Dawn of Love (Brothers Freed 3)

Five minutes later we’re in the water, both of us holding onto the ladder fixed to the back of theboat.

“Are you ready to give it a try?” Hudson asks. His hair is slicked back from the water, tiny droplets running in rivulets over his skin. Even with a snorkel mask on he’s stilldelicious.

“Are you kidding me? I’m itching to take alook.”

“Then let’s do this.” Hudson puts the snorkel in his mouth and gives me a thumbs-up sign. I pull the goggles over my eyes and do the same, nodding to him that I’m ready. He pushes off the side of the boat, keeping his head above water, and waits for me to join him. Once I do, he takes my hand and we both place our faces under thesurface.

I am so stunned by what I see that it takes me a moment for my brain to catch up. Beneath us, a beautiful, multicoloured bed of coral is home to an abundance of bright fish that move and weave below us, oblivious to the two intruders floating about them. I squeeze Hudson’s hand and point to a large fish that looks like a rainbow, its scales shimmering like iridescent pearls in the underwater light. I have never seen such beauty before. Hudson and I remain like that for a long time, happy and content for this glimpse into a world that is so very different from our own. Eventually, my stomach rumbles and then my need to eat and drink outweighs my need to stay just where I am. Tipping upright, I wait for Hudson to do the same. He breaks the surface of the water, pulling out his mouthpiece and lifting up hisgoggles.

“You okay?” heasks.

“I’m more than okay, this is possiblythebest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m starving and a littlethirsty.”

“Then let’s grab something to eat. There’s a picnic in the cool box on theboat.”

We swim to the ladder and climb out of the water. Hudson hands me a towel and I pull off my snorkelling gear and dry myself off whilst he grabs the cool box. Spreading a blanket across the bottom of the boat, Hudson pulls out an array of food. There’s pots filled with sliced fruit, seafood salad, and noodledishes.

“Wow, this looks delicious. When did you do all this?” I ask, settling down on the blanket and grabbing a bottle of water. Opening the lid, I take a sip, relishing the cold liquid as it slides down mythroat.

“I must confess, I didn’t do any of it. The hotel restaurant prepared it all for me,” hesays.

“Well, it’s lovely. Thanks, Hudson,” I say, almost shyly. We eat in comfortable silence, enjoying the sweet fruit and delicioussalads.

Hudson leans against the side of the boat and stretches his legs out, his plate empty and tummy full. He closes his eyes and tips his head to the sun, completely at ease in my company. I glance at his toned chest, the smattering of hair in the middle and the soft down of it on his lower stomach. I have the sudden itch to touch him, to run my fingers against his sun-kissed skin. Knowing exactly what I want, I take the opportunity to untie my bikini top. It slips from my skin, freeing my breasts. The sun is deliciously warm across my sea-salted skin and a low thrum of desire sparks in my groin at the thought of what I am about to do. Shifting as carefully as possible, I crawl towards Hudson and straddle his lap. His eyes startle open as I place the palm of my hand against hischest.

“Hi,” Isay.

“Hey,” he responds. A beautiful smile almost as dazzling as the sun erupts across his face. “Hudson, make love to me,” I whisper, leaning in so I can press my lips against his. His cock hardens in response as he leans in close, his fingertips brushing back my tangled hair from myface.

“Baby, every second of every day if I could,” he says, before pressing his mouth against mine. I can taste the sweet tang of fruit and the salt of the sea on his lips. We kiss slowly, languidly, knowing we have all day to explore each other. Knowing that out here on the ocean we will be undisturbed. It makes mebold.

Pulling away from him I stand. The boat rocks slightly and Hudson grips my hips to steady me. He looksup.

“May I?” he asks, his fingers hovering over the straps of my bikinibottoms.

“Do you really need toask?”

He grins as his fingers pull at the ties. My bikini bottoms fall to his lap and he chucks them to oneside.

“Look at you. When did I ever get so lucky?” he says, gazing up atme.

I don’t answer because I can’t. The feel of Hudson’s lips against me forces all sense from my thoughts, all words from my brain, and all composure from my lips. Out here on the ocean with no one about us but the fish swimming beneath the waves and the odd bird flying above, I let my inhibitions go, rocking against the warm expertise of his mouth. Spots of light start to blur my vision as Hudson sucks, licks and fucks me with his mouth and fingers. A thousand nerve endings are firing under his touch and I want more. I want friction. I want to let it all go. I spread my legs wider, tangle my hands in his hair and pull him against me, forcing his mouth closer, his tongue deeper. Hudson doesn’t let up, he understands what I need, he takes me to the edge, and with one last firm press of his tongue I ride the wave of my orgasm, my core pulsating around his fingers. I am slick, open and wanting but it still isn’t enough. I need more. I want more. I want his fire, his passion. I want his damn cock. My legs begin to shake with the aftershock and I collapse into his arms, not able to keep myself upright a momentlonger.

Hudson draws me tightly against his chest with one arm, and with the other swipes the content of our picnic to the side. Then he lays me down on the blanket, wriggles out of his swim shorts and settles his whole length againstme.

“I love the way you kiss me, touch me. I love the way you make me feel,” I say, running my fingertips against his shoulder blades. There’s a smattering of freckles scattered across the surface, I hadn’t noticed them before. Being in the sun has made themdarker.

Hudson brushes his lips against mine, then he lowers his mouth to the soft curve of my neck. “You have the softest skin. It’s like silk. Damn it, butterfly, you intoxicateme.”

Our eyes lock and there is innate understanding in his. Right now, we both want to lose ourselves to each other, blocking out everything until there is only the white noise of our pulses increasingy steadily. It isn’t about the sex, more about the connection. A joining of two people who, through shared experience and blossoming love, call to one another in the middle of anocean.

Hudson doesn’t take his eyes off my face as he enters me with a firm thrust. He fills me with the length and width of his cock. He doesn’t wait for my body to adjust around him, he knows I am ready, that I am wanting, and by God do I wanthim.

Hard.

Firm.

Fast.

Slow.

Sweet.

Soft.

Always, any way, as long as we are together, joined as one. Hudson allows himself the freedom to let go completely and irrevocably, and here, bobbing on the waves, we make love surrounded by nothing but the vast ocean and the call of the ternsoverhead.