Page 53 of Lords of Misrule
“I do not have them wound around my finger. Jesus. They do what they want whether I like it or not.”
He scoffs. “Finn is all fucking in. Has been since the night at Mitchell’s. Maybe before. Should have heard the way he talked about you holding us at gunpoint. Like it was the hottest shit he’d ever seen. And Rowan is too, he just wants to pretend he’s not. Give the illusion that he doesn’t give a fuck about anything when you and Finn are the center of his fucking gravity.”
“He cares about you too. He’s just fucking proud, and you challenge him in ways Finn doesn’t.”
“This is a lot of fucking words, Duchess, just to get out of kissing me.”
“I’m not trying to get out of it.”
“Sounds like it to me. Maybe you’re scared though. That I’ll kiss you better than both of them. Then it’ll be you imagining me on the other side of the wall.”
“Oh please.” I roll my eyes.
He turns toward me and purses his lips, laughing and then trying to get serious enough to purse them again.
“Come on. Just one. You can do it.”
“Hudson.”
“Scared. Got it. No worries. I’ll brag to them about it when we get home.”
“Fine!” I huff.
I lean over, every intention of a quick peck on his lips. To shut him up and give him something to make him recognize he’s just projecting his fantasies onto me. His sadness over his now ex-girlfriend morphing what might be some honest frustration at being left out sometimes into something more. A momentary brush of his mouth over mine though, and my body lights like he’s just struck a match. Because Hudson can fuckingkiss. I thought it before at the party but he was tentative then. Like he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to kiss me. But now? Now he’s all in.
He can also manhandle me because his arms wrap around me and he drags me closer, his body lining up with mine as he grabs my leg and pulls it over the top of his. I can feel him already hard underneath me, and if I’m not imagining it, it’s another surprise. Hudson has a big fucking dick.
I’m learning way too many dangerous facts about Hudson in quick succession. I pull back, putting distance between us and catching my breath.
“What was that?” I say softly.
He grins this megawatt smile that melts panties around campus. I don’t know what he’s worried about. His ex might have been stupid enough to not wait for him, but plenty of women on campus would line up to take her place.
“You taste like cranberries.”
“You taste like you’ve had a lot to drink.”
He grins again and then slides over the bed, stretching his body over mine to reach for the alcohol. I reach out and grab his wrist, stopping him before he can pick it up.
“That wasn’t an invitation for more.”
“Not for me. For you.”
“No.” I shake my head. “One of us needs to stay levelheaded.”
“Okay.” He releases the bottle, but he doesn’t move away from me, settling between my thighs instead as he looks down at me.
“Hudson…” I breathe out his name.
“I should go down to the hotel bar. Find an older woman here on business. Fuck her brains out,” he mumbles as his eyes drift over my face. “She can go home and brag about fucking some big dicked young athlete in between mergers. I can finally break this fucking celibacy streak.”
“You should,” I agree as I wrap my legs around him. My dress falls back and bunches up around my waist, exposing most of my thighs, and he looks down to study it.
“I can finally hear a woman moan who isn’t you.” His mouth is an inch away from my neck, and I can feel his warm breath dance over my skin. He rocks forward, his cock lining up with my clit, and I bite my lower lip when he grazes over me.
“Know it’s my cock making her sound like that and not my two best friends. Because I can’t touch ‘our girl.’”
The way he says “our girl” twists inside my chest. A glimpse at the broken boy underneath the constant jokes and smiles.
