Page 25 of Don't Make Me Fall
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
I tug on the string at his waist, and his sweatpants begin to fall. The waistband snags on his fully hard cock, and I eagerly assist. I’m tempted to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. But before I can execute my plan, he spins me around and spreads my legs.
He’s rough, just the way I like it.
I grip the counter as he pummels into me. Each hard thrust lifts me to the tip of my toes.
He reaches around to my clit, fingering it without mercy.
A second orgasm hits me so suddenly I nearly go blind.
I cry out his name as I come apart again.
He was absolutely right last night in the hallway. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me come since we started this sex-a-thon.
My knuckles turn white as my grip on the edge of the kitchen counter tightens. He rails into my pussy over and over, until finally, he stills. I feel his release, and I sigh. Not because I’m relieved this round is over, but because Hudson coming inside me feels likehome. It’s a content sort of sigh.
Yeah, I’m totally in love with him.
“Did I get the job?” I joke as I collect his T-shirt from the floor and pull it back on over my head. My coffee’s cooled, but it’s still warm enough to enjoy.
“You’re really going to stay?” His question is understandably cautious.
“Not exactly,” I correct him. “I’m getting on a plane tomorrow?—”
And then it hits me.
Erin.
Fuck.
My best friend just called off her wedding. She needs me. God knows I can’t just abandon her after her entire world imploded. Even for love. It would be impossible to support herthe way she needs if I uprooted my life and moved away. The timing is complete shit.
Maybe it’s a sign.
A sign that I’m being impulsive and too willing to give up my life for a man.
Hudson runs a hand through his hair, his eyes growing distant. For the first time, the silence between us feels strained.
“Maybe I could come back in the spring?” I suggest.
“This isn’t going to work, is it?” he asks, his voice cold but also sad.
“It could?—”
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” Hudson says, letting out a heavy sigh. One that sounds of finality.
“Doing what?”
“This back and forth. It’s like fucking whiplash.”
“I—”
“Can we just agree on one thing?” Hudson asks, sounding more serious than I’ve ever heard him.
“What?”
“Reid doesn’t need to know about this. Not if it’s nothing.”
