Fearless (Pier 70 #2) (21 page)

Hudson knew he should’ve gone back to his cabin hours ago, but he hadn’t managed to get his ass out of his chair. The wedding reception had long ago died out, the grooms had disappeared, most of the other guests had made their way back to their cabins for the night. In fact, the only people left were Hudson, Teague, AJ, and Milly. Even the bartender had bailed.

He should’ve done the same, but no. He was still here, waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t because his brother was in the process of flirting with Milly, either—they were adults; they would do what they wanted to do—though he was keeping a close eye on those two.

No, his concern lay first and foremost with the drunk kid who refused to give up for the night even though the bar was officially closed. Not that Teague was necessarily a kid, but he was acting like one right now, cursing beneath his breath as he fought to sit in his chair while holding on to his empty glass. Hudson had no idea how much he’d drunk tonight, but if his inability to remain upright was any indicator, it was too damn much.

Teague turned in his chair, then stood on unsteady legs.

This should get interesting.

When Teague stumbled and caught himself on a chair, Hudson internally sighed and got to his feet. He approached Teague slowly, waiting for him to acknowledge him. When he did, it was with a frown.

Although he doubted Teague would understand him, Hudson signed:
You need to get to your cabin.

“Thanks for the bit of advice, Dad,” Teague replied belligerently.

Good thing was Teague did understand him. Bad thing was that Hudson was going to have hell getting Teague where he needed to be. It was clear he wouldn’t be getting there on his own.

Before he could sign anything more, Teague tripped and practically landed in Hudson’s arms. He helped the kid back to his feet, put his arm around his back, and then guided him toward the door. Apparently, he was going to have to do this the hard way.

“Why the fuck do you have to smell so good?” Teague mumbled as Hudson led him toward the elevator. “And why the hell aren’t you with your boyfriend?”

Since AJ was his
brother
—not his boyfriend—Hudson didn’t even consider answering. If the kid hadn’t noticed AJ flirting with Milly, that wasn’t his problem. Plus, his hands were tied up at the moment, so he couldn’t respond.

It took ten minutes to get Teague up to his cabin, and that was
after
they went to the wrong floor. Twice. In Teague’s inebriated state, he had transposed the numbers, but they finally made it. Hopefully.

Hudson signed for Teague to hand over the key card when they reached the door that was supposedly the right one. Teague didn’t seem to understand. That or he was purposely being an asshole. With Teague, it could go either way.

“Fuck. Why’s the room spinning so damn much?” Teague grumbled, reaching out and grabbing for the wall.

Hudson got his arm around him again, forced his hand into Teague’s pocket, and finally recovered the key.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” Teague mouthed, his words slurred.

Good thing Hudson hadn’t asked.

With one arm around Teague, Hudson managed to unlock the door, push it open with his foot, and then use Teague’s body to prop it open while he helped him inside.

“I knew one day I’d get you to my room. Didn’t think it’d be so soon.”

Hudson had to assume Teague was talking to him since there was no one else around, but he didn’t put too much stock in what the kid had to say. He was beyond drunk.

Since he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t give Teague instruction, so he had to help things along by guiding him toward the bed. When Teague looked up at him, Hudson nodded toward the bed, hoping to get his point across.

Teague’s eyes slid down to Hudson’s mouth, and he wished he could’ve groaned to show Teague that this really wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately, no sound would come out, and he was still trying to use one arm to get Teague to the bed. Releasing him would’ve caused Teague to fall onto the floor, which, now that he thought about it, probably wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so goddamn long,” Teague said softly, his hand coming up to touch Hudson’s mouth.

His brain instructed his head to turn, to dodge the hand, but for some reason, Hudson wasn’t listening to his brain. Part of him was caught up in Teague’s brilliant blue gaze. His eyes were glassy, but there was so much heat there it was hard to look away.

“Sometimes I wish I could hate you as much as I pretend to.”

The words coming out of Teague’s mouth stunned him. Their relationship—which consisted of working alongside one another from time to time—was volatile at best. Teague didn’t seem to have an issue with anyone at the marina except for Hudson, and he didn’t know why that was. Aside from the fact that he’d seen that same heated look in Teague’s eyes before, and Hudson had always masked his own physical reaction to the kid, he couldn’t think of any other reason Teague would hate him so much.

Now it looked as though he was only pretending.

Hudson wasn’t sure what to do with that information.

Knowing this was going to go the wrong direction if he didn’t get out of that cabin, Hudson used his bigger body to urge Teague back, closer to the mattress. Before he could force him down, Teague’s hand slid behind his neck and he jerked Hudson closer, their lips coming together.

He fought the urge for a moment, but his underlying desire for Teague took over, and as soon as Teague’s tongue was in his mouth, Hudson was kissing him back. Rather than let Teague control it, he took over, jerking Teague against him and holding him in place with one arm wrapped around him, and using his free hand to hold Teague’s jaw wher
e he wanted him.

The kiss was brutal and incredible, but it didn’t take long for Hudson to remember that Teague was intoxicated, and if they were lucky, he wouldn’t remember this in the morning. He finally managed to pull back, and when he did, he forced Teague onto the bed, thrusting his hand through his hair as he turned toward the door.

“Where’re you goin’?” Teague called out.

Hudson could do nothing more than shake his head as he got out of there as fast as he fucking could. Too bad he wasn’t intoxicated, too, because there was no way in hell he was going to forget that kiss.

Not for a long fucking time.

Twenty-Five

Friday, June 3
rd

Cruise, day six

Dare woke before the sun was completely up. Seemed his little head had been doing wicked things while his big head had been attempting to recuperate. Looked like his little head was far more determined.

He reached down and absently rubbed his cock, realizing what the attraction was. He was still in Noah’s bed. Seemed his dick was like a lightning rod. And the man beside him was the electricity.

“Morning.” The roughness of Noah’s voice had him lifting his eyes.

Dare opened his eyes to find that Noah was lying on his side, facing him, which put them eye to eye. Smiling, Dare met Noah’s sleepy gaze. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Something kept stabbing me in the ass. Made it nearly impossible to sleep.”

Dare rolled onto his back, his riotous cock tenting his boxers and the sheet. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Noah’s hand slid to Dare’s thigh, making him suck in a breath. Because the bed was so small, Noah moved closer.

He turned his head and met Noah’s gaze. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” The words were a raspy whisper, but he attempted to inject a warning in there.

“I’ve had a little practice,” Noah answered, laughing.

That wasn’t what Dare meant, but he suspected Noah knew that.

He continued to watch Noah’s face as the warm hand on his leg hesitantly moved higher, sliding beneath his boxers, grazing his balls lightly before warm fingers wrapped around his dick.

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes when Noah began stroking him. There was no urgency in the movement, a simple, leisurely stroke up and down, up and down. “Noah…”

“Say my name again.” Noah’s words were said softly against his ear as Noah shifted closer, his thigh resting over Dare’s. “I love hearing you say my name.”

“Noah…” He would say it a million times if Noah would just keep doing that.

“Move the sheet.”

Dare pushed the sheet down as he was instructed.

“Take the boxers off.”

He didn’t hesitate then, either. While he worked them down his hips, then kicked them somewhere across the room, his attention was riveted on the hand curled around his throbbing cock. Noah’s thumb grazed the swollen head, swiping the bead of pre-come that had formed.

Noah kissed Dare’s shoulder as he jacked Dare’s dick gently, steadily. It wasn’t enough, but at the same time, Dare feared it was too much.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” Noah whispered.

Dare groaned, still watching the erotic movement of Noah’s hand.

“I want to wrap my lips right here”—Noah circled his fingers just beneath the head—“and suck you into my mouth.”

He wasn’t sure he was going to last that long.

Noah’s hand trailed lower, cupping his balls. Dare spread his legs, hooking one foot on the edge of the mattress, the other sliding between Noah’s legs so he could lift his hips, silently urging Noah lower. He wasn’t disappointed when Noah grazed his taint, then continued lower until he rimmed his asshole with his fingertip.

Oh, hell.

“Then I want to put my tongue here.” Noah pressed against his sphincter, making him moan.

Dare was going to lose it.

“I want to drive you crazy, make you beg me to fuck you.”

Oh, he would beg, all right. Shit, he might start begging now. He bit his lip to keep from doing so.

Noah’s hand circled his dick once more.

“Mouth…” Dare barely whispered the word.

“What was that?” Noah kissed his shoulder again.

“Put your mouth on me. Please… Fuck... Noah…
Please
put your mouth on me.” Yep, definitely begging.

Noah repositioned himself, trailing his lips down Dare’s stomach as he knelt between Dare’s thighs. Never once did Dare look away, awed by the sight of the gorgeous naked man between his legs. So beautiful, so perfect.

When Noah’s mouth grazed the underside of his cock, Dare reached for him, cupping the back of his head firmly but gently. He wasn’t guiding Noah; he didn’t need to. He simply needed the connection. Twining his fingers in Noah’s dark hair, he watched when Noah’s tongue glided up the length of him, circled the head before he opened his mouth, and took Dare’s dick inside.

“Oh … fucking … fuck.” His brain was obliterated by pleasure, sparks shot straight down his spine, the hair on his arms stood on end as the most incredible feeling overwhelmed him. “Noah… God, yes … suck me. Oh…”

Dare’s back bowed, his abs contracted as he attempted to thrust into Noah’s mouth. Noah was having none of that, though, controlling Dare’s pleasure in a way no other man ever could. That had always been one thing he loved about Noah. They were so much alike in the sense that they were both switches, both controlling, yet they both needed to be dominated at times. It was Dare’s turn to be the submissive one now.

Dare closed his eyes, growling as the warm suction drove him wild.

Noah’s mouth disappeared momentarily. “Open your eyes. Watch me, Dare. Watch every thing I do to you.”

He popped open one eye, then the other. He wasn’t sure he could watch without blowing his load, but he was going to make a concerted effort.

When Noah had woken up a short time ago, he hadn’t anticipated this happening. But now that it was, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop until he got his fill of Dare. And that likely wouldn’t be today.

This was just the beginning.

He loved the way Dare groaned when Noah wrapped his lips around the swollen head of his cock and sucked him. Dare’s dick was thick and long, which made the task of taking all of him in his mouth nearly impossible, but he enjoyed trying. Noah loved the way Dare held his head but never attempted to control him. He loved the way Dare’s eyes dilated as he watched what Noah was doing to him.

Hell, he loved everything about this moment.

Noah wanted to spend the rest of the day driving this man wild, because he was just so fucking beautiful when he came undone.

“Noah… Please…”

He freed Dare’s dick from his mouth, then took him in hand as he sat back on his haunches, stroking him slowly. “Please what?”

“Please… Anything… Everything… Fuck.”

Dare’s hips were thrusting upward, driving his dick into Noah’s hand. His nipples were hard, the piercings catching the light and drawing Noah’s attention.

If Dare was anything like he’d been before, he wouldn’t want to come too quickly, which was why Noah released his cock with one last stroke, then crawled up Dare’s body, stopping to tease his piercings with his teeth. Dare’s hand returned to his hair, holding his head as he ground their lower bodies together. The fingers twined in his hair tightened, sending shards of pleasure-pain straight to his cock.

“Want you in my mouth…”

Who was Noah to argue with that? He worked his way up until he was straddling Dare’s chest, feeding his cock into his mouth while he reached down and brushed Dare’s hair back off his forehead. In this position, Noah got to control the pace and that was the best thing for now. If he let Dare loose, there was no way Noah would last.

Placing one hand on the wall, Noah lifted up so that he could press his hips forward, driving his dick into Dare’s luscious mouth, slowly, inch by inch. “Love fucking your mouth… So damn good. That’s it, Dare… Suck me.”

Dare was by far the most attentive lover Noah had ever known. Even at nineteen, Dare hadn’t been a one-inning player, he’d been ready to play through. He was never satisfied with simply fucking, either. It was all about the foreplay. Any other time, that would’ve been fantastic, except Noah was ready to blow, and the soft, warm friction of Dare’s mouth was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Noah gripped Dare’s jaw and pulled his dick from between his lips. “Not ready to come.”

“Good, ’cause I’m not finished with you yet.”

That made two of them.

In true Dare fashion, Noah found himself flipped backward, landing on the bed with a thud as Dare came down over him. The guy was far more agile than he appeared. And stronger, given the fact that Noah probably outweighed him by a good twenty pounds.

Noah stared up at him, waiting to see what Dare would do next. When Dare’s solid body came to rest on his, Noah wrapped his arms around him.

He realized Dare was staring at his mouth, so Noah made his move, pulling Dare closer and rising to meet his lips. He pushed his tongue into Dare’s mouth, but that lasted all of three seconds before Dare pulled back.

“No fair.”

Noah frowned, confused.

“You got to brush your teeth this morning.”

That made him laugh. Leave it to Dare to bring that up now.

“And?”

Dare was still for a moment, staring down at him, but rather than kiss him again, the man hopped off the bed and strutted over to the bathroom while Noah tilted his head back and watched him upside down.

He sighed as he resigned himself to waiting.

The door closed. The toilet flushed. The water came on in the sink, and a minute later, it went off.

Noah tilted his head back again and watched as Dare returned, only this time he went to his suitcase.

“By the way, pissing with a hard-on isn’t all that easy.”

Noah chuckled. It did make aiming rather difficult.

“What are you doing?” Knowing Dare, the guy was going to take a shower, too.

He watched as Dare rummaged around in his suitcase, searching by feel only. When he stood back up, he had produced condoms and a small tube of lubricant.

Noah wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Dare had packed that stuff for this trip, which meant he’d obviously been prepared for…

“I haven’t had sex in nearly a year. Well…” Dare glanced at the condom, then back to Noah. “My hand doesn’t count.”

Noah’s eyes widened at Dare’s admission. “A year?”

Dare nodded. “Doesn’t mean I’m not prepared for anything.”

Knowing Dare hadn’t been with anyone in a year… Noah wasn’t even sure what to think about that.