Page 111 of Roughing It

Shaw_Babe: Fine. You want to ignore me? Let’s see how long you hold out. Bet your “fans” love hearing about what a little whore you were.

Hudson’s body vibrates, and I can practically feel his energy pulsing around us. He abruptly stops the porch swing, slides me out of his lap, and paces the clearing. A litany of curses falls from his lips. “Goddamn, motherfucking, pathetic excuse for a… what kind of miserable person talks to and about their own fucking child like that?”

I jump from the swing, my steps faltering as I move closer to him. “Hudson, those things aren’t true. I mean, yes, I changed my name, but the other stuff?”

He’s a gorgeous beast. A moving mass of muscle and barely contained rage. Is his anger for me? Or at me?

My arms stretch, my body desperate for him, for a modicum of the comfort and care he’s given me even when he didn’t like me. The second his foot lifts in my direction, the anger cooling and morphing, my stilled heart beats again.

Hudson sweeps me up, holding me against him. He kisses away every tear falling from my eyes, tracking any that land on my cheeks.

“You listen to me. Whatever that woman has to say about you means nothing to me. Nothing.” The gentle sprinkle of my tears grows into a full-blown downpour. “Hey. Hey baby, none of that. Shhh.”

He holds me, his warmth and the gentle rocking of the swing soothing me. His fingers lightly massage my scalp and smooth my hair until, finally, my sobbing stops.

And then, because he really is too fucking perfect, Hudsonsmiles into my hair and whispers, “It’s nice to meet you, Blake Lee.”

DAY TWENTY-TWO

Delicious sensations spread through my body. A tingle at the base of my spine. Toe-curling pleasure radiating from my center. The scrape of teeth, the warmth of a tongue, the downy softness of hair.

Am I dreaming? I fight through my sleep-addled haze, and when I blink my eyes open, I’m greeted by the most glorious sight on earth.

Hudson Brooks, nose deep in my pussy.

“Morning,” he mumbles without picking his head up.

My answer is a moan as his tongue glides over my slick soaked sex. He buries his nose between my legs and licks me from hole to clit in long, broad strokes. Powerful hands hold my legs down when I attempt to squeeze them closed.

“Blakely, if you do that, I can’t use my fingers.”

“I don’t even want your fingers.”

It’s a lie.

“Are you sure? Usually, you want several of them.”

God, his mouth. When I don’t answer, he huffs out a laugh, the puff of air driving my hips upward and my fingers into the sheets.

“So stubborn.” Hudson’s exploration of my pussy continues, his tongue delving into me like I’m his favorite ice cream. When his nose nudges my clit, my hips jerk, desperate for more. But he lifts his head, pulling away. “Do you want me to stop and let you sleep?”

I lift myself up on my elbows, lust and something more racing through me. With a grin, I bite my lower lip and flop back onto the bed. “You know the answer.”

Hudson kisses the lowest part of my stomach. “Tell me. Sleep or keep going?”

When I don’t answer, Hudson licks and sucks my swollen clit like a man on a mission. My cries become strangled when he clamps it gently between his teeth and rolls his tongue, making my clit thrum in protest. “Answer me.”

Again, I stay silent. I’m being a brat, but it makes my heart happy.

The crack of his palm on my pussy sends deep-seated need burning through me.

“Answer me.”

My hips shift beneath him, small circles as I desperately seek friction. “You’re such an asshole.” But, of course, I give in. “Keep going. Please, don’t stop. And use your fingers.”

“Promise not to smother me.” He grazes his teeth along my inner thigh. “It’d be the best fucking way to go, but I’d prefer it happen many, many years from now.”

“Hudson…”

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