Page 147 of Roughing It

With a smile, I hit send.

From downstairs, I hear a muttered swear. Fighting back a giggle fit, I fire off another text.

Nowyou send me a dirty pic.

A moment later, my phone buzzes. I bite my lip, imagining what he sent. Letting the anticipation build. My finger hovers over the screen. I wouldn’t mind a chest pic. Maybe an ass shot? If he’s feeling feisty, a dick pic? As much as Hudson’s grown and mellowed when it comes to being on camera, there are some things he still balks at. He’ll sext with the best of them, but my phone remains sadly selfie dick pic free. The ones I have, I had to take myself. Rude really.

Then I open the message.

What the hell? There’s no sexy photo. Nope. Instead, there’s a close-up of a pile of my clothes.

Bear

You’re messy

Yanking up my bra and jerking my shirt on, I stomp down the stairs to the living room. “You’re such an asshole!”

Hudson smirks and shrugs. “It’s the dirtiest thing I could think of.”

“This is not the kind of dirty I wanted, and you know it.”

He steps into my space, fingers slipping under the bottom of my sweater, brushing against my stomach. “Love when you shiver for me, baby. And don’t worry, we’ve got the next four days all to ourselves. You won’t need a picture to remind you of what’s yours.”

His lips flirt with mine until I part them, inviting his tongue to tangle with mine. A hungry moan pulls from my throat, and I lace my arms around him. One of his hands goes to my hip, squeezing until he breaks away.

“If you kiss me like that, we won’t make it to the cabin.”

Pants thread my words. “You should fuck me on the floor before we go.”

He spins me around, holding me tight to his chest before nipping my ear lobe. “I’m gonna fuck you all over our cabin, Blakely. The floor, the bed, the shower, the kitchen table, the countertops, against every wall. You’re gonna have muscles that ache like you ran a goddamn marathon and my cum in places you didn’t think you could when I’m done with you.” I clench my thighs together, his filthy promise curling around me.

Then, with a quick swat to my ass, he sends me back to our room to finish packing.

Asshole.

“You’re staring.”

I glare at the side of his head. “How do you always know?”

“Situational awareness.” He turns his head and winks. “Plus, you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve spent most of the drive imagining all the dirty things Hudson and I will get up to. Each one a stream of lust, all joining together to rush over me. Damn this man and the desire he fuels in me. Without saying a word, I reach my hand out and skim my fingers against his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Pull over, Hudson.”

“Pull over? Do you need to pee? We’re ten minutes away.”

“No! Really?That’swhat you think I want?” I sputter.

“If you don’t need to pee, what could you possibly want—” His words die in his throat as I palm his cock through his pants, a thrill thrumming through me as he hardens at my touch. “Blakely.” He lets out a warning growl.

I unbuckle my seat belt and perch on my knees before lowering my head to rub my nose against his growing bulge and laying chaste kisses against his upper thighs. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.” He grits the word out between clenched teeth and gently tangles his fingers into my hair. “Yes, I fucking want you.”

“Then either do your best to keep us on the road or find somewhere to pull over.”

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