Roughing It

15. Hudson

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

hudson

I pace the cabin floor, snarling at my stupidity and the fishing gods. I’ve never felt so helpless as when I watched Blakely fall into the icy cold water while I stood there like a bump on a log. The time it took me to shed my clothes could have been—I shake the thought from my head. She’s safe. That’s what matters.

It isn’t until Blakely emerges from the shower in a cloud of steam and sweet smells that the tension melts from my muscles. Rushing forward, I bundle her up in an oversized towel and carry her to the makeshift pallet I created while she was out of it. I should make her some tea or cocoa, but I’m not ready to let go of her yet.

The minute or so she was underwater, and I couldn’t find her, was one of the scariest of my life. Between her disappearing over the side of the boat and then going loose limbed and silent on me during my desperate power hike to the cabin, I aged ten years.

“Hey, Bear?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you planning on letting me go?” She’s smiling at me, her eyes shining with mischief and thankfully clear of the haze from before.

No, not if I can help it. I reluctantly place her on the mattress. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Small, dainty hands grab my forearms, pulling me into her space. “I’m not going anywhere. You and I have unfinished business,” she says, dropping a quick peck on my lips.

A relieved sigh slips from my mouth; someone’s feeling more like herself. She’s making it so damn hard to walk away, but I need to get sugar, caffeine, and warmth into her.

And grab her some pajamas. I wonder if I have any spare small thermals…

I dig through the armoire and find a couple of worn but thick long johns and toss a pair to her. “Put those on while I make you some tea.”

Thankfully, Blakely wasn’t out too long at a single point. About halfway through my frantic journey to get her to safety, I realized holding her upside down while running wasn’t the best way to transport her. But it was the fastest. Still, I swear this woman makes my IQ plummet. I’m a complete and total idiot when she’s around.

“Hudson, are you making a four-course meal over there?”

Huffing a silent laugh, I ignore her even if I’m fucking delighted she’s back to her bratty self.

“Thank you.”

I stiffen. She’s thanking me? This whole thing is my fault.

“It couldn’t have been easy, carrying me all the way back here.”

“I made better time than we did hiking together.” She scoffs like I’ve offended her, and I smile as I sample the hot tea I made. Blakely Bradshaw has the navigational sense of a box of hair. She was even swimming the wrong dadgum direction in the lake.

Grabbing the mug, I return to our pallet. Blakely rises, the ignored thermals still lying where I threw them. She clutches the towel to her chest, the firelight flickering over her bare shoulders and legs, casting her in a golden glow. My breath catches. She’s so beautiful.

“The pajamas I gave you not work?”

She grins at me, a coy smile that hints at deeper things. Things people do in the dark. “It’s silly to put clothes on just to take them off.”

This woman. I clench my jaw. “Baby, I’ll hold you all night.”

“That’s not what I want.”

I swallow. “Today?—”

Cupping my face, she kisses the sprinkling of freckles on my nose and cheeks. “Today was a total disaster, but it wasn’t your fault. You saved my life.”

“I don’t want you thinking you need to?—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I’ve been trying to get in your pants for days now.”

She winks at me, but her face softens when, in a hushed tone, I say, “Tell me one more time. It’s not an act.”

God, the way I hope she says what I need to hear.

“It’s not an act. I want you. I have since you yelled at me over luggage and threatened to leave me in Trail Creek.” Stretching on her tiptoes, she nips my earlobe and mutters, “Asshole.”

Then her towel falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, and my brain, heart, and lungs all stop working. My Spitfire stands before me in all her glory, a masterclass in curves and indulgence.

“No more waiting, Bear.”

My gaze burns down her body, gathering every intimate detail I can. The line of her slender neck and elegant collarbone. The heavy sway of her ripe tits. The flow of her trim waist to the swell of her hips. The neat strip of hair between her quivering thighs.

Fuck.

The way I need her, want her, is written on my face and rapidly straining the cotton of my sleep pants. Today was a tipping point. I was already two steps over the fence when Blakely fell into the lake, but hearing her say this is real eradicates any remaining barriers between us.

And now I’m going to show her. The invisible line I tried to draw is long crossed, and I don’t plan on looking back.

I set the tea on the small side table and drop to my knees before her—putting us face to pussy. “You’re gorgeous,” I rasp as I give in to the itch to touch her like she’s mine. My hands glide up the back of her legs, curling to grip her inner thighs. Then I brush my mouth against the skin below her navel. Her breath hitches, and her thighs clench when I pepper kisses lower. There’s power in knowing she’s as affected as I am.

Jerking my head at the mug, I say, “Tea first.” She goes to argue, but I silence her by blowing a stream of air close enough to ruffle her trimmed curls. “Sip it while I sip you.”

Her gasp sounds over the crackle of the fire. “W-what do you mean?”

Grinning like the devil from my sinner’s throne, I growl, “I mean, I’m gonna lick your juicy cunt until you’re so warm inside and out you’ll forget every second of being in that fucking lake.”

Blakely’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. She says, “Thank you.” Then groans and mutters, “Thank you? Cool. Totally cool, Blakely.”

I hide my smile in that sexy crease between her hip and thigh. “Now drink.” The command is clear, but so is the plea. I need to make her come on my tongue. As sure as I need to eat, breathe, and sh?—

The hushed sound of her slurping tells me she’s following my order. To reward her, I ghost my hands over her hips and my lips over her thighs.

“When I touch you, how wet will you be for me?”

She doesn’t answer. That won’t work. I rise so we’re eye to eye. Blakely stares at me, surprise written on her pretty face, the mug still at her mouth.

“I want answers when I ask a question, and if you don’t answer, you might find yourself on the wrong end of a spanking.” She shifts, rubbing her thighs together.

Leaning in, I whisper what I hope she knows but have to confirm. “If you don’t like this kind of play, or aren’t up to it, tell me now, and it stops. I’ll spread you out and eat you like I promised, but without the dirty talk, the pussy slaps, or bringing you to the edge until you’re ready to explode.”

“No.” Her throat bobs. “I like to play.” Then she grins and takes a sip of her tea. “For someone I’ve spent days begging to speak, you suddenly have a lot to say.”

My teeth graze against her jaw. “I save my words for what’s important.” I straighten to my full height so I tower over her, slip my fingers into her hair and tug, drawing a whimper from her. “If you want to stop, all you have to do is say it. No matter where we are or what we’re doing. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Biting, spanking, edging are all good.” Her eyes dip to my lips, and she licks her own, “And your hand on my neck?—”

I slide my hand to her pulse point and give it a gentle squeeze. “Like this?”

Her throat constricts as she swallows. “Yes. ”

My thumb skims the column of her neck, lingering on her hammering pulse. I give it another squeeze, loving how her eyes flutter. “You wear that necklace so well, baby. But it’ll have to wait for another time.” With that, I drop to my knees and bring my thumb to her clit, skating around it, teasing her.

Her sharp gasp has me cutting my eyes upward. The cup is at her lips. My tongue darts out, licking along her pussy but not breaching her. Not yet. It’s hardly a scrap, but even the barest hint of her salty-sweet musk blows out my sense of taste, ruining all future flavors.

“Need more, baby. Spread your legs wider for me; let me see you.” I split her lips with my pointer and middle fingers, burying my nose in the soft spot above her clit and inhaling. How does she smell like goddamn flowers everywhere?

Blakely’s words wobble, and she bucks forward. “You’ve seen me.”

“No, I need to see all of you. From the inside out.” I glide one hand down the length of her leg and grip her ankle, tracing the delicate bones. Then I lift it and hook her knee over my shoulder. “Keep one hand on that tea; use the other to hold your balance.”

“So bossy.”

Even when I’m face deep in her, she has to sass. “You’re gonna love how bossy I can be.” With her body where I want, I stare at her glistening pussy. “Fuck, Blakely, you’re beautiful everywhere. Every inch of you is perfect.” My hot breath raises goosebumps over her skin.

She gifts me a needy whimper when I sweep a finger along her slit, then move higher, teasing her in lazy, slow circles. “Look how wet you are. Let me have a real taste now.” In one long, broad stroke of my tongue, I lave her from opening to clit, savoring the mewls and moans my touches pull from her.

Groaning at the first true burst of her flavor, I become a man possessed, desperate to explore each delicious inch of her. My tongue loops her clit before parting her folds and searching out every bit of her sweetness I can find. Fucking Blakely is overstimulating in every way possible. My hips jerk forward, and I grip myself, squeezing my throbbing cock in the hopes I can stop myself from coming.

Blakely gasps, and when I look up, she’s watching me, mouth agape.

“Spitfire, I’m gonna drink this cunt dry, but if you stop, so do I.” I huff a laugh on her sensitive bundle of nerves when she yanks the tea to her mouth.

Ignoring my own needs, I spread her open again and dive in. The more I lick, the wetter she gets until she’s dousing my beard. And it only fuels the intensity of my craving for her.

“Shit, baby, I’m bathing in you.”

Her back arches as I slip my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out, fucking her like it’s my cock. When her walls clench, I wrap my lips around her clit, my teeth grazing over it. Her hand tightens in my hair almost to the point of stinging, and I soak it in.

I love that she’s as lost in me as I am in her.

“Blakely, how much tea do you have left?” She doesn’t answer me, so I follow through on my earlier threat. Lifting my face from her molten core, I bring my open palm down on her pussy, the sharp smack ringing out.

“Hudson!” she moans, and her knee buckles. But I don’t let her fall. I’ll never let her fall again.

I bite the inside of her thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to gauge her reaction. The gush of sticky wetness that drips from between her legs tells me everything. My girl likes a hint of pain with her pleasure.

“Answer me, Blakely, or you’ll get another spanking.” I soothe my lips over her rosy ones, the heat of her pussy radiating like a furnace.

“I drank it all.”

“Atta fucking girl.” With renewed effort, I work her to the edge, licking and sucking. It’s sloppy and messy and perfect. I point my tongue and use it like a missile, seeking all the ways to make her crumble. Just as her body tells me how close she is, I stop. Then I repeat it all again, adding pressure to her clit that has her babbling my name mixed with praise and pleas.

“Hudson! It f-feels so good. Don’t stop! Pl-please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, l-let me come!”

Setting her leg back on the ground, I rise to my feet. Blakely whimpers in frustration, tears watering in her eyes.

I cover her mouth with mine, silencing her desperate whines. Plunging my tongue between her lips, I share her own exquisite honey with her.

Breaking the kiss, I snag the cup from her hand and lay her on the pallet. Her hair fans out behind her, and her tits bounce as she giggles. She’s an abundance of beauty I can’t wait to devour.

“I won’t leave you wanting.” Smirking at her, I say, “For long.”

Settling my body over hers, I start at her jaw, kissing my way down her neck, licking her collarbone, lapping at her sternum, skating my teeth against her shoulder blades. Everywhere I touch is aflame. As sure as she was freezing before, she’s burning now.

I reverently cup her breasts, brushing my thumbs against her pert nipples. Lowering my mouth, I whisper against her flushed skin, “Your tits are so fucking perfect. I imagined my cock sliding in between them the first day we met. And ever since you flashed me, I’ve dreamed of running my hands over them, sucking and biting them until you come from that alone.”

Blakely snorts out a small laugh that shifts to a needy moan when I roll her sensitive tips between my fingers. “I th-think you mean ever since you w-walked in on me getting off to a—shit, Hudson, that feels so good—fantasy of you.”

Chuckling, I wrap my hot mouth around one of her nipples. My rough hands—hands that have no business touching such silky skin—trace over her chest, pinching and twisting the pebbled flesh until she arches off the mattress. I suck and lick and nibble, and Blakely’s stuttered breathing tells me it’s exactly what she needs. My teeth skim over the sensitive nubs, and at her encouragement, the grazing becomes tugging. I split my attention between her hardened peaks, leaving them bright pink and shining with my saliva.

As my mouth blazes lower, I ask, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“I didn’t hear you.” Placing my hands beneath her legs, I spread her wide, then reinforce how much I want her words by giving her pussy another love tap. “If you want me to keep going, you need to be louder.” I lift my head, locking my eyes on hers.

“Yes, keep going, please,” she says, her words ringing out in the dim cabin.

“Good girl.” I lower my mouth back to the promised land that lies before me. My weight presses Blakely into the pallet, but it doesn’t keep her from bucking against me. Or me from rocking into the mattress. I’m two thrusts away from coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.

“More, Hudson,” she whimpers.

“You’re so wet. My dirty, bratty Spitfire and her spoiled, greedy cunt.” I tease her with a mix of licking and kissing. Then I fasten my mouth on her clit, humming against her. Blakely writhes beneath me as if she’s torn between pulling me closer or pushing me away.

She’s desperate to come; I can feel it. Smell it. Between the edging earlier and what I’m doing now, she’s almost there. My cock is hard to the point of pain, but nothing is going to draw my attention away from Blakely Bradshaw on the cusp of coming.

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

“Fingers, put your fingers in me.”

A single finger caresses her clit before slipping inside her. I dip in and out, celebrating each wriggle, each desperate shimmy.

“More.”

A second finger follows her desperate demand. I pump them in and out, circle them. Bury them as deep as they’ll go, knowing they aren’t anywhere near as filling as my cock will be. At that thought—the lush heat of her wrapped around me—I groan, and Blakely jerks as the sound pulses against her clit.

I crook my fingers, using the rough pads to apply pressure, aiming to hit the magic spot inside her that will fracture her into thousands of boneless pieces. And if I’m lucky, drench me even more.

“Are you a squirter, baby? Will you rain down a flood?”

Blakely’s muscles tense, drawing my fingers deeper. “Give me that sweetness, Blakely. It’s mine.” I thrust my tongue into her core alongside the two fingers already buried deep. There’s no way I’m not tasting this gift.

Beholden to my words, she falls apart. And it’s as fucking breathtaking as I thought it would be. She tears at my hair, and if I’m bald when this is over, fuck it. Her hips thrust upward, and I drink down every glorious drop.

I don’t let up until she pushes my head away and tries to draw her hips from my hold. Today will live in my mind until I’m old and gray as one of the worst and best days of my life. I almost lost this infuriating woman while gaining more of her than I ever expected.

“Fuck, you taste like a goddamn dream,” I say as I shift so my head rests against her lower stomach, rising and falling with her panting breaths.

“No one has ever said that to me. Or made me come like that.”

“Idiots.” I nuzzle against the soft curve of her stomach. “You should stay here with me. I’ll do that every day.”

“I might die of dehydration if you do that every day.”

My barked laugh echoes around us, and I kiss my way up her body, worshiping her breasts again before continuing to her mouth. Gathering her in my arms, I smell the crown of her head as her hands wander my body. With each scratch of her nails down my back, my dick twitches. But I meant it when I said I’d hold her all night.

“Bear?”

“Spitfire?”

“I want more.”

“You want more what?”

“More of you. I want you inside me.”

I sit up and search her face. “Blakely, this was about you.”

She narrows her eyes. “Want to make this about me? Put. That. Big. Thick. Cock. In. Me.” She snags my bottom lip with her teeth and pulls me on top of her, locking her legs around my hips. “Now, lose the pants.”

I may be a decent guy, but I’m no fucking martyr. If she wants me to fuck her, who am I to argue? Wasting no time, I sit back and tug my pants down, my cock springing from its cotton prison.

Blakely licks her lips and reaches for me. The slide of her delicate hand up and down my shaft has me wishing I could pause time because this is gonna be over way too fast.

Using my dick like a leash, she guides me to her, lining me up at her entrance. But I snag her grabby hand and bring it above her head. Her wrists are so slim I can pin both with one hand. This frees the other to rub the head of my cock against her clit. Only when she’s begging do I glide my length between her pussy lips—letting her arousal coat me—and press into her wet warmth.

And fuck me. Blakely Bradshaw’s pussy is a goddamn miracle. Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing has ever felt this good, and I’m only an inch in.

“I need you, Hudson. All of you.”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. So needy.” She bites her lip and looks at me with hooded eyes. Tonight, the waves in the depths of her blue-green irises are wild. Untamed. Hungry.

With a relief that’s on the verge of pain, I sink my entire length into her until I’m fully seated. I groan at the exquisite pressure of her walls hugging my cock.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She kisses me and gently bucks her hips, cueing me with her body.

“Want me to move, Blakely? Want me to stretch you and make you come apart beneath me?”

Her breakneck nod nearly headbutts me. I pull all the way out, then push in, this time in one fluid movement.

“Oh god, faster. Please,” she begs.

I consider edging her again, but I don’t have it in me to hold out. So I set a steady pace, thrusting in and out, relishing the moans she pants in my ear as I withdraw then surge forward. When she clamps her pussy around me, gripping my cock like a vice, I almost spill right then.

Gritting my teeth, I summon every ounce of control I have. “Fuck, if you do that again, I’ll lose it.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

I bury my face in her neck before freeing her hands so I can grip her hips. Lifting her grants me a deeper angle. I tilt my pelvis, bumping against her clit as I thrust. Each snap of my hips pounds Blakely deeper into the mattress. My grunts and her groans mix with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the crackle of the fire.

Her body trembles, and in a gasping pant, Blakely calls out, “Don’t stop!”

Leaving me no choice but to obey, I drive into her. Tension coils in my stomach, and heat prickles at the base of my spine. I’m close, but I won’t go without her.

“Surrender for me. Come on my cock. I need to see you dripping with my cum.”

Blakely’s pussy quivers and tightens, and heat washes over me. Her orgasm pulls me in its wake, and I spill myself inside her while her name tumbles from my lips.

I collapse on top of her, as mindful of my weight as I can be. The aftershocks of her release clench my softening cock, and I never want to leave the paradise between her thighs. But I need to take care of her, so I ease out, hating to break the connection between us. Rolling to my side, I walk my fingers over her sweat-coated skin. A strand of damp hair clings to her forehead, and I coil it around my pinky before kissing her.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel?” I ask. And I don’t just mean being inside her. I mean all of it. The sparks, the banter, the annoyance, the passion.

She curls into my arms and rubs her face against mine. “Do you? ”

I let myself believe she means beyond what we just did, too, even though it’s a dangerous game.

We linger together, and once our breathing slows, I untangle myself and carefully pick her up and bring her to the bathroom, dropping her on the toilet while I wet a washcloth.

“You don’t actually expect me to pee in front of you, right?”

“Yep.” Every muscle in my body is relaxed, and I’m ready to crawl into bed and cuddle my girl.

“Back to one-word answers?” She grins at me from where she sits, her cheeks and chest an appealing shade of pink.

“Yep.” I cross my arms and lean on the sink, raising my eyebrows at her.

Blakely squirms before sighing. “I can’t go with you watching. At least wait outside the door.”

“Fine.”

Moments later, I hear the telltale signs that she got over her unnecessary shyness, followed by running water. When she opens the door, I scoop her up and carry her to our rumpled pallet.

Lying her down, I gently widen her legs, then clean up the remnants of our time together. She’s quiet and pliant, her eyes heavy and soft. A sex-drunk smile plays on her lips, and she’s a fucking sight. Tousled hair, beard rash on her chin and other more sensitive places, red marks on her hips and neck. Gorgeous. And mine , a greedy voice deep in the back of my mind whispers.

Snuggling her, I sprinkle her shoulders with chaste kisses, enjoying the peace. Then, like a silent alarm goes off in her head, Blakely bolts upright and searches through the blankets and pillows.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

“Where’s my phone? ”

“You need it now?” There’s an undercurrent of frustration in my tone.

She’s looking around like it might drop from the sky. “Yes. No? I don’t know! But?—”

With a sigh, I pull it out from my side of the mattress.

“Thank you.” Her eyes widen, and she looks at me. “Holy shit! I have a ton of missed calls from Kirk. I’m guessing your ‘She’s fine ’ sign-off didn’t sit well with him.”

Pulling her back into my arms, I kiss her neck, her jaw. “How about instead of worrying over Kirk, we eat something, and I hold you like I promised I would?”

Without another word, she melts into my touch, her quickly forgotten phone clattering to the floor.