Page 57 of Wilde's End
“Good. Now I know who to murder.”
The bastard splashes me again. “We’ve covered that already. You’re a kitten.”
What the fuck is wrong with him? “Akitten? I’ve been through more shit than you’d ever imagine. You think it’sfunto taunt me and get me worked up when you’re here threatening my whole fucking world?” A scowl ripples over my face. “Kitten.”
He drifts closer, and I can feel his eyes on my face. “I do think it’s fun. Believe it or not, my life hasn’t been all peaches either. My brothers think I’m fucked-up. Especially for sleeping with you.”
“Youtoldthem?”
“Didn’t see a reason not to.”
My anger has moved higher, making my neck feel uncomfortably hot and tight. “I don’t want anyone knowing about that.”
“Too late.”
I have to remind myself that I can’t drown the guy. “Do you go out of your way to be the single most annoying human to exist?”
“Sometimes. I really don’t know what you’re so worked up about though. It’s not like it won’t happen again.”
“There is no fuckingwayit’s happening again.” The words are out before I can stop them, and I see the exact moment Hudson recognizes my challenge.
“So if I tell you that you have my full permission to fuck me anytime and anywhere you wanted, that would mean nothing to you?”
The way my gut swims with those words is ridiculous. I don’t want to be reacting to him this way, but with that permission, with Hudson only a foot in front of me, completely naked, my cock is already hardening. It’s not getting away with this twice though, and at least for right now, I’m still in control of myself. “I’d have to want it for it to mean anything.”
“Pity.” He backs up a bit. “Lucky I still have Sutton back home, then.”
That floating in my gut tightens. “Who?”
“My ex. Kinda ex. He was more than a booty call, but we weren’t exclusive. They really should come up with a name for that.”
“I think it’s called dating.” But what would I know? I don’t do it. The only person I know who actively does is Queenie, and the stories I’ve heard from her are more than enough to know I never want to get involved in any of that.
“Either way, it doesn’t matter. If I text him, he’ll come. Then we’llbothcome. Catch my drift?”
My jaw is tense when I say, “Have fun with him, then.”
“Not him.Sutton. TwoTs. Best fuck I ever had.”
Before he can move any further, before I’ve ever had a chance to think it through, my hand flies out and grabs his neck. The water makes it easy to drag him closer. So close that if I were breathing any deeper, our chests would probably touch.
“I’m the best fuck you ever had. Don’t pretend like you weren’t begging me.”
This close, I can make out the shape of his eyes behind the sunglasses. “I was horny. I beg when I’m horny. That has nothing to do with you.”
“I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t going to work.”
His pink tongue drags over his bottom lip, and he tilts his head a little higher, showing off where I have hold of him. “Isn’t it?”
“Go and fuck Sutter?—”
“Sutton—”
“I don’t care. Because I know the entire time he’s with you, you’re going to be thinking about me. That’s the reason you followed me out here. But I’m not going to give you what you want.”
“Whatwewant.”
I hate that he doesn’t know when to shut up because right at that moment, his leg brushes against my cock underwater, which tells him exactly how hard I am.
