Page 173 of Marry Me, Maybe?
He obeyed, grunting into my ear, his chest slick against my back as he pressed me flat and almost fucked me through the floorboards. My hand worked my cock in messy, fast strokes, slick with precum, my whole body bowing tight.
The heat coiled, unbearable, until I snapped, coming with a muffled shout into my fist, my body clenching so hard around him that Matty cursed, his thrusts faltering.
“Hud—” He choked on my name, slamming in deep and staying there as he spilled hot and fast inside me. His body shook with it, his teeth scraping my shoulder as he held me down through the quake of his orgasm.
For a long moment, all we could do was breathe, tangled together, the sound of our gasps filling the tiny room.
Finally, Matty laughed weakly against my neck. “Fuck. That was worth driving in the middle of the night.”
Spent, I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to move. Matty pulled out, and I groaned, clenching my bruised hole.
“Don’t move.”
I tilted my hips, the only help I could offer in my wrecked state. He didn’t disappoint as he spread me open and ran his tongue in soothing strokes between my cheeks.
“Come on, let me have it,” he whispered.
He lapped up every bit of his cum, shoving his tongue as deep as he could in my ass. Only then was he satisfied and kissed my cheeks. He coaxed me off the floor, and we quietly climbed into the bed. I lay half on top of him, my head on his shoulder, and a leg thrown between his. He stroked my hair with one hand, with the other, his fingertips ghosted over my entrance, teasing, playful.
“I have to go soon if we don’t want Rowan to know I was here,” he whispered.
“Hmm, no, don’t go.” I kissed his neck, cupped the side of his face. “I feel much more at ease with you here.”
“How about I wait until you’ve fallen asleep, and then I slip out?”
“That could work.”
“All right, then. The faster you go to sleep, the faster you’ll get to marry me. Does that incentive work?”
I chuckled. “Whether I’m awake or asleep, the time still passes, but yes, it’s worked. Good night, soon-to-be husband.”
“Night, beautiful.”
42
HUDSON
The mirror said it all: suit sharp, tie knotted, hair styled within an inch of its life. I should’ve been a wreck, pacing, sweating, maybe throwing up in the bathroom, but I wasn’t. Not after last night. Not after Matty. I’d slept like a newborn. I didn’t even know when he’d left last night. Or this morning.
“Hudson, you look disgustingly composed for a man about to get married.” Opie strode in with Lawson trailing behind him. Opie had Ms. Cluck tucked under his arm like a bouquet of feathers, the hen blinking around the room as if she owned the place.
Rowan swiveled, eyes widening. “Oh no. Absolutely not. If that bird poops on my Persian rug, Opie, I swear to every saint above, I’ll invoice you for cleaning and make it triple the cost.”
“She’s potty trained,” Opie said smoothly, stroking the hen’s back. “Aren’t you, Ms. Cluck? You’re a lady.”
Rowan pressed a hand to his chest. “A lady? She’s poultry, darling. One clove of garlic and a sprig of rosemary away from being Sunday dinner.”
Ope pulled Ms. Cluck back with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t be barbaric. We don’t eat family.” He turned to me with a grin. “Thanks for letting her participate, Hud, and for all the internet to see how much of a clever hen she is. Means a lot.”
“Let’s just pray she doesn’t see a worm and runs off with the rings,” Rowan’s voice hitched.
“She won’t,” Opie said proudly. “She’s a smart hen, and we’ve been practicing. It’s a great opportunity for her fans to see her in action.”
Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose like he’d aged ten years on the spot. “A hen has more followers than I do on TikTok. The world has gone mad.”
“Don’t worry, Row. I’m sure you’ll be fully booked after the world sees the mastery that is Ms. Cluck. Who knows? Maybe more people will want to book her to perform at other weddings.” He spun around to his husband, who was adjusting his cuffs. “What do you think, Daddy?”
“I think we better get going,” Lawson said, “and not have Matty waiting longer than he has to, like someone made me wait on our wedding day.”
