Fake Love - For Now (Big Men of Blue Mountain 3)

The thought stops me in my tracks. Where did that come from? Having sex with Hudson—with anyone—doesn’t make me complete. And yet I’ve never felt the way I do in this moment. Content and relieved and relaxed. There’s nothing that exists outside the two of us. That’s fucking amazing. Nothing has ever been able to clear the slate of my thoughts like the feeling of him.

My pussy squeezes down on him, trying to reconcile his size, it’s not doing a great job. He’s still stretching me, and I love it. Hudson nips at my lips before kissing me hard. “You feel so fucking good.”

“As good as I taste?” I joke.

“Don’t ask me to compare the two. I’ll lose my mind. Right now I don’t think I can live without either.”

My whole body shudders in response to his words, and he starts to move inside me, setting off every starburst of pleasure in my body. I still haven’t recovered from the first orgasm of the night, and my body is right there.

Hudson starts slowly—long, rolling movements of his hips that grind him into my clit each time he moves. It’s pure, sparkling pleasure. His cock is hitting places I didn’t know could feel things, the friction slowly building up heat and want.

“I hope you’re used to me,” Hudson says, voice a rough whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to fuck you, Erin.” The words are raw. Feral. And everything that I fucking want.

He barely waits for me to nod before the entirety of him is released. Hudson drives himself into me, and my vision goes white. I’m bathing in shimmering gold pleasure, falling through everything and nothing. His cock is hitting a place that sets off a firework with every fucking stroke, and all I can do is hold on. I’m so close and so far, already moaning and saying his name just like he promised that I would.

Hudson groans. I think my nails are digging into his back, and I can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop holy fuck—

Pleasure slams through my body and for brilliant moments I’m made of a thousand sparklers. Every nerve I have is alive and flooded with white-hot bliss. I don’t scream, but I come damn close. The sounds that come out of me are sounds that I’ve never heard myself make before. I’m more animal than human. The craving in my bones for more of this man isn’t something that can be denied.

I pull him closer and breathe him in. Beg him to kiss me harder and give me more of that sweet pleasure. Every thrust beyond my orgasm is laced in silver glitter.

Hudson fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. Deep strokes that reach all the way to the center of me and light me up again, and again, and again. His mouth slams down on mine as he comes, groaning into my mouth and holding himself deep.

His cock is so big that I feel his orgasm. Every pulse, and shudder. Fucking hell.

“I—”

“No.” Hudson shakes his head and presses his forehead against mine. “Not yet.”

He’s not wrong. I don’t even have the breath to speak right now. My heart is still pounding, and he’s still inside me. Instead of talking, I kiss him. In the aftermath of what we just did, the way our mouths meet seems tame in comparison. But it’s so sweet that it makes me ache. I don’t care that we’re practically strangers—I don’t want him to leave this bed.

As if he’s reading my mind, Hudson moves to pull away.

“Please don’t leave.” I hate the desperation leaking through my voice, but it’s too late.

Hudson smiles and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m not going anywhere. Just to the bathroom for a second.” He winks as he eases out of me.

I’ve been so full of him that the loss of his cock is almost painful. He notices and runs his eyes over my body before disappearing so he can take care of the condom. It’s only a minute before he’s back and he’s slipping us both under the blankets and holding me against his massive body.

I feel so small in comparison. Delicate.

Hudson strokes a hand down my spine until it rests on my ass, locking our bodies together. “I saw you wince. I should have been gentler with you.”

“Not on your fucking life,” I say.

It’s practically a growl, and he smiles. “You’re definitely not what I expected.”

“You’re exactly what I expected,” I say. “You can’t look the way you do and not be absolutely mind-blowing at sex.”

“Mind-blowing?”

“Brain-melting. Soul-altering. Too fucking good that I’m afraid that I just had the best sex that I’ll ever have.”

Hudson’s face turns into a smirk. “Good. I have something to beat then.”

“I don’t think it can be.”

“Never underestimate a man on a mission, Erin.”

I stretch, luxuriating in the warmth of both him and the fire that’s now starting to die down. “The mission will have to wait a little while.”