Accidental Abduction (Masked Men of Sage Springs #1)

Chapter Seventeen

Hudson

“Please stop cursing, Charley,” I begged, my face shifting to the side, our noses brushing against each other.

“Why? Does it make you hard when I say fucking ?“ she teased, her voice barely a whisper.

She had no idea. My head had been a chaotic mess since she told me that she knew how to fuck while she was leaning across my desk yesterday. It had unlocked a hidden part of myself that I hadn’t realized was there. A part that saw her as more than just my little sister’s best friend.

My fingers twitched and I had to force myself not to press harder. She had no idea how much I was struggling with my attraction to her. Now that the box had been opened...

“Give me a break here, Char.”

She had the audacity to giggle, and I had to tamp down the physical urge I had to haul her into my lap and do naughty, depraved things to her now that I knew how much she liked it.

We needed to talk. And there would be no talking if she stayed this close to me for much longer.

“Are you really mad, Hud?” The corner of my mouth quirked with her the abbreviated version of my name that she knew I hated. “You going to spank me?”

All the blood in the rest of my body rushed to my unruly cock, and I dug my fingers into the sides of her neck. My primal, horny inner demon clawed its way out of the recesses of my mind where I’d shoved him last night when I wrapped my arms around her soft, naked body before we drifted off into the most peaceful sleep I’d had in years.

“Actually yes,” I growled. “Get over here.”

That damn giggle returned, and she leaned forward, our lips centimeters from brushing together. She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue sweeping across mine.

Loosening my grip on her neck, I leaned in, expecting my lips to finally capture hers. But that wasn’t what happened.

She ducked, sliding off the couch and crawling across the rug before she pushed to her feet.

“You have to catch me first.”

A rumbling groan built in my chest. This girl wanted me to chase her with the biggest hard on of my life, when seconds ago I thought we were finally going to kiss.

A kiss that I never expected to want so much, but I now fiercely craved.

I wanted to tug on her pouty lower lip with my teeth, bruise her lips, pin her to a wall and devour her mouth…

“Shit.” When my eyes refocused, she was gone. But from my hunt for her last night in a cabin I’d spent half my life in, I knew there were only so many places to hide. Taking a minute to calm myself down, I breathed in through my nose, slowly letting it out of my mouth. This little temptress was going to give me high blood pressure at thirty years old.

Charley was barefoot, wearing only my T-shirt and a pair of tiny athletic shorts. Surely, she wasn’t crazy enough to run out into the snow, but when I heard the back door slam, my eyes widened. I ran down the hallway, cursing when I saw a pair of boots missing and a sizable pile of snow on the rug that led from the hallway into the mudroom to the open back door. When I was close enough to see past the doorway, I noticed deep indentations tracked through the snow outside the door, leading around the corner of the house.

“You’re going to fucking freeze out there!” I yelled, yanking my coat off the hook and zipping it up so it covered my bare chest. I shoved my feet into a pair of boots and took off after her .

“Then I guess you better catch me!” she yelled back, but she didn’t sound that far away as I stepped out into the snow.

“You’re fucking crazy, Charley!”

Her devious giggles were the only thing I could hear as I made my way through the foot of snow, turning the corner in just enough time to see her slip around the next corner of the house, her blonde hair at least covered by one of my knit hats. An oversized black coat drowned her slight form. My coat.

At least she wasn’t totally reckless because I really would be punishing her for running out into the snow with barely anything covering her. If she gave herself frostbite, I couldn’t continue doing all the nasty things I wanted to do to her.

When I turned the corner to follow her tracks heading back toward the front porch, I didn’t have time to react before a handful of wet snow was flung into my face.

“You’re in fucking trouble now,” I growled, picking up the pace in enough time to grab her around the waist as she stepped onto the concrete front step.

“I hope so!” she laughed, thrashing in the tight hold I had on her.

“You’re gonna hit me in the damn junk,” I groaned as she landed a kick with her snow boots to my shin. Maybe it was payback for how rough I was on her last night, and she wanted to leave some more marks of her own.

She stopped struggling, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Well, we don’t want that. I have plans.”

I couldn’t hold in the laugh, depositing her back onto the ground and spinning her around to face me. She jumped and I grasped the back of her thighs while she wrapped her bare legs around my waist.

“It’s gonna be fucking frozen at this rate.”

She cupped my cheek as I backed her up against the wooden front door, pressing her against it, a sick thrill running through me as her eyes widened when she realized how cold it was. “Then maybe we need to do something to warm it up.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? ”

“I am a bit partial to the idea, yeah. But I didn’t get a very good look at it in the dark last night. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed to get a better look. Might not be as impressive as I thought it was.”

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed her harder against the door, my chest rumbling. “Didn’t stop it from choking you last night or keep you from coming all over it once I finally got inside that tight, wet, bare pussy.”

Her eyes widened, a grin pulling at her lips. “You’re filthier than I thought you’d be.”

“I could say the same.”

“You thought about me?” she asked, suddenly looking vulnerable.

Deciding to be honest with her—be honest with myself. “Every fucking time I heard your headboard thump against the wall when I was trying to concentrate on payroll or supply orders. I wanted to be the one making you moan like that. Even if it wasn’t right.”

“Nothing’s stopping you now,” she whispered, leaning in closer.

Our foggy breath mingled in the space between us, her gaze softer than I expected. She was right. There wasn’t any reason we couldn’t have this. At this moment. Right now. We could embrace this insane, probably incendiary, attraction and just let this weekend play out naturally.

“I don’t want you to regret this once you aren’t trapped here with me.”

“Hudson,” she murmured, leaning forward until her lips brushed mine. “I could never regret you. Even if this all blows up in my face.”

“I thought you liked that part,” I teased, barely brushing my lips across hers in the whisper of a kiss.

“I do. So much…”

I couldn’t tell you which one of us closed the distance first, but soon we were both gasping against each other’s lips in between ravenous kisses. Her teeth tugged on my lip in a way that had my cock throbbing inside my flimsy pajama pants despite the frigid temperatures .

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” she asked, panting as I trailed biting kisses down her neck.

“Because I’m a fucking dumbass,” I growled, stepping back and hurriedly punching the code into the door lock. It was a harsh reality that I’d wasted so much time with the wrong woman, but I wasn’t wasting any more.

She yanked down the zipper on my coat, scraping her nails down my chest as I stepped inside, slamming the door and pinning her against the back of it.

“Naked,” she groaned as I sucked on her collarbone, leaving another faint mark on her delicate skin beneath the one I’d left last night while I’d been inside her. “I want you naked.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, leaning away from her to pull down the zipper on the old coat of mine that covered her. We both peeled it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground with the one I’d been wearing at our feet.

She gasped as my cold fingers crept underneath the T-shirt, pushing it up. Her tits looked even better when I could actually see them, and I hadn’t been kidding when I told her I wanted to fuck them. But right now, I wanted to fuck her more.

Diving in once the shirt had been thrown somewhere behind me, I nipped and sucked at her skin. Her fingers pulled my hair, and I groaned as she alternated between trying to pull it out at the roots and using the leverage to shove my face into her chest.

“Quit fucking testing me,” I growled, pulling her hand away from me and pressing it against the door above her head while I balanced her weight with my other arm.

“But it’s so much fun… Hud . And why are you allowed to curse and I’m not? I’m not a child, as you’ve clearly noticed. I can use bad words too.”

Oh, now she wanted to talk about this. She was the one who’d gotten me all riled up by making me chase her around the house in the cold fucking snow. And now she wanted to talk.

“This is all some colossal joke to you, isn’t it? ”

She tried to hold in a giggle but failed, and I growled, making her eyes light up.

“You are driving me literally fucking insane. Do you want me to fuck you right now or do you want to talk about why it makes me want to spank you every time I hear a curse word come out of those pouty fucking lips?”

She bit down on the corner of her lip, shrugging. I literally had her pinned to the front door with her amazing fucking tits in my face and she wasn’t letting me enjoy my time with them. Now that I could see them in the light of day, I wanted to dive in and never come up for air.

“You really want me to spank you again, don’t you?”

She nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. The little devil knew that by delaying my gratification she’d be riling me up. Making me desperate for her.

“Took you that long to figure it out, Daddy ?”

Her breathy whisper should not have made me even harder, but she was not calling me that. I felt guilty enough that I was taking advantage of someone who was five and a half years younger than me. I’d rather she be screaming out my real name.

“Don’t call me that. The only name coming out of your mouth better fucking be mine.”

She shook her head, rocking her hips forward in a way that made my eyes cross. All that was keeping me from ramming into her was a pair of flimsy shorts and a thin layer of flannel.

“Why do you keep making things so hard?”

“Hmm,” she hummed, rocking against me again. “Feels pretty hard right now.”

“Charley.” I growled. Knowing that what I was about to do was reckless. “Stop me if you don’t want this. One word and I stop.”

She nodded, so I continued.

“Are you on birth control?” Her eyes widened, but I knew it wasn’t because she was scared when a wicked grin pulled at her kiss swollen lips.

“Yes. ”

One quiet whisper was all it took for my control to snap, and I crushed my lips to hers as I yanked at my pajama pants, freeing my weeping cock.

She moaned as I pulled at her shorts, growling when I realized I’d have to put her down to get them off her. Lowering her to her feet, I spun her toward the door, pressing her palms against the wood before I yanked at the waistband of her shorts, a sick thrill running through me as the material ripped. I let the destroyed shorts fall down her legs, grabbing a handful of her ass as I pressed my chest against her back.

“I’ve never fucked anyone raw before,” I whispered into her ear before I leaned down, rubbing the tip of my nose over her bite mark, enjoying the way she shuddered against me.

“Neither have I,” she breathed, pressing her ass back into my crotch.

“I want to watch my cum run down your thighs after we’re done.”

“Oh God.” Charley arched against me, and I used the opportunity to grasp her breasts in my hands, roughly pinching her nipples before one of my hands explored lower.

“I want to fuck you bare for the next two days and know that I’m the only one who’s ever had you that way. Is that what you want from me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pulling one of her hands from the door and digging her nails into the front of my thigh. “Do it.”

Shifting my hips back, I guided myself between her legs, groaning against the back of her neck when I felt how wet she was. This was probably a terrible idea, but I trusted her, and I didn’t have the self-control to stop.

“Fuck,” I exhaled into her hair as I pushed inside, her breathy moan activating the part of my brain I hadn’t known existed before her.

My hands grasped her hips tight enough I knew I’d leave more marks as I drew away and thrust back inside hard, watching as her fingers grasped at the wooden door in desperation .

“You drive me fucking wild, Char. I’ve never felt as out of control as I do when I’m inside you.”

“Same,” she gasped, pressing back into each of my brutal thrusts.

Using my boots to kick hers wider, I bent my knees and thrust into her in desperation to connect with her in a way I hadn’t with anyone before.

Tucking my face into her neck, I wrapped an arm around her, grasping one of her tits in my hand, slowly tracing my other hand down the smooth skin of her stomach and to where we were joined.

The noise she made when I grazed her clit had me clenching my jaw, resisting the urge to sink my teeth into her soft skin.

“Fuck,” I groaned, clenching my eyes when she started bucking into each one of my thrusts, chasing the release I desperately wanted to give her. “I wanna feel you come on me so fucking much.”

She let out a gaspy moan, arching against me, her legs shaking as she finally let go, squeezing my cock as she came hard.

Knowing how rough she liked it, I pulled back, grasping her waist with one hand to anchor her as I brought my other palm down against her ass.

She screamed when I did it again, and I watched with sick fascination as each strike left a red imprint of my palm on her fair skin.

When her forehead thumped against the door in front of her, her back arching and a flush covering the skin on her neck as she let go again, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Using her hips as leverage, I fucked her brutally, using her to drive myself right over the edge, pulsing inside her shaking body.

My chest was heaving as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me as we both tried to catch our breath. She seemed to be just as desperate for my touch, reaching back and holding my sweaty head against her, scratching her fingernails against my scalp .

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you,” I whispered into her hair, finally letting the feelings I’d been trying to hold back flow through me.

I’d tried to convince myself that I shouldn’t be feeling what I was because of who she was. But I couldn’t deny that she was one of my favorite people. All the talks we’d had closing the bar together drifted through my head as I clutched her to me.

She was my friend, she was always the first one to jump in to help without strings attached, and maybe it was the time the lens of her being only my little sister’s best friend was shattered.

She would always be important to Hazel. But she could be something else for me.

She could be my future.