Seven
Skylar
“I guess I didn’t think very far ahead last night when we left. This dress on the back of your bike is going to be a challenge.” I frowned, glancing at the seat of his bike then down to my full-length gown.
He smiled, helping me onto the back of the bike. “I’ve got you, precious.”
He tucked me sideways on his lap, holding me nestled in his strong thighs, one arm looped around my waist as he fired up the engine.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t safe.” I loved him pressed to me, the smell of his skin intoxicating, the feel of his broad form against mine making me lose my senses a little more.
“Remember what I told you the first night?”
I shook my head, struggling to remember so many of the things. My brain had been in full meltdown mode once his touch heated all of my nerves.
“I said I’d rather die than let anything happen to you.” His eyes nailed mine for a moment. “I meant it, Sky. I meant every word I said this weekend. You’ve just got to give me the go-ahead, because I’m all in.”
He swept the air from my lungs as he eased slowly into the parking lot, which was already filling up with rows of cars.
“I don’t think we can.”
“We can do anything, precious. Life is ours for the taking.”
“You say that like it’s so simple, so easy.”
“It is when you know something is right. I’m a guy who lives by his instincts. If it doesn't feel right, I don’t do it. But this…” His palm tightened at my knee. “Everything about you feels right.”
“What, are you going to move up here? I just can't up and leave everything—”
“I would, for you.” The bike pulled to a slow stop, his eyes hovering over mine as we shared a thousand unspoken words.
“I can’t ask that of you. I’m sorry, Hudson, but I think we just chalk this up to—”
“What? To a one-night stand? To a fling? I told you, it was never that for me, and it’s the furthest thing from it now. I love you, Sky, and I can’t just turn that off.”
“I know, I know, I…” My heart nearly cracked open. “I love you too, but—”
“But shit.” His face hardened, and he pulled me from the bike, setting me on my feet and straightening my dress for me. “The big moment’s about to start. We should get in there.” He was effectively shutting me down. I’d hurt him. Somehow, I’d hurt this strong, stubborn, maddening man. What had my life become?
We walked side by side, Hudson’s hand noticeably absent from my own as we walked into the garden my father and Hudson’s mother had chosen to be married in. We trekked down the aisle, splitting when the usher escorted me to the groom’s side, Hudson to the bride’s side.
A thousand pounds of cement crashed down on my chest then, making it hard to breathe as I settled in my seat and tried to focus on the next few minutes. I swiped at the screen of my phone, fighting the tears from my eyes as I sat still, waiting for this goddamn wedding to start so that it would be over and I could get the hell out of here.
My phone vibrated with a message, an unknown number popping up on my screen.
“Weddings are for happy tears, not sad ones.”
I smiled, sniffing before I typed back. “Are you just staring at me from over there?”
“You're the most beautiful girl in the room, how could I not?” Came his instant reply.
Fingers of love unfurled in my stomach as I wished he were sitting right beside me now. To hell with what anyone else thought; he made me feel better, and that’s all that mattered.
“You’re a charmer.”
“So that explains why your stepbrother found his way into your pants this weekend. ;)”
I nearly choked on my tongue with his last text. I shot a glare over the crowd at him, and he shrugged, that cocky grin deepening on his face.
“I don’t know if I hate you or love you.”
“Acting like stepsiblings already.”
“Hudson!” I typed out fiercely, my heart thundering as an amused grin finally spread its way across my face.
“What? Made you smile, didn’t I?”
I turned, sending him one long look before his grin cracked open and he chuckled loudly. A few of the people sitting around him cast him a glance before he shrugged and waggled his eyebrows at me.
God, I loved that man.
Damn me to hell if it was wrong, but the way he lit me up could not be denied.
The music started then, and I made a point of tucking my phone into my purse so he knew I was onto his games and he couldn’t fuck with me through the whole ceremony. Even if the ceremony would be a whole lot more interesting if he did.
My father made his way down the aisle, pausing to wink once at me before stopping at the altar. He was such a sweet old guy, and when my mom had up and left him for another man when I was three, he hadn’t batted an eye, only went on raising me the best he knew how. He even jumped into a half-assed marriage with a woman when I was a teenager under his sweet but misguided assumption that I needed a mother figure. I think she and I fought more than the two of them did. Thankfully, that marriage didn't last long; within six months she was talking to a divorce lawyer. It was good to have my dad back, and it wasn't long after that he began grooming me to run his accounting business alongside him, and I liked it. And while maybe it wasn’t my dream job, it kept me happy and kept a roof over my head, so I was thankful for all the things he’d given me.
I didn’t know anything about Hudson’s mom, but if she raised a son like Hudson, then I had to have hope she was a good woman who would be there for my dad. If Hudson had gotten any of his loyalty and protectiveness from his mom, then I had a feeling my dad would be A-OK.
By the time the bride and groom were finally kissing, I was swiping at happy tears and lost in the moment of love with them. As the music kicked up once again, they walked back down the aisle hand in hand, deliriously happy grins plastered onto their faces. I clapped and cheered for them, putting aside my helpless feeling only for a beat to share in their moment.
As the crowd flooded down the aisle after the happy couple, Hudson found me in the chaos and threaded his fingers with mine. “That was the longest thirty minutes of my life.”
“Oh, look how happy they are. It’s good.”
“I was only watching you. Every emotion that crossed your face as you watched them nearly undid me, Sky.”
He paused, stilling where I stood and leaving us alone as the crowd moved to the tents set up for the reception.
“Why do you keep saying these things? You’re making it harder, Hudson,” I nearly sobbed, finally cracking from the pressure.
“Because I say what I mean, Skylar. Always have and always will.”
I frowned, appreciating his honesty, even though his words were like an arrow through my heart.
“We’ve got a party to get to. I’ve only got a few more hours with my favorite girl. I want to spend them wisely.” His eyes shimmered down at me, seeing straight into my soul.
I nodded, letting our hands tangle as we walked across the lawn to the covered tables. Just before we reached the tent, he angled me around the corner. “Where are we going?”
“Need a minute alone with you if I’m going to get through this night.”
Warmth curled through my stomach with his words.
As soon as we turned the corner, his hands were at my waist, his lips attaching to mine in a desperate kiss. His heavy cock pressed between us, the memory of that pierced wonder sliding in and out of me sending shockwaves through my pussy.
“I want to taste you.”
“What?” he murmured against my lips.
“I want you in my mouth, Hudson.”
“Sky—” I cut him off when I dropped to my knees, hands working at the zipper on his pants. “Fuck. If you wanted to suck my dick, precious, all you had to do was ask.” His stormy eyes peered down at me, both of his hands working into my hair and tightening. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to suck you off.” Embarrassment colored my cheeks, arousal flaming between my thighs. He arched one eyebrow, stroking my cheek tenderly, waiting for more. “Please, I want to swallow your dick, Hudson.”
“Good girl.” He pulled the zipper down on his pants and fisted his cock at the root. Just the vision of him, broad and commanding, standing with his dick in his hand and waiting for me to suck him off was powerful. I wanted to be good enough for him. I wanted to bring him to his knees.
“Use your tongue,” he growled, the tip already glistening with a bead of precome.
I cupped his heavy balls in my palm, enjoying the shudder that came from somewhere above me before I stroked the tip of my tongue up the silky skin of his shaft. His hips jerked, small grunts on his lips as I ran my tongue along the ridge and caught the barbell with my tongue. He grunted when I tugged on it softly with my teeth before swallowing him completely, forcing the tip of his thick dick down my throat.
His hands tightened in my hair before I sucked up the length again, my thighs shifting back and forth as his hips jerked, his cock twitching as I sucked and swallowed.
“Christ, Sky, I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He growled, pulling me up to his lips and tangling our tongues together. “You’re too beautiful to be on your knees anyway.”
He dropped to his knees then shoved my silky dress over my thighs. His hand slid against my wet pussy, swirling my arousal before his tongue lapped up my drenched seam. I sighed, hands digging into his hair for support. He wrapped one of my knees around his neck, allowing me to lean into him as he sucked and hummed at my clit.
One of his hands disappeared from my thigh and fisted at his cock then, jerking it quickly as he fucked me with his tongue, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking.
Jesus, he was…
This was…
“Oh my God.” I breathed as my thighs began a slow shake. His hand moved quicker around his cock as he jerked it between my legs, his lips sucking fiercely just as announcements for the bride and groom started in the tent not even a hundred yards from where he was eating me.
“Gush for me, baby. Cover me in your sweet cream.” His teeth sank into my flesh, and an orgasm burned through my body, shaking my legs, loosening every muscle, and sending me into another world.
Hudson’s soft grunts and the warmth coating my cunt told me he was coming with me. Our orgasms mixing, our pleasure overwhelming, our love binding.
“Fuck, you're all I need, Sky.” His words struck a chord deep inside me, the need to feel him, connect with him, love him stronger than it had been in all the moments leading up to now.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, not sure what else to say.
He straightened my dress then tucked his cock into his pants before standing and pulling me against his heavy chest. Our lips connected, soft and slow, but the kiss still dark in its intensity.
Enveloped in him, I found my happy place.
“I'm tempted to kidnap you.”
“I’m tempted to let you.” I smiled.
“Don’t tease me.”
“Where would the fun be in that?” I winked. “How long we talkin’?”
He sucked in a slow breath, pressing another kiss to my lips before answering. “Forever.”
His words singed a permanent path to my heart. “I wish forever was that simple.”
“Maybe it is.” He locked his hand in mine, throwing me a reckless smile as he led us back toward the tent.
“Nothing ever is.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Of course you do.” I sighed, unable to shake the feeling of doom.
We turned the corner then, slipping into the tent and settling at a table in the back that had empty chairs.
Within minutes, his fingertips were hovering at my knee, tracing up the soft skin of my thighs and turning my stomach to churned butter. After light appetizers and aperitifs were served, none of which I was able to stomach because his nearness was intoxicating enough on its own, the DJ started playing old-fashioned Sinatra tunes.
The opening lines of “Strangers in the Night” started, and I smiled. “This is my favorite Sinatra song. My dad always used to sing it to me before bed. A weird choice, I know, but I always looked forward to it.”
“Well, then I’d like to have this dance.” He pulled me from my chair, locking our hands and guiding me to the dance floor already studded with romantic couples.
“Are you sure?” My eyes darted around the space, hoping my father wouldn't notice us dancing. But then again, what was so wrong with two people dancing?
“I’m more sure of you than I’ve ever been, Skylar.” He said the words so matter-of-factly it nearly made me stumble.
He caught me before I went careening into him, his hands at my waist and his lips at my ear. “You look so beautiful today,” he whispered, moving us back and forth to the soft crooning music. “Made me think of what kind of bride you'll be.” His words coiled through my insides like snakes. “That’ll be you up there someday, Sky.”
I sucked in a lungful of breath, the unspoken meaning of his words clear. Someday, I would be up there, but it wouldn't be with him. It could never be with him.
I couldn’t do this anymore—the passion, the emotion, the separation too much to bear.
I clenched my teeth, no longer able to enjoy the feel of him against me when I knew he’d be leaving within the hour, heading south and far away from me.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I choked up and dashed out of his arms, running for the exit.