Hudson groans, swirling his tongue faster around my clit and using his fingers to fuck me in that exact spot. The world falls open like an earthquake—I’m exposed to the core of everything, pleasure seizing me and shaking me until I’m not even sure who I am anymore.
There’s so much fucking pleasure that I can’t even release the screams that are building in my chest. I’m taut and stretched, arched and balanced, hovering in the precious burst of light before I collapse through the pleasure and come back to earth.
I heave in a breath and stare at Hudson, who’s watching me with dark, lust-filled eyes. His mouth shines in the firelight. Shines with me. That alone is enough to turn me on again.
“I am very, very glad that you asked me to have a drink,” I tell him, voice rough and strained.
“Me too.”
Hudson stands and leans down to lift me off the ground. I don’t stop him as he carries me into the tent and lays me down. We both know what’s about to happen, and there’s no reason to say anything. All we do is kiss. Darker, deeper kisses than the ones that we shared this afternoon.
Just like earlier today, when Hudson’s hands are on me, all my anxiety that tends to grab me and hold me captive falls away. Nothing about my future or my parents matters—all I can feel is him. And that is incredible.
I’ve never had that. Ever. No matter what I’m doing or thinking, there’s always something else that I’m thinking about. I don’t stop moving, always going toward the next thing, always worrying about the next step in the plan.
Not tonight. Tonight I’m just going to let Hudson love me.
Love me.
He rolls a condom on, and we both groan when he presses into my pussy. He’s so fucking big and I’m aching from being used by him so much. And I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to fucking stop.
My voice finally makes itself heard, falling out of me in gasps as he pushes all the way in. He settles inside me, and I savor that feeling of complete fullness. Curling my legs up, I wrap my legs all the way around him so that I feel him even deeper.
Having Hudson’s cock so deep feels like a brand. Like it’s life-altering and I can never go back. And when he starts to move. To fuck. Slamming into me so hard that I can’t breathe, my mind spins full of possibilities.
What would it be like to always have this? Impossible chemistry and pleasure coupled with calming influence? What would it be like to really be engaged to Hudson and know that this would never end, and we’d have forever?
And why is that what I’m thinking about right now?
But now that I’ve had the thought, I can’t stop it. I’ve never connected with anyone like this before, and obviously I’ve never had sex like this before. Even as I think the thought, the friction of Hudson’s cock drives me higher into my second orgasm, and I let him hear it, begging for more.
He gives it to me. I’m shaking around him, squeezing down onto his cock. Begging.
This kind of thing doesn’t happen this fast. It can’t. It’s not actually possible. Is it?
Don’t be silly, Erin. Love at first sight doesn’t exist.
At the same time, the feeling echoes around in my chest over and over. What if? What if?
I wrap myself around Hudson’s body, urging him harder and faster, until I break around him with a scream that shakes the walls of the tent and pours out into the empty night around us. He comes a second later, matching my voice with his own, and emotion hits me out of nowhere.
What the fuck am I doing? Did I stumble into something I desperately needed without knowing it? I already feel myself getting pulled in too far and too deep. What happens when we have to break up and I’m the one who’s going to be heartbroken?
The kiss that Hudson presses to my lips erases my fear, just like I knew it would, and I push everything aside. I let him wrap me up in his arms, and I let myself fade into luxurious, perfect, sleep.
12
Hudson
The light of morning seeps through the walls of the tent, and I am in so much trouble.
When Leo fell in love with Diana, it seemed fast. Impossibly fast. But I shrugged it off because when you know, you know, and they seemed perfect for each other.
Then Asher married Rose, and even though it wasn’t for a good reason, it stuck. And I kept smiling because they were my friends, and when people you love get that lucky, you don’t ask questions.
But there’s no way that lightning strikes three times like this.
Unless it has.
Because right now I feel like my life is unravelling and being put together all at the same time. Erin is lying across my chest, breathing deeply, still asleep. And waking up with her like this fills me with a certainty and comfort that I’ve never had before.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not questioning where I am or what I’m doing. I’m not worried about everything that’s changing or how I fit into this new world that I’m not used to, because Erin—making sure she feels safe and protected—gives me a focus that I’ve been missing.
I knew that I was lonely. But I hadn’t realized exactly how lonely until I said it out loud to her. And Asher yesterday, with his laughing and telling me that love hits hard. I’m starting to think that he might be right. And frankly, that’s terrifying.
There’s way too much attachment to this woman for it to even be real. But I don’t care. Especially when her body is stretched across mine,
