Page 46 of Wilde's End
I point through the crowd and Hudson’s gaze follows. “Yep, that’s skull face. He drove through town.”
“Then yes. He was here for Peril.” I lean in, tilting my mouth by his ear and ignoring that bubble gum smell he’s always wrapped in. “Now, get the fuck out of my face unless you’re planning to suck my cock yourself.”
I’m expecting Hudson to retreat, to tell me to get fucked and storm away, or get angry like I’ve seen him do more times than I can count. But instead, his cheek skims mine as he turns his head, and then we’re face-to-face with nowhere to go. I’m not expecting the raw challenge written all over his expression.
“Let’s do it, then.”
“What?”
His tongue wets his lips as his voice drops. “Fuck me.”
I sneer and go to push him back, but he forces my knees wider and steps between them.
“I’m serious. If you hate me that much, think about how good it will feel to let that hatred out on me. To fuck me so hard it hurts. Or use my mouth until I can’t breathe.”
I can already picture doing exactly that. My cock is making its interest known in a more demanding way now, and I have to reposition it away from my fly.
Hudson clocks the movement, and his gaze stays locked on my groin.
“Why would I do that when there are plenty of willing guys in the bar who I can trust not to bite my cock off?”
He smirks at the question. “It’s because you can’t trust me—that makes it fun. It’s because you know I won’t make it easy for you. I’ll fight you every step of the way, and I’ll make sure you know I hate it as much as you do.” This time, his mouth finds my ear. “But you’ll make me come anyway. Because of how raw and fucked-up it is.”
“Why the hell would you want that?” But I think I know. It’s the same reason I want it too. I’m hard, and I’m so fucking tempted by the images he’s putting in my head. Dominating Hudson, finally feeling like I get to win with him, has an appeal greater than sex.
“Fucking someone who hates you is the best kind of sex.”
“Done that a lot, have you?” I ask dryly, but is it any better than fucking someone who doesn’t even know my name? Both ways get the outcome I came here for. I’ve never been all that picky about where I stick it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a guy whodoeslike me, honestly.”
“Sounds like all the men you know have good taste.” Like my body knows we’re doing this before I’ve even made up my mind, I widen my legs and pull him in closer.
There’s no hiding how hard we are from each other. No covering up that our hearts are racing like a fucking madman’s. No hiding that deep, destructive want in his eyes that I’m sure is filling mine as well.
That fucking bubble gum scent makes me want to lick the man’s skin, but I hold back because I know better. He wants it quick and dirty? That’s my fucking specialty. I’m roaring with theneed to get out all this frustration on him. He’s dangerous, a threat to my town and my life, and yet he’s so fucking hot I can’t focus on doing what I need to. Maybe fucking him will change that. Maybe showing him exactly how much I despise him will make him think twice about the town.
Or maybe we’ll just fuck. And get off. And then tomorrow, we’ll be back to being unable to stand the sight of each other.
At least leaning into the tension will make it snap. The fun of the pursuit is finally over when I know I can get what I want, and for right now, that’s Hudson. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve wanted someone the way I want Hudson.
“This is what’s going to happen,” I tell him in a low voice. “You’re going to go into the bathrooms. You’re going to let yourself into the last stall, and then you’re going to prep your ass for me. I have no interest in touching you. No interest in kissing you. I’m going to have one more drink, then I’m going to use your hole and leave.”
He’s breathing heavier. “And how do I know you’re not going to run out on me?”
I try to ignore the rasp in his voice. “You don’t. Remember? The fun is that we don’t trust each other.” Then I take his uninjured hand and set it over my straining cock. “But whether it’s you or someone else, I’m taking care of this in there. Might as well give me an easy option.”
“You wish I was easy.”
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
He rubs me through my jeans, and it’s a mission not to moan. The bar is so crowded that no one is paying attention to us, but if I start making obscene noises, that will change pretty fucking quickly.
I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, and I’m surprised how much I’m into it. I might not know Hudson well, but I know himoutside of this bar, and that’s usually something I avoid. And while my dick might be hard, it doesn’t change that I really do, all the way to my core, hate the sight of him.
Being attracted to him only makes that hatred deeper.
Because I hatemyselftoo for being this weak over him.
