Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(124)

“Jesus, are you always this bossy?” I say with a grin as I begin to pull the torn blouse from my shoulders.

“Bossy?” He pulls back from lips with hungry grin on his face; “Princess, I have not even begun to show you bossy.”

I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my center and spins me around suddenly, pushing me right up against the stone railing.

“Bend over,” He growls out deeply, sending a chill down my spine.

“What? Hudson-”

“I said bend over.”

And I’m doing it. I’m holding onto the stone and bending over for him, arching my ass out towards him and almost not even being able to handle how much it turns me on that he’s bossing me around like this. I’m not one to take orders, but listening to him has me wetter than anything. His hands on are on my hips, pushing my skirt up around my waist as he hooks his fingers into the waist of my panties. I shiver as he yanks them down over my ass, pulling them off my hips and down to my knees as he kneels behind me. But my surprise quickly turns to pleasure though as I feel his mouth on my pussy. I moan and grab tightly to the railing as his tongue pushes deep inside of me, and I can feel the reverberations through my whole body as he growls into me.

He licks and eats me like a starving man, his hands grabbing tightly to my ass and pulling me against his face as he slides his tongue through my wetness. When he wraps his lips around my clit and flicks his tongue across it, it takes everything I have not to scream out over the whole estate. My hand is sliding across my breasts, pulling on my nipples as I whimper and moan and push myself back against his tongue. I know somewhere deep inside that we shouldn’t be doing this, or that someone could walk in and see us. But when he sucks my clit hard between his lips and slides a finger deep inside me, us not doing this is very quickly the very last thing on my mind.

I want all of him; right here where we came so close before. I want to feel him slide that hard cock deep inside of me and fuck me right here, and I want to cry out his name without a care in the world about who hears as I come for him. I try to pull away from him, to draw off the sensation and wait, but his strong hands hold me firmly in place and his tongue and his finger only get more insistent. And when I hear him moan into my pussy, as if the sheer act of tasting me is so erotic to him that he can’t help but let go, it’s too much, and I explode. I bite down hard on my hand, the pain lancing through me almost heightening the pleasure as I come against his mouth. And as the white moon shines down on us hidden away on our terrace, I fucking scream his name into my hand as my whole body just shatters with the pure release.





15





Hudson




P A S T



“This is fucking impossible.” I slam the laptop shut, my eyes blurred from the rows and rows of spreadsheets I’ve been staring at.

“What’s impossible?” Bryce looks at me coolly from across the office; always so calm, always so precise with his emotions in a way that I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to be.

“This,” I say, flipping the bird to the laptop in front of me.

Bryce chuckles; “Mind over machine, Hudso-”

“I’m not a fucking accountant, man.” I growl at him, standing to walk over towards the big windows looking out over the river that bears my name; or the opposite, I guess. “I mean we’re soldiers, Bryce. This?” I turn, pulling at the lapels of a suit that costs more than I used to spend on food in a year as I shake my head at him; “This isn’t us man. What the fuck was he thinking putting us in charge of shit like this?”

Bryce is quiet, looking at me pointedly in that zen way he does that’d be infuriating if he wasn’t my brother; “No one ever said you were an accountant, Hudson.”

“Ok, then what do you call looking at numbers all fucking da-”

“I call it problem solving.”

I arch my brow at him; “Excuse me?”

“Problem solving. You’re not ‘being an accountant’, Hud, you’re looking for problems and finding solutions, which is what you’re good at.”

I laugh; “You’ve met me, right?” I shake my head; “Dude, I am the problem most of the time.”

“Ok, who figured out how to get us past that roadblock on the Chinese border?”

I roll my eyes; “It’s called bribing, Bry-”

“Who got us out of that detention center in Cairo after all that shit went down where they were going to sell us to the State Department?”

“Oh, you mean the shit that went down because of me?”

He rolls his eyes; “Somalia, Angola, the DRC; dude, you’ve saved our butts like two dozen times, and it’s because you know how to think your way out of a box.”