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“You keep that up and I’m gonna come all over your stomach,” he says against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Hank, I need you inside me.Please.” I’m begging, but I don’t care because I need to feel all of him.
Pushing my hand away, he fists his cock and then runs his swollen tip through my slit. Stopping at the top, he circles my clit, once, twice, three times.
A low moan escapes my lips and I grind up into him.He latches onto my nipple and sucks, then runs his teeth over it. I swear I could come just like this.
The loud ringing of his cell phone from somewhere on the floor echoes through the sounds of our heavy breathing.
“Do you need to get that?”
“I think the fuck not,” Hank rasps out around the dusky pink nipple in his mouth, and I arch into him.
The phone stops ringing for several seconds, and I relax back into the mattress, but it picks right back up again.
Hank drops his forehead to my chest, his voice low and deliciously sexy against my skin. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
“It might be important.” I lift my chin toward the sound, letting him know it's ok to check it.
I know he’s got a lot on his plate, and I never want to be the one to keep him from something that needs his attention. Especially if it's urgent. Even if I was two seconds from having his perfect cock buried inside me.
“Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.” He gives me a sexy smile and points a finger at me as I chuckle. He climbs off the bed and kicks clothes out of the way, trying to locate his phone by sound alone.
He turns around in a circle in the dim room with his arms outstretched and his magnificent cock bobs with the movement. All the while, the phone continues to ring.
“Fucking hell, where is the damn thing?”
“I think it's over by the door.” My laugh fills the cabin as I lift my head and look around, pulling the sheets over me.
He bends and finds it under the jacket we discarded by the door just as it stops ringing. But as quickly as it stops, it starts right back up again. Hank checks the readout and flips it open, accepting the call.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
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“Someone better be dead, Hudson,”I say, glancing at Wren, who looks hot as fuck wrapped in my sheets. She’s all tangled hair and flushed skin, and a sly smile parts her perfect lips.
“Well, I was going to ask if Wren is with you, but I guess I don't need to.”
“Yeah, she’s here.”
Wren stifles a laugh, unwinds herself from the sheets, and pulls herself from the bed, padding nude across the floor to stand in front of me. I reach out and run a hand over her chest, tweaking a perfect pink nipple. Her fingers trail along my collarbone and make a long, slow descent down my chest. They move lower, past my belly button.
“Figured,” Hudson says in a hearty chuckle.
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Hudson, do you actually need something or are you calling just to piss me off?”
Wren’s fingers are just shy of the base of my cock when he says, “There’s some guy out at Wren's place. I noticed a car in the driveway on my way home.”
I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my lips to kiss the pads of her fingers. I press her palm against my chest as my brows come together. Her eyes snap to mine, concern etching her face.
She mouths,Everything ok?
I jerk my shoulder up.
“Did you stop? See who it was?”
“Of course, I did. I ran Paige back to the house first, got her settled with Mom. I figured that if he was still hanging around when I came back around, I’d stop. Guy’s a real prick, too. Finn tried calling Wren, but she didn’t pick up. I figured she must still be with you, so?—”
