that point.

  Based on the frown that marred Teague’s forehead right now, it looked as though they might’ve taken several steps back, which wasn’t at all surprising. In fact, Hudson had been waiting for it.

  He wished he could say he wasn’t disappointed, but he was. He’d thought they were making progress. And yes, he knew it shouldn’t matter, because this was only supposed to be sex, but still. He was. Disappointed. Greatly.

  Somewhere along the way, Hudson had started to enjoy Teague’s company. Far more than he’d ever thought possible. They shared meals together, they worked side by side, and yes, they fucked. The past two weeks had been … enjoyable.

  Only now, Hudson was wondering how the fuck he’d allowed it to get that far. When he’d made th
e offer to Teague, he’d fully intended to keep it all about sex. He wasn’t looking for anything more.

  Well, technically he hadn’t been, but it would seem he’d started to at some point.

  And that was just fucking stupid. Teague didn’t have anything more to give. Hudson knew that. He did. Teague was nothing if not completely forthcoming with that information. He had been clear from the beginning.

  “Hey, man. You okay?”

  Hudson looked up to see Roan studying him intently.

  He nodded, brushing off his emotions. He didn’t give a fuck whether Teague wanted anyone to know. It was better that they didn’t. This thing wasn’t going to last long, anyway. Hudson would get his fill soon enough, and they’d have no choice but to go their separate ways. That was how he’d planned it.

  No, what Hudson needed to do was take a step back from Teague. Put some distance between them. Maybe he should stay at AJ’s this weekend. Make sure he wasn’t tempted.

  As he headed back to the moving truck to get another piece of furniture, Hudson pulled out his phone and shot a text to AJ. Mind if I stop by this weekend? We can hang for a while.

  Hudson shoved his phone back in his pocket. He would wait for his brother to text him back, and he’d figure out what to do at that point. Whatever happened this weekend, he needed to hit the gym, work off some of the pent up frustration.

  Hopefully, by giving Teague a few days to figure shit out, they could get back to normal on Monday.

  The question was whether or not it would still involve sex. Or if they would simply move on.

  At the moment, Hudson wasn’t even sure which way he would prefer.

  Twenty-Nine

  TEAGUE WAS ITCHING for a fight. That was the only way to explain the rage burning in his veins. He’d spent the past two weeks mellowed out, and today Hudson had pissed him off. At one point, he had tried to look at it rationally, but then he’d said fuck it.

  Except now he was in the shower, debating on what he wanted to do tonight. He had his choice. He could probably call Jason and Benny, hang out with them. Only that didn’t sound as exciting as it once had.

  But he needed to do something.

  He heard his apartment door open and close, and he stopped washing his body. The only person who could be there was Hudson, so he didn’t freak out. Anyone else wouldn’t be able to get past the lock on the outside door from the parking lot. Only he and Hudson knew that code.

  What the hell could he want?

  Probably wanted to come over and talk about what had happened earlier at Dare’s. Likely give Teague a lecture about—

  The shower curtain was yanked back, and Hudson’s big, naked body stood less than a foot away from him. Teague swallowed the startled scream that tried to break free as he took a step back when Hudson joined him in the shower.

  “What the fuck do you—”

  His words were cut off when Hudson cupped his jaw and slammed his mouth down on his. Teague wanted to fight; he was tempted to bite Hudson, but the kiss stole his thoughts. Hudson wasn’t gentle when he thrust his tongue into Teague’s mouth. And fuck if it wasn’t exactly what Teague needed.

  However, it ended way too soon for his liking.

  Hudson turned off the water, grabbed Teague’s hand, and pulled him out of the bathroom. Teague had no choice but to follow. When he saw Hudson moving toward his bed, he tried to pull back, but Hudson simply lifted him off his feet and dumped him onto the bed, coming down over him instantly.

  Before he could argue, Hudson’s mouth was on his once more. It was as though Hudson knew exactly how to calm his racing heart, because it didn’t take long for the panic to diffuse and for lust to take over. Teague wrapped his arms around Hudson and jerked him closer, taking his weight on top of him.

  He moaned into Hudson’s mouth, trying to touch every inch of him at once.

  Then Hudson changed things up again, pulling back and flipping around so that he was kneeling over Teague’s head, pushing his cock into Teague’s face. He wasn’t gentle, but neither was Teague.

  As he attempted to figure out which way was up, Hudson’s mouth slid right down over his shaft, and Teague bucked his hips upward.

  “Fuck. Oh, God.” Hudson sucked him hard at the same time he pushed his hips down, rubbing his cock against Teague’s face.

  And yes, he could take a hint.

  Using his hands, he pushed Hudson up so that he could take his cock into his mouth, mirroring what Hudson was doing to him. Again, Hudson wasn’t gentle as he pushed his hips down, fucking Teague’s mouth, pushing his cock deep into Teague’s throat. He could do little to stop him, but that was all right because he didn’t want Hudson to stop.

  This was exactly what he wanted from Hudson. Sex.

  Nothing else.

  No public relationship.

  No dinners together.

  No watching movies.

  Okay, so maybe he liked some of those things, but he wasn’t going to admit to it. He didn’t want Hudson to know that he’d come to enjoy the time they spent together. Looked forward to it even. He needed to remind himself that the only thing he’d signed up for was the fucking part.

  And Lord, was Hudson good at that.

  Hudson’s cock slid out of his mouth and the bed shifted. Then Hudson was once again above him, kneeling over his chest and pushing his dick into Teague’s mouth. Teague welcomed it, swallowing him, licking, laving, sucking him while he stared up Hudson’s impressive body. The man really was gorgeous.

  Hudson’s hands lifted and Teague followed them with his eyes.

  Suck me.

  Teague wasn’t sure why he found that hot, but he did. Maybe it was because Hudson couldn’t speak, but he could use his hands to relay what he wanted. Teague hadn’t expected it, and maybe that was why it turned him on so much. He figured if Hudson could talk, he’d be extremely dominant and verbally demanding. Hell, he was already dominant, and that was relayed in every movement of his body.

  When Hudson pulled back, Teague took deep breaths, watching him as he rolled on a condom—where the hell had he hidden that?—then lubed his dick and his fingers. Without an ounce of tenderness, Hudson folded Teague in half, pushing his knees up damn near to his ears.

  When Hudson pulled his hands back, Teague didn’t let his legs fall. He watched as Hudson’s hands began to move.

  Hold on to your ankles.

  Teague grabbed his ankles, holding himself open as Hudson slipped one finger into his ass. He groaned at first, the initial bite of pain stealing his thoughts. When a second finger joined the first, Teague managed to relax, allowing Hudson to finger-fuck him, working his ass open. He tried not to look into Hudson’s eyes, not wanting to see what he was feeling. After their encounter today, he didn’t want to see that same disappointment on Hudson’s face.

  Figuring he couldn’t be too disappointed if he was getting ready to plow his ass, Teague decided to forget everything for a little while.

  Forget it all and enjoy the ride.

  HONESTLY, HUDSON HAD been expecting much more of a fight from Teague about having sex in his bed. At first, he’d thought Teague was going to tell him to go fuck himself, but Hudson had managed to maintain control of the situation.

  Now, as he knelt on the mattress, staring down at Teague holding his ankles as he’d been instructed, Hudson wasn’t sure Teague knew why he wasn’t willing to have sex in a bed in the first place. Not that he wanted him thinking about that.

  No, Hudson wanted to fuck the defiance right out of Teague. He wanted to claim him, to show him that he couldn’t run from this. Regardless of how they’d intended for this to go, at some point it had gone sideways.

  Very, very sideways.

  “Fuck me,” Teague pleaded as Hudson lined his dick up with Teague’s hole.

  He brushed the head against Teague’s sphincter, pushing in, forcing his way inside, inch by glorious inch. Hudson watched as Teague’s face contorted from the pressure, but then he relaxed when Hudson ha
d pushed as deep as he could.

  Only then did Hudson lean over Teague, planting his hands on each side of Teague’s head, keeping the kid’s body folded in half while he began pumping his hips, fucking Teague nice and slow. It wasn’t what Teague wanted, he knew that much, but that was what Hudson was going to give him. This was the first time they’d been in a bed, the first time Teague had probably ever had a man fuck him like this … and Hudson was going to show him just how good it could be.

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Teague’s, sliding his tongue along the seam while he continued to push his hips forward, then withdraw. He worked his tongue into Teague’s mouth, kissing him the way he’d come to love. Slow and easy, the same way he was making love to him.

  Not that he would tell Teague this was making love. No way would he believe him, even if he did. The kid was in denial. He was unhinged. Which was the very reason Hudson was here and not at AJ’s watching baseball. He hadn’t wanted to risk Teague running down to a club, spending time with those assholes he used to fuck. Shit, the mere thought of someone else’s hands on Teague made Hudson’s blood boil.

  Like it or not, Teague belonged to him.

  Only Teague would never be on board with that, so Hudson was going to keep things the way they were now.

  This.

  Fucking.

  Pulling his mouth from Teague’s, he stared down into those stormy blue eyes, seeing everything the kid was thinking. Teague wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, nor was he good at processing them. The more time they spent together, the more sides of Teague that Hudson saw, the more he noticed it was the little things that set Teague off. Like today.

  “Harder, Hudson.”

  Teague was still holding on to his ankles, so Hudson pushed back, planting his hands on the back of Teague’s thighs as he drilled down into him. He slammed his hips forward, giving Teague what he wanted, but still maintaining a slow pace.