Page 148 of Roughing It

In a flash, he steers the vehicle off the unpaved road and throws it into park. I unzip his pants, and he lifts his hips enough for me to tug them past his knees. Shifting slightly, I arrange myself over the passenger seat and Hudson’s thigh. Then, with a mischievous smile, I kiss the tip of his cock before running my tongue down the length. As I work him with my mouth, Hudson’s fingers play with my hair while his other hand skims over my back and ass.

“Not that I am complaining, but what brought this on?” he asks, his breathing picking up speed as I reach between his legs to cup his balls.

“I’m thinking about the first time we made this drive, how far we’ve come, and how I’m so in love with you. It just made me happy, and then I was picturing us, our bodies locked together, your mouth on my neck, your hands on my back… and I decided I can’t wait. I have to have a taste.” I wink before lowering my mouth back to his cock, swirling my tongue around his plump head, relishing his groan and the way his thighs shake beneath me.

I try to grind against the gearshift, but the angle’s wrong, and I can’t get the friction I’m searching for. Hudson reads my need and jerks my leggings down, his fingers gliding over my ass before dipping into my wet heat and then tracing back up.Over and over. Never deep enough to get me off, but the sensation is delicious. And will be repaid in kind.

He bucks against my face and swears, but before I can undo him, he pulls back. “I need inside you.” Lust and love seep into his words. I crawl into his lap, brushing my pussy against his rock-hard dick and crushing my lips to his in an air-stealing kiss. Rolling my hips against his cock, I grind down as Hudson grips my ass in his large hands. He gulps, his head falling back against the headrest as I lick his Adam’s apple and nibble on his neck.

I love driving this man to the edge.

Like I’m moving in slow motion, I lower myself onto his cock at a painstaking pace until he fills me to the hilt. He goes to move his hips, but I lift, easing him out of my pussy. “I want to play, Bear, but I’m in charge. Are you up for it?”

His grip on my hips tightens, and his green eyes flash. I run my tongue along his neck, impatiently awaiting his answer. It’s a rare treat when my grumpy outdoorsman gives me complete control, but it’s so fun when he does.

“Yes.” He breathes the word against my lips.

“Then you better get us the hell home,” I say as I take him back inside me.

With a snarl, Hudson throws the Jeep into drive, and we take off. A little quicker than he normally drives, but still cautious—despite my being impaled on his dick.

I suck on his neck hard enough to leave a mark, but when he tries to thrust up, I scold him. “Uh-uh, naughty boy. I’m keeping my cock warm. You and it have a lot to do when we get to the cabin. But no one’s coming until then.”

“Fucking hell, Spitfire, you’re killing me.” The steering wheel groans and I know his knuckles are white with pressure. Seven minutes of bumpy road and excruciatingly glorious teasing later, we make it.

Hudson all but jumps from the Jeep, me still wrapped around him like a koala.

“I need my bag.” He lets out a pained moan at my declaration.

As I unhook my legs from his hips—and his dick from my pussy—he tries to hold me in place, a scowl on his face. Years of knowing and loving Hudson Brooks, and I’ve never seen him pout. Get mad, get annoyed, storm off, sure. But pout? That’s my thing. But here, in this moment, he’s full-on, bratty-lip pouting.

I nip his plump bottom lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “You clearly need some reminders about who’s in charge, Bear. Put me down.” When he releases me, I stroke his cock, wet from my pussy. “Now, be a good boy. Take off your clothes, and wait for me on the bed.”

For a second, I think he’s going to call it. The rules are firm. If anyone saysred,everything ends, my Bear just yanks up his pants, huffs out a breath and stomps inside.

Such a grump. I love it.

When I open the cabin door, Hudson’s waiting for me. He’s on his back, one arm behind his head, while the other strokes his thick cock. The urge to let those thighs crush me and ask for more floods my mind and my panties. God, he’s sex on a platter. Four years have done nothing to dampen my need for him. Forty years won’t. Because when it comes to him, I’m an addict. I crave Hudson Brooks.

With a grin, I drop my bag and dig until I find the green jute rope.

Hudson’s eyes narrow. “What do you have planned?”

“A demonstration of how far my knot-tying skills have come.”

“What else do you have in that bag?”

“An assortment of items one might need to survive in thewilderness. If you’re good, I’ll show you. Now,” I smile at him, “are you up for this?”

I can see the wheels in his mind turning, emotions flickering across his handsome face. Eventually, he smirks. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Hold your hands up to the headboard.”

Hudson does as directed, and I slink onto the bed and up his body. “I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard. If you want me to let you go, say stop or red.”

He nods and situates himself. “I’m comfortable.” He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me what kind of knots you’re using.”

“Oh, you dirty talker.” I kiss the side of his neck, making sure to hit the same spot from earlier. I want that mark visible for days. In a husky voice, I say, “I’m starting with a single column.” As I talk, I wrap the forest green rope around one wrist. In between steps, I kiss up and down his arm, murmuring how much I love him into the crook of his elbow and kissing his unbound wrist before repeating everything.

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