Page 49 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
“Miss Miller, are you OK?”
“Yes,” I rasped. Mr Sheldon nodded and then turned to two girls, one of whom was holding her wrist.
Everyone continued to climb out of the water, and chatter filled the air, like nothing had just happened. I still held on for dear life, my hand curling into the strong barrier wrapped around me. The muscles of Hudson’s forearm flinched. “Stop digging your fucking fingers into my arm,” he hissed gruffly in my ear.
I relaxed my death grip. “Sorry,” I panted.
Hudson’s rock-hard chest was pressing into my back, and his arm was under my breasts. I could feel each powerful contour of his body as he swam us towards the shallow end, and my bottom bumped against the junction between his thighs.
“That’s it, English. Work with me.” His words were calming, but left his mouth roughly, like he was ordering me to be fine, when he could see I was anything but.
A sob left my mouth, and his arm flexed, squishing my ribcage. He was so strong; he could probably crush me to death.
My breath hitched, and I could feel the hair on his legs against my calves as he swam one-handed.
The reflection from the water made a pattern on the ceiling as I leaned my head back into the nook of his arm.
Finally, I felt him place his feet on the tiled floor of the pool.
Hudson then slid his arm from around my torso and turned me in the water. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my chest against his and burying my face against him, terrified he would let go and I’d sink again.
His hands dropped to hold my hips, and I snaked my legs around his waist. I could feel the muscles in his thighs as he waded towards the shallows.
“Easy, I’ve got you,” he said.
Clinging to him like I limpet, I pushed myself further against him, tasting some of the chlorine from his wet skin on my lips. Hudson’s breath hitched against my ear as the junction between my legs pushed against his, “For fucks sake Molly stop rubbing against me or we’ll have even bigger problems to deal with,” he rasped, his voice almost pained.
I gasped, drawing my head back to look him in the face as I felt that tell-tale hard muscle straining against my pelvis. “Oh,” I panted, and he raised an eyebrow. His dick twitched against my lower belly.
“Yes, oh,” he batted back, his breath whistling through his teeth.
I loosened my arms slightly, releasing the pressure of my breasts, which were squashed against Hudson’s chest.
“Let’s stay in a minute to get our breaths back,” he suggested, stopping just shy of the poolside.
My back straightened as one of his hands slid around and dropped to my bottom, giving it a tap whilst instructing me in a firm voice, “Lower your legs. You should be able to stand now.”
Hudson didn’t release me until I got my balance. I was still cocooned against his warm, manly body.
“Are you sure?” I said breathlessly, my nipples were rock hard. And it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve got a student with a suspected sprain. I’ll leave you to take care of Miss Miller, Hudson,” I heard a male voice say from the water beside us. “Miss Miller, stop by my office when you’re dressed.” Pfft, I found it annoying that Hudson wasHudson, yet I wasMiss Miller?
I agreed with a nod, and after one last cagey look between us, he turned away and went back to the two girls waiting for him.
My hair was matted against my cheeks, back, and shoulders as I unwound my legs from Hudson. My skin prickled as I glided down Hudson’s body and found my footing, the hard tile appearing beneath my toes.
Shivering, I glanced toward the biggest of his brothers, treading water to one side of us. He’d pushed the goggles he was wearing up onto his head, and I noticed he had ahugegrin on his face as he prompted, “All OK?”
Hudson stepped away from me and washed a hand down his face. “Yeah. We’re good,” my saviour replied.
“Err, you might want to give it a minute before you leave the pool,” the big guy said with a snigger.
“You think?” Hudson shot back, unimpressed. And then I realised what they were referring to, and heatstungmy cheeks. It tookeverythingI had not to glance down at Hudson’s hard-on, which would be sitting just below the water line.
“You’re as pale as fuck. Take some slow, deep breaths, OK?” His eyes searched my face, concern etched into his features.
