Page 30 of Breaking Hudson

“Because I need my mind to be quiet,” I explain.

“I think Hudson should be the one in front of you,” Dallas says. “You stepped in front of a bullet for him. I think you need that time together.”

“I want you too,” I tell Dallas.

“I know, and you’ll get me. I just think it’s important you two connect like that,” he says.

“Okay,” I smile.

“I don’t want you using your arm,” Hudson says. “Let us have control, okay?”

“Then take it,” I snicker. I squeal when he suddenly pulls me on top of him and I groan when he pulls me down on his cock. “Fuuuck, I’ll never get over that. You are so fucking big.”

Hudson pulls me across his chest and, as I suspected he would, Dallas slams into my ass, making me scream. As pain moves though me, they start to move in perfect rhythm. They quicken their pace, and Dallas pulls me up by my hair to wrap his hand around my throat. I groan when they push deeper and it’s not even registering that I cannot breathe. My mind is empty, and I am at peace.

As the world darkens, my orgasm slowly moves through me, shaking my body. I don’t fight my consciousness slipping away; I embrace the warmth that it feeds my soul. As my body weakens, their amazing moans echo thought my mind.

“She’s okay. I promise,” Hudson says softly. I am lying between him and Dallas, and they both have their hands on me. My arm aches, but I stay still so they can talk.

“She was shot, Hudson,” Mom says. “That’s not okay.”

“Jill, I need you to trust me. She is a strong woman. It wasn’t a bad wound. She is shaken, but she’s okay,” Hudson says.

“Is she in pain?” Victoria asks.

“Probably, but she is too damn stubborn to admit it,” Dallas says.

“Asshole,” I mumble.

“Am I wrong?” he laughs and kisses my forehead.

“Maybe. I ache,” I say.

“But no pain?” Hudson asks. “Dallas gave you a shot for pain medicine.”

“After I passed out?” I ask with a smirk.

“You passed out?!” Dad asks worriedly.

“I don’t know if you want me to explain that, Dad,” I laugh.

“Oh,” he says simply.

“I wanna know,” Colton asks.

“Please… please don’t,” Dad says, shaking his head.

I try to sit up but groan in pain. “Hey. Don’t do that. Let us help you,” Dallas says softly. He and Hudson help me sit up and I sigh in relief when I can relax again.

“Good?” Hudson asks.

“Yeah. Just exhausted,” I say.

“So, what do we do from here?” I ask.

“You die,” Hudson says.

“Sick of me already?” I ask with a smile.

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