Page 160 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

She stares at us and Hudson flushes as I glower at her.

“Fucking hell! Ever heard of knocking?” My voice is a deadly whisper and she just smirks evilly at me making me want to swing for her. Hudson shifts on my lap and I glance up at him seeing an apologetic look cross his face as he stares down at me with pupils blown and flushed cheeks. His lips are swollen and puffy and only Vikki clearing her throat stops me capturing his lips again.

“Vikki, fuck off.” I tell her as our gazes hold and she titters out a laugh before moving closer to us both.

“Nope. Now get up. You’re both needed for a photoshoot in ten minutes.”

Her eyes wander between us, and I watch her gaze soften as she meets Hudson’ dark glare. His his curls are sticking to his forehead and he’s biting his lip as he stares down at me like he’d like to devour me. He looks freshly fucked and I want her to fuck off so I can taste his cock and then ride him.

My dick twitches at the thought and Hudson meets my eyes, shaking his head forlornly as he starts to move away from me.

“Hudson, get a move on. You might wanna cover up. I’m not sure the red welts on your back will be a good look on camera.”

“Fuck off, Vikki.” His words come out in a hoarse whisper and his voice sounds like sex, washing all over me and keeping my dick from softening. I need relief but he doesn’t meet my eyes as he stands and crosses the room to his case, pulling out clothes and tugging on a tight black silk shirt that moves like water as he moves.

“Huds?” I begin but he shoves his feet into his sneakers, walks over and presses a soft kiss to my forehead and leaves the room with Vikki trailing after him without a word.

I grab my pillow and haul it to my face, burying my face in the fabric as I scream fuck into it over and over again until my throat begins to sting. My cock is still semi hard and I’m about to tug one off when Greg comes into the room.

“Get the fuck outta bed, dickhead. Cam’s busting a nut cause you’re due at the photographer in like ten minutes and you look like you’ve just been fucked.”

“If only!”

Greg huffs out a laugh as I dramatically throw the covers off and stomp over to my suitcase, rifling through it until I find something to wear. I take off to the trailer for a quick shower, hoping in when the water is still ice cold and quickly washing my frustration and lust away.

During the photoshoot I can’t stop watching Hudson smile and laugh with Vikki while ignoring me completely. The ease of their interactions, how friendly and flirty they are and how he completely blanks me makes something twist uncomfortably inside of me. I can’t go back to the place we were in before, where he ignores me in public and is all over me in private.

My heart sinks as I think back to how that felt, being at the same parties but having to watch from afar as my boy is hit on by both males and females alike. Even in our inner circle people would still hit on him if we were more than five feet apart and it killed me every time.

“Mate you okay?” Greg asks as I stand staring off into the distance. He hands me a bottle of water and I take a sip, shrugging my shoulders.

“I dunno. I want it to be different this time around but…”

My eyes scan for Hudson and he’s talking to Gemma, one of our co-stars in the movie. His back is to me and again it feels like a kick in the gut.

“Hudson and Landon, you’re up.”

We both step into the frame and I can’t look at him. I’m upset, tired and likely to snap if he pushes me, so we don’t speak at all. He keeps trying to catch my eye and I avoid eye contact like the plague. My gaze is focused on the horizon and Jaques, the photographer, is delighted.

My moody expression and Hudson’s longing looks convey the story of the love between the characters perfectly and if you didn’t know better, you’d be forgiven for thinking we were acting.

As soon as we’re moved positions, I know that my avoiding Hudson’s gaze is over but when I meet his eyes I can see his fear, the apprehension in his gaze and how hurt he looks. It kills me inside that I did that to him, but I can’t make myself feel too bad because he was the one ignoring me. He left me in bed without a word and hasn’t spoken to me since.

“Darlin’, what’s wrong?” He asks me softly. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper as he watches me warily.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” My voice breaks betraying me and I roll my eyes as he steps closer, hand closing over my arm. His touch settles something inside me but doesn’t eradicate the hurt I feel at him just going back to how things were before.

“Don’t do that. I know something’s bothering you. Talk to me.”

I shake my head as my eyes start to burn with unshed tears and he leans closer, brushing the shell of my ear with his lips.

“Please don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s wrong?”

I shiver as he presses a soft kiss on my neck, just below my ear and Jaques comes over, moving us position again. This time we’re standing back to back and I can hear Hudson’s ragged breaths as I stand facing the opposite way. My fingers itch from the need to comfort him and I start to shift my hand when his fingers close around my hand tightly. The touch is hidden from the rest of those around us but he squeezes my hand I sigh, lifting my head up as I try not to cry and staring up at the dusky sky above us.

A tear breaks free from my eyes at the thought of him being too scared to actually be seen touching me and then it’s my breathing that becomes ragged. As soon as Jaques calls time I rip my hand free and rush back to the hut, collapsing against the wall as I try to push the pain back down.

Sobs tear free from my throat as my legs give out and before I know it, I’m sitting on my knees on the floor breaking apart from the remembered pain. I never told him how hard it was on me or how much I struggled with him not even wanting some of his own friends to know we were together.

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