Page 58 of Tough Love

Ruby tracks her gaze between Hudson and me. “We should leave them be. Come on, show me your mountains. I’m dying to see them, since Adds hasn’t shut up about them the whole time I’ve been here.”

“Really?” Reed’s eyes widen.

I roll mine at him and he escorts Rubes back to the truck. Those two are getting on like a house on fire.

When they pull away and drive back the way they came, Hudson closes in on me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your hips?” His face is pinched with worry.

“It’s no big deal. And I can handle it, Huddy.”

He shakes his head, and now he folds me into his chest. “Please tell me these things, Addy.”

I nod against the muscles of his toned shoulder, and he dots a kiss to my hair. When I think he isn’t going to let me go, I wriggle, and he unfolds with a sly smile. “Last one in’s a rotten egg, Howard!”

He flies toward the river, ripping off his shirt and hat. His boots go next, then his pants, until only his boxers remain. God, the sight of him has my core liquid. I peel off my top and jump around, pulling off my boots. My jeans hit the grass before I leap into the water after him. And when he comes up for air and sweeps his hair back out of his face, I swear my heart craps out.

Chapter Seventeen

HUDSON

Icould do this all damn day. The red lacy bra and panties Addy has on have me hard and throbbing. Fuck me. So goddamn beautiful. She bobs up and down a foot away from me, the water lapping against those perfect tits. When she leans back and ducks under the water, they crest the water, hover, and then sink as she dunks herself.

When she comes back up, her hair wet and plastered to her face, she sweeps it away and around one shoulder. The tips of her curls dangle over her soft breasts. And when I finally lift my gaze to those pretty brown eyes, they are laced with fire. The kind that means I’m not the only one about to combust here.

“Come here, Huddy,” she breathes.

I’m through the water, hands on her face, mouth over hers a heartbeat later. She presses her body into mine. Her lips are velvet, her mouth opens, and I sweep my tongue inside her mouth, needing to taste every part of her. She’s moaning, her hands in my hair. My cock throbs against her stomach. The cool water does nothing to quell it. When Addy breaks from the kiss, I drag in a ragged breath.

“Adeline Howard, the things you do to me.”

She smiles that crooked smile that tells me she is going to do something crazy. The next thing, my boxers are off my hips, her hand gripping my cock hard. Groaning, I let my forehead fall onto hers. “I want those gorgeous tits in my mouth, Addy.”

“They’re all yours.”

I make quick work of her bra and toss it to the bank. Her eyes are stuck on me as I take each breast in my hands and suck each peak. And when I swirl a tongue over one, she whimpers, falling into me. Jesus, what I wouldn’t do to have her come undone wrapped around me.

If I had been smart, I would have brought a blanket. But I’m not smart, so we will have to improvise. There is a fallen log a little way downstream. I pick her up and plant her around my hips. She giggles and kisses my jaw, then down my neck. Her hands grip my shoulders. The water is a little deeper at the log that has fallen into the river. Water rushes around it.

I deposit her onto the log and slide her panties down. She wriggles as I tug them over her hips and ass and toss them into the nearest tree for later retrieval. I push my palms into the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider. “Addy, you could bring a man to the brink of starvation looking like this, sweet girl.”

I run my hands up to her breasts, cupping and fondling them before rolling the nipples between my fingers. Addy steadies herself with her hands on the log on either side and spreads her legs a little further. I swipe a thumb over her swollen apex, and she whimpers. She glistens with wet heat.

That’s for me.

I do that to her.

My cock swells at the thought.

I press kisses to the inside of her thighs, and she squirms when I purposefully avoid the place where she is desperate for me. For my tongue, my mouth.

“Huddy, please.”

“Tell me what you want, Addy.”

“I want your mouth on me, your fingers inside me. I want you.”

I lower my head and run my tongue through her wet seam. The taste of her goes straight to my balls, and they tighten and lift. I groan, the sound vibrating through her clit, now caught gently in my teeth. Her hand finds my hair, her fingers running through it before turning to a grip.

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