Hudson's Luck (Forever Wilde 4)

Watching Charlie Murray lose himself to an orgasm was glorious. His entire face bloomed pink, his eyes squeezed closed, and his chest heaved even more with stuttered breaths. I smoothed my hands over his hips and around to cup his lovely ass cheeks as I gently licked up any trace of his ejaculate left behind.

After he’d caught his breath, he looked down at me in wonder.

“I wasn’t expecting that, to be honest.”

I couldn’t hold back the grin. “What do you know? It’s your lucky day. Mine too, come to think of it.”

“Mm, a little luck o’ the Irish in ya, is that right?” Charlie’s eyes sparkled with teasing.

“I guess so, although I wouldn’t mind having a bigger luck of the Irish in me later,” I said brazenly, glancing back down at his spent cock.

Charlie looked shocked. “Surely you jest.”

I felt my own face heat up and tried to ignore my still-pounding dick. “I’ve been thinking about it. Don’t know if I could take you, but I’d like to try sometime.” I couldn’t quite meet his eyes as I said it. “Or not. I don’t know what you prefer.”

Charlie reached down and tilted my chin up until I was forced to meet his eyes. They were almost full black with just the slightest mossy-green ring around the pupils.

“Oh, I’d prefer it all right. My cock in your virgin arse? Christ, Hudson. Just the thought of it is getting me hard again already.”

His voice was a sexy low rumble that went straight to my own seriously pissed-off erection. My ass clenched at the thought of him breaching me, and I felt the sudden nerves I might somehow disappoint him.

“Can I spend the night with you in the bunkhouse tonight?” I asked, trying desperately not to get my hopes up.

“Unless you want to explain to Darci why there is a naked Irishman in your cabin, I think that would be a good idea.”

I mentally thanked my four-leaf clover for the incredible luck of meeting Charlie Murray.

30

Charlie

Charlie’s Words To Live By:

There’s nothing better than casual sex.

Watching Hudson stammer and stutter around his brother was the highlight of my morning.

“Why are your ears so red?” Nico asked him.

“What? They’re not red. I’m hot. They’re red because it’s hot in here. What does Saint keep the heat set to? Where is Saint? Is he out of town? Still on that same job? What does—”

I reached a hand over and squeezed his thigh underneath the kitchen table. “Maybe it’s the coffee. Why don’t you wait a bit and let it cool?”

Hudson flashed me a look that was half-panic, half-relief. There was no way we were making it back to Hobie without beans being spilled.

I tried to take the focus off him. “Nico, I was thinking about getting some ink. Do you think you can fit me in sometime this—”

Hudson cut in. “What? Why? What kind of tattoo? I thought you didn’t want any ink?”

Nico and West exchanged a look while I turned to glare at my idiotic… what? Friend? Lover? Coworker? None of those felt right. But I cared about him enough to try and get him out of this mess.

“Hudson, I don’t tell you everything, all right? We work together—why would I tell you about getting a tattoo?”

Another look exchanged between West and Nico, only this time I felt noticeable hurt coming off the gorgeous man to my right. Jesus. I couldn’t win.

Nico cleared his throat. “Sure, man. Just stop by anytime and we can talk about what you want. Is it something small or a bigger piece?”

I didn’t want to go into detail in mixed company, so I just replied, “Small and simple. No worries.”

The next few minutes were so awkward I wanted to scream. Apparently I wasn’t the only person who felt the same way.

“Jesusfuckingchrist, are you going to make me ask?” West blurted after serving four plates of eggs and toast. “Is something going on between you two?”

Hudson gagged on his eggs, and I tried my best not to roll my eyes at the dramatics. But I faithfully kept my mouth shut and let him handle it.

When he finally got a hold of himself, Hudson glared at his brother. “Two men can share a bed without sleeping together. I mean, they’d be sleeping together technically, but they wouldn’t be having sex. Necessarily. What I mean is—”

Nico sighed and turned to West. “See? I told you. When have you ever seen him like this? It’s adorable.”

“Oh dear god,” Hudson muttered, dropping his face into his hands.

“Your brother and I only shared a bed last night, if that’s what you’re wondering. We were dressed the entire time,” I said, carefully sidestepping the complete truth.

“Then why does he get so weird around you?” West asked.

“Fuck,” Hudson groaned.

“Because I make him uncomfortable,” I replied, flying by the seat of my pants. “He thought I was a woman when he first saw me, and I think he’s so worried about offending me, he—”