Page 100 of Game On
I cross the room, placing my hands around both of his shoulders to straddle him. With my knees on either side of his thick thighs, I take a hand and run it through his hair, pushing it back. It’s still lightly damp from the shower he must have taken, and it rivals my own wet strands.
“Yeah, you’ve got me here.” I lean down, brushing my lips lightly against his, but not yet sealing the deal. “And I know you’ll go on to do incredible things.”
His eyelids flutter closed at my touch, gray irises disappearing behind thick, dark lashes. “Right now, the only incredible thing I can think of is being here with you.” His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking the apple of it tenderly.
I drink in the sight of him. “Look at you,” I murmur, touching my forehead to his. “TheHudson Fox going all soft on me.”
He chuckles, a low, warm sound that ripples through the silent room. “Only for you, Davies.”
My pulse pounds as I close the distance between us once more, pressing my lips to his in a sweet, searing kiss. Hishands find purchase on my hips, pulling me impossibly close as we sink further into the hotel sheets.
“You know,” he murmurs against my lips, his eyes reflecting the faint glow of the city lights seeping through the sheer curtains. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said before. About choosing things for yourself.”
I pull back, tucking a wayward lock behind my ear. “Is that so?”
His gaze drops from my face to where our hands are interlaced. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking … I’ve spent so much of my life trying to be in control of things. I know you have, too. So maybe we just … stop.”
“Let the cards fall?”
“Exactly.”
“But what does that really mean for you, for us?”
He squeezes my hand. “I have real feelings for you. Feelings I can’t ignore any longer. Seeing you happy makes me happy. Knowing you’re alone makes me want to be there for you. And if letting the cards fall means giving in to these feelings, then … I think we should. Don’t you?”
His confession hangs there between us. I stare into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability hiding behind layers of strength and control.
“Hudson,” I whisper. “I … I feel things for you, too. A lot of things. But I’m going back to Oxford this summer. This was always meant to be temporary.”
“So, let it be temporary. I know you’re leaving. I know there’s an expiration date tied to this, and I don’t care. Weshouldn’t hold back because things will inevitably come to an end.”
He strokes my cheek gently, his touch as reverent as the words spilling from his lips. I can see in his eyes that he means every word. I want to believe him; I want to believe in us. To take a leap of faith when something inside tells me to keep holding back.
To protect myself from another heartbreak.
“But …” I start, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze. The room is heavy with silence as I search for the right words. “But what happens after? What happens when this ends and we’re thousands of miles apart?”
“We let go.”
I scrunch my nose and tell him, “I’m not so great at that.”
He smiles. “You can do anything you set your mind to. Besides, this hasn’t been about just sex for a while now. It’s time we both stopped lying to ourselves, to each other.”
A few weeks ago, I would have scoffed at such an idea, thrown a sarcastic comment his way to deflect from the raw honesty he’s showing me. But now …
“You really think we can do this?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I’m not scared of him or of us—but there’s a fear of what lies beyond the comfort of this moment. “What if I … fail? What ifwefail? If we get in too deep and we can’t let go?”
Hudson lifts my chin with a finger, forcing me to look at him. “Then we fail together, and we’ll figure it out.” His voice is steady, reassuring. “We always do.”
A knot of warmth unravels inside my chest, spreading through my body and easing my fears. “Alright,” I murmur against his lips, pulling him closer. “Let the cards fall.”
And when he kisses me back, he puts his all into it—no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just soft lips and light caresses. The promise of something real and right, even if it’s temporary.
Our clothes come off, I help him roll on a condom, and then I’m back to straddling him. When I sink down onto his cock, his head falls back. The column of his throat is taut, and I can’t help but place a little kiss there. He shivers beneath me.
It’s a different kind of feeling, being with him now. It’s just as good as it’s always been. But there’s an added element of emotion—intimacy, vulnerability—that wasn’t quite there before. I relish in it.
“That feels good,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as I start to move.
