Page 30 of Bearly Mated

I groaned again, for a reason that was absolutely not sexual.

He laughed. “It can’t be as bad when I’m buried inside you.”

“It absolutely can.”

His steps forced him into me even deeper, and my breathing grew shallow.

He settled on his back on the bed, leaving me on top of him and therefore in control. It was the first time I’d ridden him like that, and the sensation was incredible.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, moving slightly, and he throbbed inside me.

I forced myself to try to breathe deeper, to fight the desire, but it was intense. I wasn’t sure whether to blame it on the mate bond, our past, or just my existing level of horniness.

He didn’t ask again about my exes—but I knew he hadn’t dropped it. Hudson didn’t drop things like that.

And truthfully, we were going to talk about it eventually. If he’d saved himself for me, there was no way around that conversation. So, we might as well get it over with while our bodies were connected, forcing us to feel pleasure.

“The first guy was a few weeks after I started college,” I admitted. “Wren introduced me to him. I was missing you horribly, so she dragged me to this game night that some people she sort of knew were hosting. We all got a little tipsy. The guy and I had been flirting all night, the flirting led to making out, and…”

Hudson’s chest was rumbling in a way that told me he didn’t like what he was hearing, but that was expected.

I let out a long breath. “I don’t regret getting it over with, but I’ve always wished it was with someone I knew and trusted. He didn’t care about me. Didn’t even try to get me off.”

Hudson’s hands slid over my thighs and around my ass, squeezing. “I should’ve been there.”

“It’s in the past, Hud. No point in dwelling. You’re here now. And you’re not leaving.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

I moved my hips a little.

“Who else?”

“I started dating a guy a few weeks after that. Still needed a distraction after being away from you. We were together for a month, and he did try to make the sex good for me.”

Hudson’s eyes darkened. “He’s the one who taught you to give a blowjob.”

“Yes.”

He dragged his thumb over my clit, and I gasped.

“Tell me you’re mine, Cal.”

“Definitely yours,” I panted.

“The last guy?”

I groaned. “Not this again.”

“Callie,” he warned, still teasing my clit.

“I was pickier after the second,” I moaned, as Hudson pushed me closer to the edge. “I realized I didn’t like meaningless sex. I dated, but made a rule not to sleep with anyone until the third time we went out. Nothing ever got serious enough until my senior year of college. We’d had a few classes together, and had been friends since sophomore year. When he asked me out, I was surprised, but we hit it off. We were together nine months. After graduation, we had to decide between marriage and breaking up, and I—” I cried out as Hudson stopped teasing my clit just before he got me off. “Damn you!”

“I don’t want you coming with anyone but me on your mind.”

“Possessive bastard.” I dug my fingers into his abdomen, sitting back on his erection so he bottomed out inside me again.

“Undeniably. Now finish your story.”

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