Page 16 of Ours

“Look she’s making a move on the other one!” A woman hissed, and my back went tense. I didn’t even look in their direction. But it was Hudson who pushed me off his lap, that made me realize that I really wasn’t hearing wrong.

“Who owns this woman?” Hudson shouted the room, and my eyes widened, I couldn’t look in their direction. So my eyes were locked on my lap.

“I do.”

“Then you going to be responsible for her talking shit?” Hudson’s voice, it made of stern steel. It’s the tone he used before his temper snapped. I wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s fine, but I can’t move because I feel like that much of a whore.

“Well you were fucking Gabriella before Maddox weren’t you?” The biker said and my eyes got even wider and now I had another reason not to look up.

Quiet. Deadly quiet. Which forced me to look up. And I see Hudson standing there his head slightly tilted. He’s keeping a rein on his temper. Fuck he learned to control his anger better since when we were together.

“My point is Hudson—I mean National Prez, is you sort of had claims on her first. So ain’t no business of ours if ya back to fucking the pussy.”

And then a sickening sound of bones breaking, filled the air. “That’s for thinking ya know more than you do.” And Hudson gripped him by his cut pulling him up, and punching him in the stomach. “That’s for referring to her as some pussy. She ain’t no club whore. She’s Maddox’s soon to be wife, and if,” He threw the man to the ground, and looked around the room. “anyone else has a mother fucking problem with her sitting on my lap, step the fuck forward.”

The sound of the music on pause was the only thing you could hear. That buzzing white noise, and then when no one said anything. Someone pressed play and the music went back on, and everyone went back to what they were doing.

I was still standing, and I knew exactly what was happening next. I was bolting. I didn’t do confrontation.

“Don’t think for one fucking second ya running.” Hudson said at me, and then looked me in the eyes. “You’ll be sitting the fuck back down, and don’t think otherwise.”

I swallowed sharply, he was worked up, that control or rein I thought he had over his temper, was non-existent. I slipped back on to his lap, and his arm went around me.

“So Gabriella on a scale of suggesting to these girls, that I fuck them together, where on the scale of it being a hard no? It just being a nah, or it being a fucking blow my head off?” Ribs brought the conversation back to the table, and Hudson’s lips twitched up and I knew then. I had nothing to worry about. So I relaxed.

* * *

“Please Hudson, one movie.”I begged, pulling on his arm.

He looked at me sternly. “You’re needy.” He stated, “Cause you’ve been drinking.” He added like it was a known fact that I got needy when I drank! “On vodka cruisers nevertheless.”

I pulled on his arm, trying to get him to come in and watch a movie with me. I was buzzing. I wanted to stay up, and it was after three in the morning. I did not want to be alone.

“Come on.” I groaned, pulling on him with all my force and he didn’t fucking move. Not one bit.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I come in we aren’t watching the fucking twilight movie. I refuse. Lord knows nothing tested our relationship like those movies. Not the club, not even your mother coming back.”

A full bloom grin spreads across my face. “We won’t watch Twilight.” I said, and he smiled relieved at that. And nodded his head coming in. I saw he looked immediately uncomfortable. “Hudson can I ask you a question?” I say as I went to my night stand. He nodded his head. “Does your current room have a television?” I looked at him, knowing he didn’t want to be in this room.

“Yes.” He frowned and I grabbed a long singlet top cause I was getting the hell out of these jeans.

I took my crop top off, putting the longer singlet on, it dropping down to my mid thighs. “Well let’s go watch the movie in your room then.” I said, as I pushed my jeans off.

Hudson was standing there, like I had cast a spell on him. I clicked my fingers. “Hudson you saw me wearing a bra, not naked. Snap out of it.” I say grabbing my phone in case the hospital called. “You ready to move rooms?”

He slowly nodded his head, but he looked possessive as fuck. Like if I didn’t have a mans ring on my finger, I’d be sliding down his cock. “Come on.” I pulled on his arm, and he paused in the doorway just as I got him moving.

“Can I ask you a question Gabriella?”

I nodded my head.

“Do you still hate panties?”

A blush crept across my cheeks. Geez he had a really good memory. I took my hand from his arm, and took his hand by the fingers, running it from my waist, down over my hip, and down a little bit of my thigh.

“That answer your question?” I say, smiling at him, knowing he didn’t feel underwear lines.

He groaned. “More like fucking tormented myself for the rest of my life.”

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