Page 102 of Wrecking Us
Like quitting my damn job so I can spend more time with him.
About fucking him and telling him how much I love him…
I miss him so fucking much and every day that goes by it’s more noticeable. It’s like a void I can’t fill; a festering ache that won’t let up until I get my damn hands on him.
I scan the crowd filing out from the ramp, looking for him. He’s not hard to spot—not with his Wolves T-shirt and his big, wide eyes and tense shoulders.
“Huds!” I call out, and he looks my way immediately, that wide-eyed look turning to something brighter. Hudson’s lips turn up into a genuine grin that could melt ice, and I sprint over to him and hug him. He wraps his arms around me so tight, I think I might stop breathing if he doesn’t let up. His body tenses as he sucks in a breath, noting a couple folks walking around us giving us weird looks. I hold him a little tighter, too. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Not because I’m ashamed or embarrassed, but because how much of an asshole do you have to be to be offended by people you don’t even know?
“You okay?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. I’ll be better when we get away from all these people,” he says, a shiver running through him. “It’s really fucking loud.”
I nod as Hudson looks up at me and lets out a heavy breath as I move for his suitcase with one hand and grab his hand with the other. His palm is sweaty, and he holds my hand tight, so I give him a squeeze and lead him through the busy airport as fast as I can. I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to. I want Hudson Daniels all to myself for the next three days.
We manage to get through the crowds relatively quickly, and once we get to my car, Hudson lets go of my hand, his mouth opening wide.
“What?” I ask as I toss his duffel in the backseat. “Something wrong?”
He glances from me to the car and raises an eyebrow.
“No, I just… you usually rent SUVs.”
I grin as I open the passenger door of the Mustang.
“Gotta spend my money on something,” I say with a wink. “It was either this or sneakers, and I’d never be able to hold a candle to Andre’s sneaker collection.”
Hudson grins and gets in. “Uh huh, sure.”
I settle my hand on his thigh as he leans back, the hot breeze rustling his hair. With the bright golden hour sun, his sharp profile, and long eyelashes standing out against the light, I can’t help but steal as many glances as I can, taking in his defined, pale arms jutting out from his tight blue shirt. He might be pale now, but he’ll have a gorgeous tan by the time he leaves. Of course, he catches me staring at him at a red light, giving me a devilish grin, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he carefully reaches over and settles his hand on my thigh, and the light turns green.
I hit the gas and drive off, but nearly brake when I feel his hand slideupmy thigh, toward my cock. And then his fingers graze the head of my cock through my athletic shorts and I flash him a wide-eyed gaze of my own.
“Huds…”
“You can tell me to stop,” he says nonchalantly, but I see the glint of mischief in his eyes. “If you can’t handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it,” I say, a grin splitting my face in challenge.
Hudson’s hand moves to cup my stiffening cock through my shorts, and I press the gas a little harder.
He chuckles, his fingers deftly stroking me and I fight to keep my eyes trained on the road. Heat blooms across my skin, and it’s not just from the sun.
“Are you sure about that?”
His hand starts to build a rhythm as I pull up to another red light and a car pulls up next to us. I panic, heat flooding my cheeks as I glance at Hudson, worried the driver will somehow look over here, but Hudson doesn’t stop. He quickens his pace, and I feel my insides twist, my balls starting to get tight.
Oh, fuck.
Why is this so hot?
The light turns green, and I take off like a bat out of hell. I switch lanes and merge onto the beach road. I come to a stop to let a group of beachgoers cross the street, and Hudson leans over, his lips finding mine swiftly, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I kiss him back as someone blares their horn, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment as I drive off, Hudson laughing as I curse. And then he squeezes my damn cock and just… lets go.
“Fuck…” I hiss as I give Hudson a knowing glare.
He has the audacity to look at me innocently like he doesn’t know what he did.
“Asshole,” I bite. He grins.
