Realizing that Hudson hadn’t responded, he gave her a sidelong glance and elaborated. “I want to know what you’re hiding, and I’m not giving you a damn thing until I find out what it is.”
Anger flashed across her face. Anger, and a helluva lot of lust.
“I will get the truth from you,” he said softly. “You know I will. But until then… watching you get yourself off is a start.”
Her expression filled with alarm. “A start to what?”
“To finding out who you are.” Connor shrugged. “You learn a lot about someone when they’re panting in orgasm.”
Her brows knitted. “How does that teach you anything?”
“If you don’t know the answer to that, then you’re lying about more than I thought.”
Hudson fell silent, shifting her attention to the slick bodies writhing all around them. He heard her labored breathing. Saw her squirming on the stool from the corner of his eye. Then there was a flash of movement, and he hissed in approval when he realized where her hand had gone.
“There you go, baby.” He murmured his encouragement as she undid her pants. “Make yourself feel good.”
She let out a breath, her fingers trembling as she slowly pulled her zipper down. When she delicately slipped her hand inside her pants, Connor nearly ordered her to take them off altogether. Her panties too. He wanted her to spread her legs so he could see her. So everyone could see her.
But there was something to be said for the unseen too. The erotic motion of her hand beneath her waistband. The way it curved over her mound, the way her hips bumped up to meet it.
He felt more than one person staring at them, turning to find Rylan’s blue-eyed gaze fixated on Hudson’s hand. Even as he met the wild thrusts of the woman impaled on his cock, Rylan looked at Connor and lifted a brow in blatant invitation. An offer for Connor to join them, to bring Hudson along for the ride.
Connor gave a slight shake of his head before focusing on Hudson. “Look at Rylan, baby. Look at how much he’s enjoying what you’re doing to yourself.”
“I’d rather look at you,” she said in a hoarse voice.
Their gazes held, and he nearly gave in and launched himself at her. He loved seeing a woman veering toward the brink of orgasm. The unbridled pleasure in her eyes, the noises she made. But something about this woman got him hotter than usual. His cock was an iron spike in his pants. He ached to take it out and stroke it, but he knew Hudson would like it too much, and he had no intention of giving her anything until he got what he wanted.
He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “I bet you’re wishing that I were the one touching you right now. You’re wishing my fingers were rubbing that hot little clit, aren’t you?”
Her breathing quickened.
“Are you wet? Would my cock be soaked right now if I put it inside you?”
Her eyes went out of focus as she moaned in abandon. Her hand moved faster, but he knew she wasn’t fingering herself. She couldn’t, not when her pants were still on.
Christ, he wanted her naked. He wanted to shove his fingers inside her and fuck her with them while she stroked herself. But he kept his hands to himself, curled them into fists and pressed them on either side of the stool to avoid temptation.
Rylan was still watching Hudson. So were several other men, including Lennox, who met Connor’s eyes with a grin of approval.
Lennox’s door was always open to Connor and the others, and he asked for nothing in return except for backup when it was needed. That was how it worked in the free land. Barter and trade worked fine for material things; the rest of the time outlaws dealt in favors. Lennox didn’t call in his favors often, though. Or at least not often enough to justify how much time Connor and his boys spent at this joint. So even though he hadn’t brought Hudson here for Lennox, he was glad the man was enjoying the show.
Hudson made a helpless sound that went straight to Connor’s cock. Shit, sometimes he wished he did think with his dick. At least then he could be inside her right now, fucking them both blind.
When she curled her fingers over the edge of her stool, he tsked in disapproval and grabbed her hand. Hudson jerked as if he’d shot her, her expression a haze of passion.
“So many sexy things you can be holding on to, and you choose the chair?” He tsked again, then moved her hand to her breast and covered her knuckles with his palm, forcing her to squeeze the perky mound.
A breathy cry left her lips, and then her hand moved beneath his, rubbing her nipple in slow, light strokes.