Hudson's Luck (Forever Wilde 4)

He turned back toward me and leaned into my body, nestling his face in my neck and nipping at the skin there.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Hudson,” he mumbled against my skin. “This must be very strange for you, yet here you are sucking cock like you’ve been doing it from birth. Well done, you.”

I barked out a laugh and pinched his ass.

“Call me a cocksucker one time and I’ll make that pinch hurt worse next time,” I promised.

He leaned his head back to fake a look of innocence. “But technically you are one, right?”

I rolled him over and wriggled my fingertips between his ribs in retaliation. His screeching and laughing led us to wrestle around on the bed, tickling and humping each other until we found ourselves turned head to foot. By the time I realized I was in the middle of my first sixty-nine, I was basically fucking Charlie’s face while gagging on his cock.

The Hudson Wilde who’d mastered vanilla-flavored missionary sex with a string of sweet girlfriends was long gone, and I didn’t dare wonder who the hell this sex-crazed man was who’d taken his place.

Hudson’s Words To Live By: (Take Three)

Oral sex is like competitive sports. Go big or go home.

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Charlie

Charlie’s Words To Live By:

Fuck Forever Man.

After the second pair of orgasms, it took us a while to catch our breath. Any trace of alcohol buzz had long since worn off, and I got up to fetch a bottle of water on the desk.

“Want some?” I asked, returning to the bed. The duvet was piled up in a messy heap at the bottom of the bed, and Hudson lay sprawled out under just a thin white sheet. His hair looked like he’d gone hillwalking in a stiff wind.

He sat up and leaned against the headboard before accepting the bottle. “Thanks.”

“Feeling okay?” I asked. “No regrets?”

Hudson swallowed a few sips. When he handed back the bottle and looked up at me, his eyes were intense.

“I regret you’re not in this bed with me right now.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

I set down the water and climbed onto his lap, straddling him again the way I had in the chair earlier.

“Better?”

“Mm. Much.” He kissed me softly and ran his fingers through my hair. “Your hair is the first thing I noticed about you. Did I tell you that already?”

“Not in so many words. With you it was those eyes. They kill me,” I admitted. “They make me want to do things to you, Hudson.”

“I give you permission to do things to me as soon as I recover from the last time,” he said with an enthusiastic grin.

His hands kept playing with my hair, and it was putting me into a trance. “I take it you’ve never had the luxury of playing with a man’s long hair before,” I teased.

He chuckled softly. “A man’s? Definitely not. I’ll just add that to the list.”

“What list?” My own fingers found the edges of his hair on the back of his neck and began returning the favor. I ran blunt nails lightly along his scalp until he hummed in pleasure.

“The list of things I thought I’d never do.”

I rolled off him and lay on my side next to him. He slid down to mirror my position so we were facing each other, heads on separate pillows. I reached for one of his hands to thread my fingers through it. Part of me was laughing at myself for acting like he was my boyfriend instead of a hookup, but I wasn’t experienced enough with casual sex to know how to behave with a one-off.

“What’s something else you think you’ll never do?” I asked.

Hudson thought for a minute. “I mean, besides the obvious ones like murder… I guess… I don’t think I’d ever quit my job without having another one lined up. What else? Run away from my family. Deliberately let someone down. Those are probably the biggest ones. What about you?”

“Mmm, probably leave Ireland. Certainly I wouldn’t turn my back on my family which means never leaving Fig and Bramble either. I’ll protect our heritage with everything I have.”

Hudson seemed to pale. “Wait, what? You’re related to Devlin Murray?”

My stomach dropped as I realized I hadn’t told him I was a Murray. Why had I thought that was a good idea?

I winced. “I’m his nephew. My dad and Dev own the company jointly. But my dad recently remarried and fucked off to Brazil, leaving Uncle Dev with power of attorney.”

Hudson fell onto his back, pulling his hand out of mine and putting his arm over his face. “I didn’t know.” His voice sounded hollow. “So when you sounded so proud of the inn’s history it was because…”

“It’s my family legacy. My dad still owns the majority share, so when he passes, the business comes to me. I’m the heir for what that’s worth.”