Roughing It

Epilogue

DAY ONE THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED NINETY-ONE

“Okay, BB’s! That’s it for today. Thank you for liking, sharing, and subscribing! We’ll see you in two weeks, where I’ll talk more about how you can sign up for our spring Princess Package.” I wave my daughter’s chubby hand at the camera before blowing it a kiss.

Hudson, Kirk, and Marcus watch from the porch as I make my way inside. Willow totters on wobbly toddler legs, doing her best to beat me. She reaches her dad, and he scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her tummy and neck. Adorable peals of laughter sound around us.

“Great live, BB. Your sponsored post with that new hiking boot company is bringing in massive clicks and sales.” Kirk grins as he gives me a quick update. I’m much less invested in the business side of my socials these days. Now, I post what I want when I want, take sponsorships from companies I want, and spend way less time online. It’s glorious .

He clears his throat, “So, Brandee?”

I shake my head and sigh. Four years of flat-out ignoring the woman, and she still rears her hateful head now and then in an attempt to get money from me. My petty side thinks of making a donation in her name to the Hawthorne food bank, but that would mean engaging. So I’ll make the donation anyway and never tell her.

Hudson’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close. “We sent a cease and desist notice. If she violates it, we’ll go from there.”

“Are you guys sure you’re up to Willow-sitting overnight?”

Kirk rolls his eyes. “Yes. Besides, King and Lisse pick her up on Wednesday, so it’s only two nights. And she’s excited to stay with her favorite uncles.” He tickles Willow’s tummy. “Isn’t that right?”

“Don’t let Bo and Gray hear you say that. Those are fighting words.” Hudson’s lips tilt in a half-smile.

“They get to be her favorites all the time. Let me have this.” My manager, and friend, steals my daughter away, he and Marcus closing rank around her, cooing and heaping her with love.

Already, her little life is so different from mine. She’ll never know what it’s like to be hungry, dirty, unloved thanks—in no small part—to the amazing community around us. Kirk and Marcus, Bo, Gray, and the people of Trail Creek continually prove how much they love and support my family. Me.

“Okay, Lolo, have fun with Uncle Kirk and Uncle Marcus. I love you.” I kiss Willow’s honey-blonde curls as Hudson carries her tiny suitcase to the car.

The practical SUV bounces down the road, heading to Kirk and Marcus’ vacation home, a few streets from where we live in the Davis Designs built Pi?on Hills neighborhood. Once they’re out of sight, I power walk inside and up the stairs to our lofted bedroom.

I have delicious plans for my gorgeous husband, but first, I have to pack. Then he and I are heading to our cabin for four kid-free days. Willow will be two next month, and while Hudson and I find plenty of opportunities to connect, this is our first time staying away from her for multiple days.

And I am here for it.

“We leave in ten,” Hudson barks from the living room.

I look at my empty bag, and like he knows, he adds, “I mean it, Spitfire. I’m leaving your cute ass here if you aren’t packed and ready.”

Rolling my eyes, I stick my tongue out even though he can’t see me. Some things never change.

But so many other things do. The framed pictures decorating our bedroom are a testament to that. I pick up one from our wedding, me with flowers in my hair and Hudson with a jaw-cracking smile on his face.

I toss in everything I need for a couple of days at the cabin. Aside from some soft, warm clothes, I’m bringing some specialty items. A naughty thrill slinks down my spine when I spy them. Toying with my lower lip, I decide it’s time to get things going. I’m setting the tone for our getaway now. I’m banking on the entire drive being nothing but foreplay, and that starts with giving Hudson a sneak peek of what awaits him.

I slip off my oversized sweater and pull down the cups on my lavender bra. My nipples pebble when they meet the cool air. Perfect. Using my elbows, I plump my breasts together and angle the camera to capture the tops and rosy tips.

With a smile, I hit send.

From downstairs, I hear a muttered swear. Fighting back a giggle fit, I fire off another text.

Now you send me a dirty pic.

A moment later, my phone buzzes. I bite my lip, imagining what he sent. Letting the anticipation build. My finger hovers over the screen. I wouldn’t mind a chest pic. Maybe an ass shot? If he’s feeling feisty, a dick pic? As much as Hudson’s grown and mellowed when it comes to being on camera, there are some things he still balks at. He’ll sext with the best of them, but my phone remains sadly selfie dick pic free. The ones I have, I had to take myself. Rude really.

Then I open the message.

What the hell? There’s no sexy photo. Nope. Instead, there’s a close-up of a pile of my clothes.

Bear

You’re messy

Yanking up my bra and jerking my shirt on, I stomp down the stairs to the living room. “You’re such an asshole!”

Hudson smirks and shrugs. “It’s the dirtiest thing I could think of.”

“This is not the kind of dirty I wanted, and you know it.”

He steps into my space, fingers slipping under the bottom of my sweater, brushing against my stomach. “Love when you shiver for me, baby. And don’t worry, we’ve got the next four days all to ourselves. You won’t need a picture to remind you of what’s yours.”

His lips flirt with mine until I part them, inviting his tongue to tangle with mine. A hungry moan pulls from my throat, and I lace my arms around him. One of his hands goes to my hip, squeezing until he breaks away.

“If you kiss me like that, we won’t make it to the cabin.”

Pants thread my words. “You should fuck me on the floor before we go. ”

He spins me around, holding me tight to his chest before nipping my ear lobe. “I’m gonna fuck you all over our cabin, Blakely. The floor, the bed, the shower, the kitchen table, the countertops, against every wall. You’re gonna have muscles that ache like you ran a goddamn marathon and my cum in places you didn’t think you could when I’m done with you.” I clench my thighs together, his filthy promise curling around me.

Then, with a quick swat to my ass, he sends me back to our room to finish packing.

Asshole.

“You’re staring.”

I glare at the side of his head. “How do you always know?”

“Situational awareness.” He turns his head and winks. “Plus, you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve spent most of the drive imagining all the dirty things Hudson and I will get up to. Each one a stream of lust, all joining together to rush over me. Damn this man and the desire he fuels in me. Without saying a word, I reach my hand out and skim my fingers against his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Pull over, Hudson.”

“Pull over? Do you need to pee? We’re ten minutes away.”

“No! Really? That’s what you think I want?” I sputter.

“If you don’t need to pee, what could you possibly want—” His words die in his throat as I palm his cock through his pants, a thrill thrumming through me as he hardens at my touch. “Blakely.” He lets out a warning growl .

I unbuckle my seat belt and perch on my knees before lowering my head to rub my nose against his growing bulge and laying chaste kisses against his upper thighs. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.” He grits the word out between clenched teeth and gently tangles his fingers into my hair. “Yes, I fucking want you.”

“Then either do your best to keep us on the road or find somewhere to pull over.”

In a flash, he steers the vehicle off the unpaved road and throws it into park. I unzip his pants, and he lifts his hips enough for me to tug them past his knees. Shifting slightly, I arrange myself over the passenger seat and Hudson’s thigh. Then, with a mischievous smile, I kiss the tip of his cock before running my tongue down the length. As I work him with my mouth, Hudson’s fingers play with my hair while his other hand skims over my back and ass.

“Not that I am complaining, but what brought this on?” he asks, his breathing picking up speed as I reach between his legs to cup his balls.

“I’m thinking about the first time we made this drive, how far we’ve come, and how I’m so in love with you. It just made me happy, and then I was picturing us, our bodies locked together, your mouth on my neck, your hands on my back… and I decided I can’t wait. I have to have a taste.” I wink before lowering my mouth back to his cock, swirling my tongue around his plump head, relishing his groan and the way his thighs shake beneath me.

I try to grind against the gearshift, but the angle’s wrong, and I can’t get the friction I’m searching for. Hudson reads my need and jerks my leggings down, his fingers gliding over my ass before dipping into my wet heat and then tracing back up. Over and over. Never deep enough to get me off, but the sensation is delicious. And will be repaid in kind.

He bucks against my face and swears, but before I can undo him, he pulls back. “I need inside you.” Lust and love seep into his words. I crawl into his lap, brushing my pussy against his rock-hard dick and crushing my lips to his in an air-stealing kiss. Rolling my hips against his cock, I grind down as Hudson grips my ass in his large hands. He gulps, his head falling back against the headrest as I lick his Adam’s apple and nibble on his neck.

I love driving this man to the edge.

Like I’m moving in slow motion, I lower myself onto his cock at a painstaking pace until he fills me to the hilt. He goes to move his hips, but I lift, easing him out of my pussy. “I want to play, Bear, but I’m in charge. Are you up for it?”

His grip on my hips tightens, and his green eyes flash. I run my tongue along his neck, impatiently awaiting his answer. It’s a rare treat when my grumpy outdoorsman gives me complete control, but it’s so fun when he does.

“Yes.” He breathes the word against my lips.

“Then you better get us the hell home,” I say as I take him back inside me.

With a snarl, Hudson throws the Jeep into drive, and we take off. A little quicker than he normally drives, but still cautious—despite my being impaled on his dick.

I suck on his neck hard enough to leave a mark, but when he tries to thrust up, I scold him. “Uh-uh, naughty boy. I’m keeping my cock warm. You and it have a lot to do when we get to the cabin. But no one’s coming until then.”

“Fucking hell, Spitfire, you’re killing me.” The steering wheel groans and I know his knuckles are white with pressure. Seven minutes of bumpy road and excruciatingly glorious teasing later, we make it.

Hudson all but jumps from the Jeep, me still wrapped around him like a koala.

“I need my bag.” He lets out a pained moan at my declaration.

As I unhook my legs from his hips—and his dick from my pussy—he tries to hold me in place, a scowl on his face. Years of knowing and loving Hudson Brooks, and I’ve never seen him pout. Get mad, get annoyed, storm off, sure. But pout? That’s my thing. But here, in this moment, he’s full-on, bratty-lip pouting.

I nip his plump bottom lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “You clearly need some reminders about who’s in charge, Bear. Put me down.” When he releases me, I stroke his cock, wet from my pussy. “Now, be a good boy. Take off your clothes, and wait for me on the bed.”

For a second, I think he’s going to call it. The rules are firm. If anyone says red, everything ends, my Bear just yanks up his pants, huffs out a breath and stomps inside.

Such a grump. I love it.

When I open the cabin door, Hudson’s waiting for me. He’s on his back, one arm behind his head, while the other strokes his thick cock. The urge to let those thighs crush me and ask for more floods my mind and my panties. God, he’s sex on a platter. Four years have done nothing to dampen my need for him. Forty years won’t. Because when it comes to him, I’m an addict. I crave Hudson Brooks.

With a grin, I drop my bag and dig until I find the green jute rope.

Hudson’s eyes narrow. “What do you have planned?”

“A demonstration of how far my knot-tying skills have come.”

“What else do you have in that bag?”

“An assortment of items one might need to survive in the wilderness. If you’re good, I’ll show you. Now,” I smile at him, “are you up for this?”

I can see the wheels in his mind turning, emotions flickering across his handsome face. Eventually, he smirks. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Hold your hands up to the headboard.”

Hudson does as directed, and I slink onto the bed and up his body. “I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard. If you want me to let you go, say stop or red.”

He nods and situates himself. “I’m comfortable.” He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me what kind of knots you’re using.”

“Oh, you dirty talker.” I kiss the side of his neck, making sure to hit the same spot from earlier. I want that mark visible for days. In a husky voice, I say, “I’m starting with a single column.” As I talk, I wrap the forest green rope around one wrist. In between steps, I kiss up and down his arm, murmuring how much I love him into the crook of his elbow and kissing his unbound wrist before repeating everything.

Hudson lifts his arms, and I loop the rope through the wooden slats of the headboard. As a reward, I grind against him as I work, punctuating my words with moans as I find friction. “Then finishing with a double half hitch.”

The sight of my big, burly Bear bound before me sends another aching wave of need through me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sexy. What are you gonna do with me now that I can’t go anywhere?”

“Nothing you won’t like, I promise.” I rise from the bed and make my way to the kitchen. The heat of Hudson’s eyes burns into my back, so I make a show of it. Swinging my hips, stretching up on my toes to get a glass, and slowly bending over as I fill it with ice.

“Why do you need ice? ”

“You are full of questions tonight, aren’t you?”

He grunts but doesn’t respond.

“Relax, Hudson. I’m going to take good care of you.” I pop an ice cube in my mouth before crawling between his legs. Starting just above his knees, I kiss my way upward until I get to his inner thigh. Taking my time, I nip and suck closer and closer. Then I snake my tongue out and trace the vein that runs along the underside of his ruddy cock. “Mmm, you taste like us.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a husky moan.

I smile and kiss higher, exploring his body. I’m enjoying myself—thoroughly. When I reach his chest, I snag a piece of ice from the cup and run it over his nipples before chasing the cold away with my warm kisses. The small gasps he makes at the dueling sensations send a screaming surge of desire to my core. I drag ice down his stomach, enjoying how his muscles flex beneath me until it melts away. Before going any lower, I pop another ice cube between my lips. Then, with a coy grin, I suck him into my mouth.

He sucks in a gasp of air at the change of temperature, and a pool of moisture builds between my legs at the sound. The soft scrape of rope against wood tells me he’s fighting to bring his hands to my head.

“Fuck, Blakely.” He groans as I swirl my tongue around his dick, the remnants of the ice cube melting in my mouth and dripping down the length of him. “God, your mouth. So fucking good.”

I take him deeper, delightfully obscene slurping noises filling the air in our cabin. Hudson bucks his hips, thrusting against my mouth, a string of curses and praises pouring from his lips.

“I fucking love you. Your sassy mouth swallowing my cock. ”

Opening my throat, I take as much of him as I can, gagging myself before relaxing and taking even more.

“Just like that. You’re doing so good. Let me feel your throat around me.”

I slide my hand between his legs and gave his balls a gentle tug and a squeeze. The headboard scrapes. There will be scuff marks on the wall in the morning.

“I’m so close, baby.”

Oh, I know.

Hollowing my cheeks, I focus on the velvety softness over his hard cock. The salty, earthy flavor of his skin. The way he moans my name and jerks, his climax spilling down my throat. There’s something so powerful about being on my knees. I’m not here because he commands it. I’m here because I want it, and when I’m on my knees, he still worships me.

With a demure wipe of my mouth, I crawl forward and kneel above my husband’s face. I’m soaking wet. Aching. And ready to sit on my throne.

I torture us both, hovering mere millimeters above his mouth. His tongue snakes out to lap me, but as he skims my lips, I raise myself out of his reach. A rough growl emanates from the depths of his chest.

“You want to taste me, Bear?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to ride your face?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Can I taste you?”

“Ask me.” I tease my lower lips against his mouth, then pull away. “To ride your face. And say please.”

“Goddammit,” he murmurs from between gritted teeth. “Blakely Brooks, please ride my fucking face until you’re squirting down my throat. ”

Heat sets all my nerves alight. I’m a throbbing, needy mess. But I’m still in charge. It just happens we want the same thing. With a sigh of relief, I lower myself, zero concern about smothering him. Hudson’s made it clear: if I don’t sit, he will quit.

Hudson’s tongue delves into my pussy, licking at me as though he’s a man dying of thirst in the desert who stumbled into a watery oasis. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I grind against his face, circling my hips as he sucks, licks, and pleasures me. Through my lust-filled haze, I recognize the telltale sound of creaking wood as he strains against his restraints. It’s incredible, the way this man shows his love. Hudson knows what I like, the places to suck, nip, and lick for ultimate satisfaction. It isn’t long before I’m gripping the headboard to steady myself as the first waves surge through me. He hums and rolls his tongue, and that’s it. I’m out. My orgasm charges through my body and onto his lips. I throw my head back as I pant his name.

I crumple, my limbs like putty, melting into the bed next to him as we both catch our breath. I smooth his hair and gently trace his face before undoing the knots and massaging his wrists, forearms, and shoulders.

“Change of plans?”

“Yep. I need your hands on me.”

He raises one eyebrow.

“I want you on top of me, in me.” I want our bodies locked together, his lips on my skin.

Hudson chuckles. “You’re in charge.” With that, he pounces forward, forcing me back and pinning my body beneath his. He kisses me, his tongue twisting with mine, the taste of myself fresh on his lips. I moan around his mouth; I love when he kisses me after making me come that way.

“Next time, I’ll tie you up, but I’m going to knot you from shoulder to thighs. You look so beautiful when you’re bound for me,” he mutters, his lips burning a trail down my neck.

“Yes.” I take his hands, leading them over the peaks and valleys of my body. His calloused touch electrifies my senses, and when he adds his mouth to the mix, snagging a nipple in his teeth, I can’t help but writhe beneath him. He teases me for a moment more before breaking away and moving to kneel between my legs, splaying me out wide. He sits on his heels, his eyes tracing me before locking onto my center.

“Do you have any idea how you look, spread open like this?”

“Do you like it?” I ask, my voice raspy and low.

“Yes, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Hudson takes one of my legs and brings it to his shoulder, kissing my ankle. The other he wraps around his hip. Then, without another word, he plunges into me. My eyes close, and I mewl in delight as Hudson pounds into me. His teeth graze my ankle, and his fingers dig into my calf and thigh. “It feels so fucking good when you take my cock like the goddess you are.”

A strangled plea slips from my lips. A hedonistic battle cry for more , harder .

He obeys my command, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me against him, relentless in his goal of bringing us both pleasure. Fuck, he’s handsome. A living god. His muscles flex, his eyes close, and his jaw tenses as he pounds into me. I bring my hand to my clit, tracing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please.”

Hudson’s eyes snap open, and he bats my hand away, his thumb applying the steady pressure I need. All the while, he never breaks his thunderous pace. His glittering green eyes fasten on mine, and the intimacy of the moment proves to be my undoing. A lifetime flashes in those eyes—my lifetime with him.

I scream his name, and my pussy clenches around his cock. My entire body trembles, goosebumps erupt on my flesh, but he continues thrusting into me, working me through my orgasm. A moment later, he pants my name, and the thick, hot burst of his cum rushes into me.

Hudson collapses on top of me, our bodies still joined, my pussy pulsing around his cock. His weight is like my favorite weighted blanket, settling deep in my bones. I kiss his forehead; the salty-sweet sweat he worked up during our lovemaking tingles on my tongue. Content, spent, and limp, I tangle my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as he lies on top of me, panting.

“I love you, Bear. So much.”

“Not as much as I love you, Spitfire.”

I pinch his nipple. “That’s not true.”

Hudson makes a hmm sound as he slips out of bed. He sends me off to pee while he lights the fire. Once I’m done, he carries me back to our bed. Then he pushes his soft cock between my legs. He loves to sleep like this, buried inside me, especially after we’ve fucked hard. So many nights, I fall asleep this way, only to be woken by him gently fucking me or his face and fingers buried in my pussy, showing me how much he loves me.

It’s not so bad being Mrs. Blakely Brooks.

Despite being as close as two people can get, I snuggle deeper into his arms. “Remember the first day we met?”

He snorts. “Like I could ever forget.”

“You were such an ass.”

“You were such a brat.” His lips brush over my skin. “Still are. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

“You swore up and down you wouldn’t give me any special treatment.”

“And you had me breaking all my rules on day one. Should’ve known then you’d own every part of me.”

“You really should’ve.”

The sun has long set, and the sounds of the forest at night and the popping of the fire mix to form a soothing lullaby. This is our life—a wonderful existence I never expected. All because of my beautiful outdoorsman and a little cabin in the woods.

The End