Crude: A Stepbrother Romance (44 page)

“I was a
mess
, Reagan,” He says gruffly, a tightness to his voice; “I was broken and I didn’t want you to get dragged into my-“

“You know what Hudson?
Fuck
you- it’s not
that!
” I’m desperately trying to keep it together and not let myself fly off the handle, but it feels like the whole stupid thing is about to give way. I feel my throat tighten, catching my breath in my throat; “It’s not
even
that you wound me up and left me feeling like a stupid little girl-”. My chest burns and my eyes sting as I glare at him, standing there with his smoldering gaze just
burning
into me; “I mean what was the
point
of pretending you even
liked
me like that for all that time Hudson?” I’m crying now and telling him this, and basically doing everything I
don’t
do as I just spill everything; “What was the
point
of making me feel like I was special or like you even
wanted
me?”

“Jesus, Reagan, because I-“

“I saw you!” Tears are rolling down my cheeks, fueled by the memory of him driving away all those years before; “I
fucking saw you
leaving with that girl, OK?” My breath hitches as I try and fight the tears; “And after nothing even happened with us, you went off and gloated to everyone that you fucked the boss’s daughter anyways!”

His face crumbles into a frown; “Reagan, what the fuck are you
talking
abou-”

“ ‘
A girl like that is just another place to get your dick wet
’, right Hudson? That’s what you fucking said,
right
?” Hudson’s face is tight and his eyes are flashing fire at me he takes a step forward and reaches for me, but I rip my arm away and turn away from him; “No, forget this, and
fuck
you, Hudson; fuck this whole thing, just leave me alo-”

He grabs me, his grip tight on my arm, and I gasp as I feel him pull me around and yank me against his chest; “Will you
listen to me!
” He growls.

I can feel my heart leap into my throat as he holds me tight against him, and I fall
right
into those eyes as the smell of him and the feel of his hands on my skin just draw me right in. “Don’t
touch
me!” But I know my fight is gone the second I find myself in his arms, and I’m not stopping him.
 

He shoves me back against the ivy-covered wall behind me, his body so close to mine that I can feel his heat; “I gave that girl a ride home because she was wasted, and her boyfriend was being an asshole.”

“Oh,
please
; fucking
save me
the bullshit Hudso-”

“
Logan
.” He growls out; “
Logan
was her boyfriend. They fought, she was drunk, and I was going back to New York anyways;
that’s
why she was in my car.”

His eyes pierce into me, and I’m trying to fight the cooling effect they’re having on my temper because I
need
to be mad; I
need
to scream at him and tell him I hate him because if I don’t I’ll explode. “You- you
told
that group of guys that we-!”

“You didn’t hear the whole thing, did you.” The winter wind whips up over the terrace, and I shiver against him. “Those guys were a bunch of douchebag finance assholes who worked for Archer Holdings, and I bumped into them after I told Logan I’d take his girl home.” His eyes narrow as if he’s remembering the moment, and he sort of looks through me as he talks; “They were all bullshitting around, talking about girls and their conquests or whatever, when one of them said something about a pool they all had about sleeping with one of the Archer girls.” Hudson’s face glowers darkly, and his eyes flash with a fierce emotion; “One little prick said something especially foul about you, and yeah, what I
said
was; ‘
if you think
a girl like that is just another place to get your dick wet,
we’re going to have a problem
’ ”. Hudson’s eyes bore fiercely into mine; “I’m guessing you left before I told him I’d push him off the fucking roof if I ever heard him talk about you or your sisters like that again.”

I stare at him, feeling the heat of his palms on my skin in stark contrast to the chill in the air around us. I want to believe him -  desperately want to believe him, by I’m still hanging onto that hate; that feeling of betrayal. I roll my eyes and sneer at him; “Oh,
right
, and you expect me to believe-”

“
Goddamnit
, Reagan,” He snarls at me, his face strained and tight, and suddenly I know I’m watching that armor drop away and I’m seeing the
real
Hudson; “Do you have any fucking idea how hard it was to walk away from you?” He says softly; “How could you think I’d-”

“Because thats
you
! That’s
just
fucking
like you
, Hudson!”

“Not since you!” He barks.

“What the
hell
is that suppose to me-”

“Jesus, Reagan for once will you just shut the fuck up.” And then he’s kissing me, his lips crashing into mine hard as he presses me up against the stone behind me, and I feel my whole body fall into him

But I yank myself back from him somehow, and before I can think it through, I’m smacking him across the face; “I’m not going to be just another notch you know!”And this time,
I’m
kissing
him
, smothering that look of wild bewilderment and primal fury on his face as I kiss him with everything I have. I feel his strong arms tighten around my waist, pulling me hard against him, and I moan into his mouth as I feel the throbbing between his legs pressing hotly against me.

“You could never be ‘just another’ anything, Reagan Archer,” He growls into my kiss; “You couldn't be even if you tried.” And when he kisses me again, the whole world disappears around us.
 

I grind into him, whimpering into his mouth as I feel his body hard against mine and feel his hands slide down to cup my ass. I’m shoving aside the voice inside my head that’s screaming at what a
terrible
idea all of this is, trying to smother it as Hudson smothers my mouth with his lips. I shouldn’t be kissing him like this, or moaning into his mouth as his hands grab my ass, or arching my back and rocking my pelvis against the thick hardness of his cock pressing at the front of his pants. No, I
definitely
shouldn’t be doing any of those things; not here, not now, and
definitely
not with Hudson Banks.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this!” I whimper out, moaning as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.

“We should
definitely
be doing this,” He growls softly; “I can’t even tell you what I wanted to do with you the last time we were up here,” He says hotly into my ear, sending shivers through my whole body.
 

Oh, I want to know
everything
he wanted to do with me; everything he
wants
to do with me; “Show me,” I whisper out, my voice heavy with lust, and I’m shocked at my own words even as true as they are.

He’s yanking my prim and proper jacket off of me, and I’m shrugging it off my shoulders as I moan into his kiss. “Well,
this
, for one,” He
tears
my conservative blouse apart, sending the buttons scattering and making me gasp at the ferocity of him as I arch my back towards him as I feel his hands sliding over the thin lace of my bra, making my nipples pucker into hard points under his touch. His mouth slides down my neck, nipping at my skin as he kisses over the tops of my breasts. I whimper as he yanks my bra down, baring my nipples to his hungry eyes, and then I cry out as his lips wrap around one rosy nub; his tongue darting across and sending jolts of electricity shooting through my whole body.

I arch my back and thrust my chest out towards him, gasping as his mouth sucks at my sensitive nipples; “Th- that’s all you’ve been waiting five years to do?” I moan out, biting my lip as my hands running up the muscles of his arm. He answers with his hand sliding up the inside of thigh, and I whimper as he pushes my conservative skirt up around my waist as his fingers find my heat.

“No,
Princess
,” He says with heat in his voice as he brings his head up to stare into my eyes; “That is
far
from the only thing I’ve wanted to do to you for the last five fucking years.”

He growls as his fingers slide beneath the edge of my soaking wet panties and slide through my folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he husks into my lips, and I gasp, my hands clutching at his arm muscles as he pushes a finger inside. I kiss him with a ferocity as I feel him curl his finger inside of me, stroking that special place just inside and making me whimper and moan for him. No one has ever spoken to me like that before, and the barbaric
animalism
of it has me desperate for more.

“Take off your shirt for me,” he says thickly, punctuating his words with a curl of his finger.

“Jesus, are you always this bossy?” I say with a grin as I begin to pull the torn blouse from my shoulders.

“Bossy?” He pulls back from lips with hungry grin on his face; “Princess, I have not even
begun
to show you bossy.”

I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my center and spins me around suddenly, pushing me right up against the stone railing.
 

“Bend over,” He growls out deeply, sending a chill down my spine.

“What? Hudson-“

“I said
bend over
.”

And I’m doing it. I’m holding onto the stone and bending over for him, arching my ass out towards him and almost not even being able to handle how much it turns me on that he’s bossing me around like this. I’m
not
one to take orders, but listening to him has me wetter than anything. His hands on are on my hips, pushing my skirt up around my waist as he hooks his fingers into the waist of my panties. I shiver as he yanks them down over my ass, pulling them off my hips and down to my knees as he kneels behind me. But my surprise quickly turns to pleasure though as I feel his mouth on my pussy. I moan and grab tightly to the railing as his tongue pushes deep inside of me, and I can feel the reverberations through my whole body as he growls into me.
 

He licks and eats me like a starving man, his hands grabbing tightly to my ass and pulling me against his face as he slides his tongue through my wetness. When he wraps his lips around my clit and flicks his tongue across it, it takes everything I have not to scream out over the whole estate. My hand is sliding across my breasts, pulling on my nipples as I whimper and moan and push myself back against his tongue. I know somewhere deep inside that we shouldn’t be doing this, or that someone could walk in and
see us
. But when he sucks my clit hard between his lips and slides a finger deep inside me, us
not
doing this is very quickly the very last thing on my mind.

I want all of him; right here where we came so close before. I want to feel him slide that hard cock deep inside of me and fuck me right here, and I want to cry out his name without a care in the world about who hears as I come for him. I try to pull away from him, to draw off the sensation and wait, but his strong hands hold me firmly in place and his tongue and his finger only get more insistent. And when I hear him
moan
into my pussy, as if the sheer act of tasting me is so erotic to him that he can’t help but let go, it’s too much, and I explode. I bite down
hard
on my hand, the pain lancing through me almost heightening the pleasure as I come against his mouth. And as the white moon shines down on us hidden away on our terrace, I fucking scream his name into my hand as my whole body just shatters with the pure release.