Web of betrayal, p.11
Web of Betrayal, page 11
I whimper in his arms, clutching his cock that’s in my body.
I rock on him, and he moves his one hand to my hip, setting the speed of our thrusts.
Flutters sear through my stomach, and I circle up and down on him.
“Keep doing that, Lena,” his gravelly voice instructs me. “Yeah...just like that. Now tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I love your big, hard cock in me,” I moan, taking more of him in.
“Let me make it better,” he growls and makes me climax again with his fingers.
“Hudson,” I cry out, shuddering.
His mouth traces the top of my shoulder, the curve of my neck, and right behind my ear. The warmth of his breath tingles against my skin.
A loud gust of wind blows, but I only feel Hudson’s body behind and around mine.
He thrusts up, pushing his cock in me further, hitting places only he can reach, and creating an entirely new feeling of pleasure throughout me.
I reach for the sides of his thighs, burying my fingers into them. “Yes...oh yes...Hudson...oh God.”
He sucks on my neck, groaning, and pinching my pebbled, hardened nipples.
“Hudson,” I cry out. A hurricane whips through me and the walls of my sex spasm on him, as he swells and pumps hard in me.
He collapses against me, holding me tight, breathing hard like I am.
I turn my head, and he brings his lips to mine, swirling his tongue in my mouth, urgent and needy.
I spin and pull him down on the sun bed so he’s on top, craving the weight of him on me. I cup his cheeks. “You’re a beautiful man.”
He freezes.
“You are. In every way possible. I just want you to know.”
He blinks hard and returns to kissing me. We roll around in the sun bed all night. Eventually, we fall asleep, and I wake up the next morning in his arms with the afghan over us, the sound of the waves crashing, and the sun rising.
16
Hudson
* * *
“Take your underwear off before we go.”
Her eyes widen. “Take my underwear off?”
The blood flows quicker through my veins. “Yes. Take them off and give them to me.”
She slides her hands under her pink dress and shimmies out of them before placing them in my hand.
Once again, I’m like Pavlov’s dog, salivating. I sniff the sweet smell of her sex. “They’re damp.”
She takes a shaky breath. “Yes.”
How is she into this?
She seems innocent like she would want some vanilla guy.
But she doesn’t. She wants you.
I stuff them in my cargo shorts pocket and tell my dick to settle down. “Why are you wet right now?”
Lena’s eyes blaze. “I’m always wet around you.”
Fuuuuuck.
“Let’s go,” I growl and put my hand on her lower back and guide her out to the truck and open her door. When she gets in, I hit the button to open the garage door. Then I point to the side of the seat where I’m standing and command, “Swing your legs over here.”
She pulls at her silky brown hair but does what I tell her to.
“Put your hands here and don’t let go.” I position them so she’s grasping the corner of the roof.
I trail my fingers down her arms then chest and torso. I stop at her sex. “What should we do about how wet you are?”
Her chest rises and falls faster.
Both my hands slide down her smooth thighs, and she shudders. I inch them up beneath her dress then fist the material and reposition it so I can see all of her. My digits trace over her thin landing strip then make a V around her slit, moving on top of her hole before sliding two in her then three.
Her mouth forms an O when I push into her, and she whimpers.
“What about your clit? Hmmm?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes, what?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Touch me, please.”
I dip in and out of her and repeatedly pinch her clit with my other hand.
Her face flushes, her hips rise off the seat. Gripping the roof of the truck, her knuckles become white. “Hudson,” she cries out.
I lean in and devour her mouth, gliding my tongue past her lips while flicking, pinching, and rubbing her nub.
She’s gasping for air, bucking into my hand, and pellets of sweat break out on her skin.
Hedonist sounds are muffled by my kisses, and her insides spasm. She unravels, spiraling in her high, screaming so loud the neighbors might hear.
My dick throbs against my zipper.
She’s the sexiest creature alive.
“Do you know how much you turn me on?” I growl at her.
“No,” she cries out, panting as I continue to manipulate her body.
“My cock is dying to be inside you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” I demand, unzipping my pants and pulling my dripping erection out and grabbing a condom out of my glove compartment.
Her dexterous digits push against my vein. “Fuck me with your big cock. Hard.”
Jesus, this girl is perfect.
“Hands back on the roof,” I bark out.
She clutches the corner of the roof again.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I instruct and slide my palms under her ass and thrust in her.
“Oh God,” she cries out.
I move her quickly on me, pounding into her and sucking on the curve of her neck.
“Hudson!”
“You’re mine,” I claim.
“Yes, yours. Only yours.”
She’s like a caged animal, whimpering, moaning, and screaming obscenities along with my name.
It doesn’t take her long to come undone, and, as soon as she shatters, I release into her, stretching her wider and holding her tighter.
In our aftermath, we fight for air. Our chests beat against the other, and she’s still gripping the top of the truck.
I reach for her arms, circle them around my neck, and rub them.
She leans forward and kisses me as if I’m her everything. And she’s the first woman since Kate cheated on me, who makes me feel wanted. But it’s also different.
With Kate, it was her always reminding me she was accepting me and what I wanted. She would play mind games and screw with my head and sometimes make me feel ashamed of my needs.
With Lena, I feel understood and not judged. And there is no shame. She seems to want me how I am and encourages me to be myself.
“Are we still going grocery shopping?” she mumbles between kisses.
I stick my digits in my mouth and suck her residual orgasm. “Yeah. And I’m going to think about bending you over the cart or taking you against the cereal aisle.”
She giggles. “I think we might get arrested.”
I grunt, swing her legs inside the truck, and peck her. I shut the door and get in the driver’s side.
When I pull out of the garage, Mrs. Henderson is tending to her garden. I wave, and she shakes her head before turning back to the plants.
“Do you think she heard us?” Lena asks.
“Probably,” I say, not caring. “Don’t worry about her.”
“Do you think she heard us last night?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
Lena tilts her head. “You really don’t care?”
“Nope. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
She puts her head against the back of the seat.
“What?” I ask her.
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
I do the happy dance in my head. “Good. Me, too.”
“Really?” Her brow furrows.
“Yes. Why do you sound surprised?”
She shrugs. “You’ve dated a lot of perfect women. Kate is one of them.”
I detour down a side street and veer off on the side of the road then turn to her. “Don’t compare yourself to anyone else, especially Kate.”
“But—”
“No. Don’t do it. I’m not with Kate because she isn’t the right person for me. And she isn’t perfect, but no one is. I’m not, either. You shouldn’t think you need to be perfect.”
She takes a deep breath. “But I know I’m not even in the same league.”
I cup her cheek. “That’s right. You’re in a totally different league, and it’s way better than any other woman I’ve ever been with, so stop doubting how special you are.”
She turns toward the window.
“Lena,” I growl.
She turns back, tears in her eyes. “I wish I had something of value to offer you.”
My gut flips.
How can she say this?
“You already did. You gave me your friendship and yourself.”
“That isn’t valuable.”
“It’s more valuable than anything money could buy.”
She picks at the hem of her dress.
“You don’t think my friendship is worth anything?” I quietly ask her.
She furrows her eyebrows. “Of course it is. It means everything to me.”
“I told you that you could have all of me. Is that not valuable to you?”
She sighs. “I want to be equals, so this can be real.”
The hairs on my arm stand up. “You don’t think this is real?”
She wipes her eyes. “I want it to be—more than anything. But relationships are about two people being equals, and both being able to contribute. I’m not able to right now.”
Blood boils in me.
Stay calm, Hudson.
“Did Kate put this bullshit in your head?”
She avoids my eyes.
“Look at me,” I bark at her.
“Don’t get mad,” she quietly says.
I soften my voice. “I’m sorry I yelled. There is nothing unequal about us. We both contribute in different ways. We give the other person what they need. It’s that simple.”
“Hudson, I have no money. You pay for everything.”
“Yeah. I’m your man. What’s the big deal?”
She tugs at her hair.
“I thought we went through this last night?”
Her head oscillates in tiny movements. “It’s not enough. I need to contribute more.”
“No, you don’t. I make plenty of money and can buy whatever we want. More money isn’t what I need.”
“What do you need?” she quietly asks.
I swallow hard. “You. I need you to be exactly who you are and not question my feelings or what I want from you. And I need you to stop thinking your worth is attached to money, or a job, or education, or anything else besides the woman you are.”
She twists her hair around her finger tighter.
“Lena, if you want a career, then I’ll support you. If you want to not work, then I’ll be fine with it. If you want to try a thousand different things, then you won’t hear anything except, ‘how can I help?’”
“How can you be okay with that?”
I scrub my hands over my face. “Why don’t you understand this?”
“It doesn’t seem fair to me.”
For a few moments, I say nothing, trying to figure out how to get it through to her. I finally say, “There isn’t anything I need or want I can’t get for myself, except one thing, and that’s you. I want to share what I have with you. The only thing that matters to me is that you’re happy. You could bring home millions of dollars, and it isn’t going to change my life. I wouldn’t care about the money. It wouldn’t impact me. You impact me—in a way no one else can. Does that make sense?”
Another tear falls down her cheek. “Okay.”
I kiss her then say, “Tell me you know this is real and aren’t going to doubt it.”
She locks her hands behind my head and kisses me deeper.
“Tell me you believe in us,” I murmur to her.
“I believe in us,” she whispers.
“Good. This is real, and the only way it’s ending is if you get sick of me.”
“That isn’t possible,” she claims.
I kiss her some more.
If only that were the truth. My previous relationships all tell me it’s possible she will get tired of me, and I won’t be enough. So instead of responding to her, I put everything I have into kissing her, knowing if this doesn’t last, it’s going to hurt the worst.
17
Lena
* * *
“Hey,” Hudson quietly says then kisses my lips.
I stir, opening my eyes. “Morning. What time is it?”
“It’s only five thirty.”
I wrap my arms around him. “You’re dressed for work.”
“After we get done with the house on the bay, I’ve gotta start the work on Javier and Gabriella’s place.”
“You’re going to be really late, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I bring you dinner?”
“Sure. Want me to pick you up?”
“No. It’s supposed to be nice out all day. I can take the golf cart. Does the stove work in the house, or did you disconnect it?”
“No, it’s still connected.”
“Okay.” I caress the side of his head. “Can I help with anything when I come?”
“You want to bust up some walls?”
“Can I?”
“You sure can. But wear tennis shoes. Flip-flops won’t be safe.”
“All right.”
He leans down and kisses me again. “I’ll text you when I know what time I’ll be at their house.”
“Okay.”
He’s about to say something but stops.
“What’s wrong?”
“Kate is going to be back today.”
My stomach flips.
“She isn’t going to like that we’re together,” I blurt out.
“I know. Don’t tell her. We can tell her together so you don’t have to deal with her backlash all on your own.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. So I’ll see you at the new house tonight?”
“Yeah.”
He kisses me one last time and leaves.
I don’t fall back asleep, so I get up, make the bed, and throw on clothes to stroll the beach. It’s another beautiful morning.
After several miles, I turn around and head back to Hudson’s. When I get there, Kate is sitting on the deck.
“Morning,” I say to her.
“Morning. Good weekend?” She smirks at me like she knows something.
I shrug, trying to stay nonchalant. “Sure. You?”
“It was good. I’m sure not as good as yours though.”
What does that mean?
I ignore the comment, not wanting to find out. “What time do you want to meet today?”
“It’s nice. Why don’t we enjoy the day and meet later tonight?”
Later tonight? We never meet at night.
“Sorry. I have plans tonight. Let’s stick with during the day.”
She raises her eyebrow at me. “Taking dinner to Hudson?”
How does she know that?
She snorts. “You’re so predictable.”
“I’m going to go shower.” I open the door to the house and step inside.
“Come back out when you’re done, and we’ll have a session,” she calls out.
“Okay.”
Jeez, I can’t stand her.
This is why you need a job. Then you could hire another therapist.
Work through all your shit so she can move out, and you don’t have to deal with her anymore.
I quickly shower, change, and fill a cup of coffee. Kate is still on the deck, so I join her outside.
The fake expression I can’t stand grows on her face. It’s like she thinks I’m dumb enough to believe she’s my friend or something. “So, tell me what you did all weekend.”
“Nothing exciting. What did you do?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I think you’re leaving out some big details,” she says.
How does she know?
I shift on my seat.
“I thought we discussed the dangers of setting yourself up for failure.”
Goose bumps break out on my skin. I focus on my coffee cup.
“Remember our conversation about not getting into similar relationships like what you got into with the Twisted Hearts?”
I didn’t get into a relationship with the Twisted Hearts. I was declared and kidnapped.
“I haven’t.”
She tilts her head at me. “But haven’t you?”
I glare at her.
“Hudson isn’t your equal.”
How does she know?
“I’m glad you don’t deny it.” She shoots her fake smile at me again.
Heat crawls up my neck.
“Did he tell you that you’re light, and your lack of bringing anything into the relationship didn’t matter?”
My heart races, and I focus on the waves.
How does she know this?
“Hudson is so predictable,” she annoyingly says.
“You need to change the subject,” I tell her.
She scrunches her face. “No. This is exactly what we need to be discussing. You’ve gone and gotten into an unhealthy relationship mirroring the one you had with the Twisted Hearts.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“No?” She raises her eyebrows. “You have someone else in charge of the roof over your head, and you’re now having sex with them. You weren’t on an equal playing field with the Twisted Hearts, and you aren’t with Hudson. How is this helping you, Lena?”
Is she right?
No, she’s just jealous.
What if she’s right?
How does she know we’re having sex?
“Don’t ever compare Hudson to the Twisted Hearts,” I say in defense of my relationship with him.
“My job as your therapist is to uncover the truth and help you recover. I thought you wanted to recover?”
“I do,” I quietly say.
“Then take responsibility for your mistake and move forward.”
Mistake?
“Move forward?”
“Yes. Stop this harmful behavior. It’s not a relationship of equals.”
She expects me to break up with Hudson?
My heart pounds hard against my chest. “I’m not breaking up with Hudson.”
