Page 41 of Worth the Risk

“No, I don’t.” Hudson’s tone is so matter-of-fact, and his eyes pierce me as the sunset casts an orange hue over his face. “The thing is, it’ll be dark the moment that sun disappears over the pines, but I’m not going to wait. You were a good girl and came prepared by wearing a skirt to cover where I put my fingers, and I have every intention of making you come because I’ve smelled your arousal all afternoon.”

His fingers inch closer to the line of my panties and I feel my breath catch. My nipples turn rock hard, and my clit swells from a desperate need for him to touch me.

“That’s some statement there, Coach.”

He growls into my neck and uses his teeth to grab hold of some skin in a playful manner. “I haven’t heard you call me that yet, but I’m in favor of it.”

I instantly reach my hand down to touch the bulge in his pants. “Let’s go inside so I can taste you.”

He tsks me just as his fingers curl around the fabric of my panties and pull them to the side. “I said here, Piper. Trust me, nobody will know, and later you can ride me, with your beautiful tits bouncing… Nah, scratch that, I want to see your latest creation.”

My laugh turns to a hitched surprised whimper, and my head falls back because he’s running his long finger along my pussy then circling my clit.

“Soaking wet.” His finger enters me, and he pumps his hand. “I have every intention to lick you later, preferably while you sit on my face, lean over, and suck my cock, but we don’t need to get into logistics now.”

There it is. Hudson’s ability to sound serious but always bring humor to the moment makes me smile.

“Whatever you say, Coach.” My voice is breathy because another finger is inside of me, and his thumb gives attention to my little bud.

My body moves with his fingers, finding a rhythm, and I look down to see his hand moving under my skirt, and I part my thighs wider.

I moan as he picks up the pace, and I’m not sure if it’s Hudson or the thrill of anyone being able to see this, but I feel that I’m on a cusp of an orgasm already.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you let go.”

Our eyes are fixed as his hand and fingers work their magic.

“Take me,” I insist, and it surprises even me. But I’m about to burst because I feel my inhibitions letting go and my trust is literally in Hudson’s hands. “Slide into me from behind.” It’ll look like we’re cuddling.

He chuckles softly under his breath. “Impatient.”

“I’m serious,” I wail a plea, and I reach for the button of his pants. “I’ve been waiting for you all week too.”

Hudson ignores my request and focuses on making me come. “You are something magnificent, and don’t you worry, I plan on living inside of you tonight. But right now, come so we can enjoy this sunset.”

I can’t answer as I begin to unravel around his fingers, my entire body’s senses heightened.

And when I finally succumb from my orgasm and his fingers leave me, he lifts my skirt slightly and tilts his head down to inspect. That smirk forms with pride before he covers me again and straightens my skirt.

While I recover my breath, I watch him taste his fingers, and I nearly pant again. Then when he gives me a bruising kiss, concern hits me that maybe we are more passionate than anything.

That thought scares me, because you can’t build a relationship on passion alone.

But then he tenderly kisses me, with his palm cupping my face.

“See? Your name suits you. What I like about you Piper is that even if you hesitate, you are brave enough to try things. You just need the reminder that you are willing to try, and I mean with everything in life. Me, your work, me again, and if you want to attempt to cook dinner then I wouldn’t say no.”

I laugh, so ridiculously happy. “I think I’m only more willing to try things when I’m around you.”

“That’s called trust, and I’ll be damned, but you also bring out a trusting side of me too. Now before you overthink it, lie with me and let’s look at that damn sky.”

The feeling of his arms wrapping around me erases any doubts.

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“Didthey seriously put a jellybean in your coffee instead of sugar?” I ask in awe as Hudson and I walk out of Jolly Joe’s.

“Yep.” Hudson proudly takes a sip of coffee.

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