Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(64)

     



 



"Are you ok?"



"I- I-" I'm stammering, my mouth opening and closing without words.



"Reagan."



Hudson's voice is sharp, and I jerk my head to stare at him; "What?"



"Are you hurt."



I shake my head quietly; "No."



"Then lets go, now."



It's not until we're outside that the shock really hits me, and suddenly  I find myself angry, and I'm angry at Hudson for some reason. I'm angry  that I needed rescuing; that somehow I need him at all. We're right by  his car when I shake my hand out of his and stop suddenly in my tracks.  Hudson turns to me and I suddenly snap; "I don't need rescuing you  know."



He frowns; "Could've fooled me, Princess."



I narrow my eyes at him; "I mean in general, I don't need you saving me  or anything. I mean I'm the normal one here, Hudson; you're the one with  all the baggage that needs rescuing."



He looks at me coolly as he steps closer to me; "Is that a fact? You think I need rescuing?"



I purse my lips and frown, crossing my arms over my chest; "Mhmm." And  then he's right in front of me, and I can feel my own body betray me at  his proximity; my pulse starting to race and my breath coming quicker.



"You know," he growls, smirking that smug smile as he leans so close to  my face that our lips are almost touching; "We'd probably get along  better if you'd just stop pretending you don't want me."



"You're fucking delusional, I don't want you at all," I sneer at him,  knowing how totally unconvincing that sounds and feeling more like I'm  trying to convince myself than him.



"Oh, so it's Chet you want in there? Is that it?"



"Shut up, you don't know what I want, Hudson." His eyes flash at me, and  he's so close to me that I could just breath and kiss him.



"Yes, I do." He growls lowly, his eyes flashing at me, and I gasp as he  takes my hand and places it against the front of his pants. He's rock  hard inside, and I can feel my own body throb with desire as I feel how  aroused he is for me. And I know he's right, too; I know he sees right  through my bullshit and little bratty outburst and sees exactly what I  want.



The side door to the museum slams open and Donald comes huffing out,  looking furious and red in the face as he starts to scream something at  Hudson.



"Get in the fucking car, Archer." He whispers into my ear, sending a  shiver right through me and making me tingle somewhere deep inside.



"Fine" I spit out, as if I'm letting him take me away, even though its the only thing in the world I want in that moment.





P A S T



I duck and weave, dancing back to try and avoid Logan's hook, but I of  course catch it in the side anyways. I can feel the sweat stinging my  eyes, and my shoulder's throbbing in that way that I know I should give  it a rest, but I know I won't. I also know that Logan's going to beat me  like he does every time we box like this, but that doesn't stop me from  putting up a fight anyways. That's pretty much the first thing he  taught after showing me how to lace up the gloves; always put up a  fight.



I swing wildly, feeling fatigued to the point of sloppiness as I swing  through air where his face used to be. He's grinning at me, looking like  he's barely out of breath as he skips away before ducking back in to  land another hit against my jaw.



"You wanna yield?" He's taunting me, and we both know it. We also both  know these little bouts of ours only end when I can't physically lift my  arm anymore or when I hit the ground too many times.



"Getting tired, old man?" I grin at him, knowing this gets right under  his skin; "I mean thirty's creeping up there buddy, I can let you go  take a breather if you wan-" I see fucking stars as his glove catches me  right above the left eye, and then the world is spinning as I land on  my back on the floor of the ring.



Bryce taps the bell, shaking his head as I turn to shake my head at him; "Nope, fuck off Hudson, I'm calling it."



"Aww com'on man! I had him!"



Logan snorts as he bends down to give me a hand up; "Oh, definitely, Hud. Closest one yet."



"Dick."



He grins at me; "Hey, someday you might even land a punch on me, which'll be the surprise of the century."



I'm swatting at him with my glove when Bryce swears under his breath; "I got one better for you."



I glance over at him, hunched over his laptop screen with his jaw  hanging open and furrow my brow; "What?" He's slowly shaking his head,  his eyes skimming whatever he's reading. "Dude, what?"



Bryce raises his head to look at us with a crooked grin on his face;  "Reagan Archer just announced her candidacy for New York State Senate."



Well, huh.



P R E S E N T



"Where the fuck are we going?"



I grit my teeth and try to stop myself from saying anything; from  telling her she's being a brat, from telling her I'm sick of this  bullshit - hell, from telling her all the shit I'm dying to tell her if I  could only figure out how.



"Hudson!" She's yelling now; "You can't just fucking kidnap me you know.  Aren't you Mr. ‘Low-Profile'? I'm pretty sure kidnapping Legislative  candidates gets you high-profile faster than you can-"



"Will you shut up?" I finally bark at her, my hands gripping the wheel  tight as we screech around a corner, narrowly missing some idiot hipster  out riding a fixie bicycle in the fucking snow.



"We're going to my place."



She frowns; "Why, you've never taken me to your place bef-"



"Because it's safe there, that's why." I turn and stare at her, our eyes  meeting with a sort of burning spark that keeps me looking at her for  far longer than I should considering I'm driving a damn car. I tear my  gaze away and accelerate around a taxi.



"Is it?" She says quietly, and when I turn back this time, her look is hungrier; more naked.



I turn back to the road, and without warning I slide my hand up high on  her thigh. I can hear her breath catch, and feel the thrum of her pulse  hot under her skin.



"Don't you dare think you're going to-"



Her words end in a gasp as I slide my hand right up under her dress to  the heated and damp fabric of her panties and I grin; "Ahh, yeah, you  don't want me at all, right?"



She bites her lip and shakes her; "Mm-mm, nope; not at all."



I gun the engine, letting the horses fucking rip under the hood as I  stroke my finger up over her panties; tracing her sex through the wet  material and relishing in the quiet moan she valiantly tries but  ultimately fails to swallow. We're speeding through streets now, the  engine roaring as I dodge cars and blow through lights. My finger slides  beneath the side of her panties and strokes her lips, and she rocks her  hips towards me.



"Still sure you don't want me?"



"Definitely," she gasps, her breathing comes ragged as I stroke my  finger through her wetness and roll my thumb over her clit. She drops  her head back and willing spreads her legs wider, and I know I've got  her close as I roar around another corner.



"Oh, well that's good then, because we're here."



I screech the car to a purr in front of my building and withdraw my  fingers from her panties. She whirls to stare at me, and the look she  gives me as her jaw drops is pure, undiluted frustration, and I love it.



"Better cover up, Senator," I say with a shit-eating grin as I nod  towards the approaching valet. Reagan scrambles to pull her skirt back  down, shooting daggers at me as I chuckle and step out of the car. I  toss the keys to Richard, the valet, outside my building and usher the  fuming Reagan through the front door. The brusqueness is to minimize the  exposure to possible photographers who might see where she's headed,  but also because I've got this insane need to be alone with her as  quickly as fucking possible. I hurry us across the glossy marble floor  of my lobby and yank her into one of the ultra-modern glass and metal  elevators. Reagan's skirt is riding high on her thigh, and as the doors  close, she starts to smooth the material down.



"Stop it."



She pauses, and looks at me sharply; "Excuse me?"



"I said leave it. Don't smooth it down."



"You can't just order me around like some sort of Lord of a castle you  know," She says tightly. But she blushes, and she doesn't pull on the  skirt anymore.



The doors close, and it's like the final stroke; the final straw on the  back. They've barely shut before I've turned and pushed her up against  the glass wall of the elevator, my lips devouring hers as she moans into  mine. The elevator begins to rise out of the bank, and as it does so,  the view behind the glass surrounding us changes to the bright lights of  the city. I grab her wrists and shove them against the wall, growling  into her as I move my lips to nip at her earlobe.