Page 29 of Obsession Within

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I Want To Ask You Something

PARKER

When we reach Athens, Hudson and I are both starving so we head over to The Old Port, a cute restaurant with an Inn that overlooks the Hudson River.

We sit under a tunnel of one of the many willow trees. The leafy vines dance in the wind as we stuff ourselves with as many deliciously salty oysters and crispy calamari as we can while drinking glass after glass of red wine and staring into the distance.

“I love this place,” I finally tell him.

“Me too.” He looks relaxed as he sits back in his chair. His black hair is wild and his eyes are darker in the evening light.

It really feels like a good night and Hudson and I even hold hands like an ordinary couple. Could it be the start of something really amazing and normal? I’m not sure about the normalcy part, but I can certainly hope.

I also can’t stop thinking about the phone call, but I can’t just make any assumptions based on what some woman claims, so I push that to the back of my mind. I know it was her again. She wants me to believe that I’m in danger of becoming a victim. I watch Hudson as he talks about his classes and what he plans on doing after law school. He’s relaxed and almost flawless. But I also notice that there’s something not quite fitting with him. It’s like he’s uncomfortable with himself sometimes, but he’s so good at masking it, that I only see it now.

When we’re done, Hudson excuses himself to book a room for us for the night at the Inn and I can’t help but feel like something is really off with him. I know it’s probably best not to ask him, especially when things seem to be okay between us, so I just leave that niggling thought at the back of my mind.

He returns to the table and we get two drinks—he gets a scotch and mine is a fruity cocktail—before heading towards our room that’s in a little cottage near the river.

“I’m going to fuck you in the river,” he reveals on our walk. “I put a condom on already.”

I glance up at him in surprise to see a wicked look in his dark green eyes and the anticipation travels to my pussy immediately.

The other cottages are bathed in darkness, so we assume that no one else is around and wait till midnight, before heading out to the river.

“It’s so hot out here,” I say, as we walk along the creaky deck together.

The water is inky black and little waves lap against the shore, breathing silently as leaves from the willow trees break away and fall on the deck, joining all the other fallen leaves.

“You’re hot,” Hudson says, pulling his t-shirt over his head, before unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off.

“You’re so cheesy.” My gaze whispers over the toned muscle of his chest and I reach out to caress his neck before running my fingers down his rock-hard abdomen.

He narrows his eyes and reaches out for me, sliding his hot hands around my waist and his long fingers gently graze the skin underneath my camisole. “Oh?” His lips lightly brush against mine.

“Yes.”

Hudson raises the camisole and I lift my arms over my head, allowing him to remove it.

I stay still, holding my breath as he continues to drag his fingers lower until he’s unbuttoning my jeans. I step out of the jeans, before pushing them next to his clothes.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask when he reaches for my bra and unhooks it at the back.

“Mm, what if,” Hudson whispers, leaning his head forward so that he can press a soft kiss on my shoulder. “What if they see us? They can’t do shit.”

I swallow hard as he discards my bra to the floor of the deck and then we both remove our shoes and underwear, before jumping into the river.

The water is deliciously cool against our skin as Hudson and I swim further out. When we’re far enough, he pulls me against him and just our bodies being pressed together turns me on as he palms my breasts.

When his lips find my nipples, I find myself moaning in pleasure as he roughly sucks on each one, his tongue moving in circles and driving me crazy. I moan softly when his teeth close around my left nipple as he continues to suck and nibble.

A gasp escapes my lips as he begins thrusting into me and I wrap my legs around him while the water gently laps against us.

He starts thrusting a little harder and I find myself coming against him as I slip my arms around his neck for support, before he comes seconds later.

“It always feels better than the last time,” I whisper against his neck and I hear him chuckle.

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