Bang (Club Deep #3)

I have to get out of here. It’s too much. I don’t want to think about how many times I may have missed out on something because someone else convinced me I wasn’t good enough or it just ‘wasn’t the way we do things.’ The only thing I can possibly think of that will make me forget about this is Club Deep. I have to go. I have to be there. I have to lose myself. I can only hope that Hudson isn’t so pissed that I left and ignored him that he won’t see me.

For this, I need an outfit I’ve been saving for something special.

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The outfit I’ve chosen is nothing but straps. It barely covers the essentials and is super hot. And given the fun that we’ve had with straps over the past month, I think that Hudson will like it.

John looks surprised when he sees me, talking into his radio before I’ve even made it all the way to the door. “Upstairs,” he says. “In the private room.”

I nod. It’s the room that I last saw him in. I have a feeling that Hudson and I will have some things to say to each other, and it’s probably better if we don’t say them in the club. He has every right to be angry. I basically disappeared. I hadn’t planned on coming back. I think he knows that.

The room is quiet and empty when I get there. I kept my coat with me this time. I think a dramatic reveal might be appropriate for this outfit. The door opens and Hudson comes in. He doesn’t come to me. He’s angry. I can see it in his face and the way he’s holding himself, entirely tense.

“Hi,” I say.

“Why are you here?”

That’s not the question that I expected. “I’m not sure.”

“You disappeared. Not a word. You didn’t answer my calls. After a month of seeing each other—having sex with each other—almost every single day, I can only think that you were trying to break it off.”

“I was.”

The look on his face, the devastation, it hurts. “Why?”

“Because I thought it was better this way. I thought it was better if you didn’t get to know me outside the club.”

“That’s—” I hold up a hand to stop him.

“I’ve figured some stuff out in the last day. Some stuff about myself and my family. That how I see myself might not be…correct. And I realized that I wanted to come back. I wanted to be the person that I was here, that confident person that I was with you. I wanted to lose myself tonight. I shouldn’t have come, but I didn’t feel like I could stay away.”

“Yes, you should have come. You should never have left,” he says. “I want you. All of you. Not just this.”

“I’m not sure that I’m ready for that. But I am ready for you.” I pull open the coat and drop it, and his eyes go wide at the lingerie I’m wearing, that’s little more than nothing.

His gaze follows the straps down to where my pussy is wet for him and back up to my face. “I want to talk about this more, Christine.”

I take a step forward. “We can talk about it more. After.”

His face hardens, and I see that familiar look of lust on his face. “Fine. If I can’t convince you that we should go further, I can show you why you should stay with me here.” He tears off his clothes and I watch his perfect, glorious body appear. He scoops me up off the floor and tumbles me onto the bed, body coming down hard on top of me. The animal energy in him calls to me. I know that he’d never hurt me. All the same, we’re rough with each other. I scrape my nails down his back, and his teeth dig into my shoulder as he touches me. He turns me onto my stomach, pushing my legs open with his knees and I hear the familiar sound of foil.

Hudson shoves in roughly, and I groan because I’ve missed the feeling of him inside me. His body pushes mine into the mattress as he fucks me. That’s what it is. This isn’t just sex, it’s raw and powerful, and it shakes me to my core. I’m panting, wanting more. His hands are on my wrists holding me down as he pounds in, and as he takes me, I can hear his voice in my ear. “You can’t get this anywhere else, and you love it. You love me fucking you like you’re mine. And I love fucking you like this. How could you just disappear like that, without even giving me a chance.” His words disappear into what’s almost a growl, and he thrusts harder, faster.