Page 78 of Caged

“There’s probably press everywhere, Maddie.” My gut tightens at the thought of them invading my space and getting near her.

Her thumb runs gently over the small cut on my cheek. “Then I guess you better stay here... with me.” She lowers back down and takes both my hands in hers, placing a kiss to each open palm. “I have no idea what you’re going through, Hudson. I can’t even begin to fathom it. But I’m not going to let you go through it alone.”

She tugs on my wrist, trying to get me to move with her. “Everyone is gone.”

So fucking pure.

When I don’t move, a silent fury burns in her eyes. “Don’t you dare, Hudson Kingston. I’m not some delicate flower that’s going to wilt when things get tough. Now, come with me.”

I grab my shirt from the floor and follow her up the stairs, having no energy left to fight.

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I’m not ready to figure it out now.

* * *

Maddie

I tug Hudson up the stairs behind me, careful not to touch his hands. Then I push him into my en suite bathroom and turn on the shower. But before I get him in there, I force him down on the closed toilet and grab my first aid kit from under the sink.

“I’m fine, Mads,” Hudson mumbles as I take his hands.

That might be what this man wants to believe, but the hiss that escapes when I pour the alcohol over the raw pads of his palms tells me something completely different. Once they’re cleaned, I pull him to his feet and shove his jeans down, then do the same with his boxers and socks before I push him into the shower and follow behind him a minute later.

Hudson doesn’t say anything.

Not a single word.

But he doesn’t push me away.

I run my loofah over his arms and chest. Down his abs and over his back. It’s not supposed to be sexual, but it’s impossible to miss how his cock grows hard and heavy between his legs when I gently rub his piercings.

“Maddie.” My name is a quiet, strangled cry from his lips. “I don’t feel anything. I’m numb. I killed a man. What kind of monster am I?”

I curl my arms around his shoulders and kiss him with every ounce of pain and fear I’ve been holding on to today. Knowing what he needs. “Feel me, Hudson. I’m here. I’m with you, and you are not a monster.”

I deepen the kiss with a desperation. It’s furious. It’s rough and messy. Our tongues collide as the world around us disappears, leaving just the two of us.

Hudson boosts me up and leans me against the cool tile wall. Hot water sprays down on us as I wrap my legs around his waist and lower myself onto his thick cock.

He tries going slow, no doubt worried about hurting me, but I dig my heels into his backside, knowing soft and slow isn’t what he needs now. Then I roll my hips over the hard length of him.

A guttural groan rips from his chest, and he holds himself still. “I can’t, Maddie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The hot water pounds down on my face when we kiss again. “You can, Hudson. Take what you need. Please. Let me help you. Let me in,” I beg.

This man holds me like I weigh nothing in his arms.

As if he hadn’t spent the last three hours in the gym after the worst day of his life.

His hold tightens around me as he shifts in slowly, then pulls out again.

“Fuck me, Hudson,” I whisper into his ear.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His dark pupils are blown wide with need. He’s on the verge of snapping, and I whimper.

“I need you too, Hud. Show me you’re here with me. That you’re all right. Please.”

Quickly, Hud lifts me higher against the wall of the shower, then pistons his hips, pounding almost violently into me.

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