Fixed on You (30 page)

I positioned my hair to fall
around my shoulders, turned off the bathroom light then opened the door. The
lights were low so I took a step forward where he could see me.

Hudson sat naked on top of the
bed covers. His breath caught when he saw me. “Jesus, Alayna. You’re so goddamn
beautiful.” He moved to a kneeling position. “I might have to let you wear that
while I fuck you.”

I was used to his forward sex
talk, but I blushed anyway.

“Come here,” he growled.

I started toward him then
stopped. “Wait, I’m in control, remember?”

He sat back on his haunches and
tilted his head. “Then take charge.”

Tingles spread from my belly throughout
my body, turned on by the commanding way he relinquished his authority. He’d
always dominated our sex, yet he was letting me take over, a choice that might
even diminish the experience for him, though I hoped not. It added an element
of pressure that I hadn’t expected, but also thrilled me.

“Sit back against the headboard.”
My demand sounded stronger than I had expected.

Hudson grinned then did as I’d
ordered.

Throwing my shoulders back to
assume more confidence than I had—and, also to showcase my haltered bosom—I
sauntered to the foot of the bed. Facing him, I climbed up and crawled toward
him.

I kept my gaze on his face
watching as his eyes flitted back and forth from my eyes to my breasts as I
crept toward him. My hands trailed along his calves as I moved up him then
swept past his knees to his firm thighs. I stopped at the base of his rock hard
penis and dipped my head down, licking along the length with one swipe of my
tongue.

Hudson’s pupils were hot coals of
desire. “Do it again.”

It would have been natural for me
to give in to his command, but I wasn’t ready to relinquish my dominance.
“Maybe I will.”

His grin widened. He had been
testing the hold on my control and I’d passed.

I dipped again, this time kissing
along his head, my eyes never leaving his. I licked across the crown one more
time, savoring the salty taste of him before I fed his erection past my lips
into the warmth of my mouth.

He let out a groan. “Oh,
precious, you suck me so good.”

I teased him, fondling and
caressing his balls in one hand while I licked and sucked and cherished his
dick with my mouth, never taking up a steady pace. Soon, he threaded his
fingers through my hair and began to take over, holding my head still over his
penis, as he bucked into my mouth, establishing the rhythm he craved.

I let him keep control for only a
moment, treasuring the grunts and groans that accompanied his thrusts. Then I
pulled at his arm to release his grip on my head, and raised my body, letting
his cock fall from my mouth.

He moaned.

“You want more?” I teased.
“You’ll have to wait.” I climbed further up his body and spread my legs to
straddle his waist and felt his firm ridge knocking against my ass.

His eyes widened in curiosity.

I spread my palms across his bare
torso and leaned down to take his mouth. His kiss was greedy and eager, his
tongue working inside my mouth. He moved his hands to the sides of my face,
holding me in our lip-locked position, but I shook my head free. 

“What do you want?” he asked,
breathlessly.

It put him on edge, to let me
dictate. But he was willing to try, and it gratified me immensely. Though he
hadn’t given me his trust in other areas, he was giving it to me here. That was
a big step for him and, though a huge part of me wanted to let him take me in the
way he wanted, I remained committed to the role reversal because of how much it
meant for both of us to try.

But in answer to his question, I
was at a loss. What did I want? “Touch my breasts,” I said, finally.

Hudson slipped his hands inside
the silk of my halter-top. With a flick of his thumbs, my nipples became stone,
my breasts heavy and sensitive as he squeezed them in his firm hands.

I bent down to lick at his lips,
but he ducked his head to my bosom instead. Pulling down the material of my
nightie, he took the tip of my breast into his mouth. He sucked and tugged at
my nipple causing a shallow cry to escape from my throat. “Hudson, oh, god.”

A hand slipped under the thin
lace of my panties and grazed my clit on the way to the hot opening of my pussy.
Releasing my nipple from his mouth he said, “You’re already so wet, precious.”
He licked lightly across the tip and I shuddered. “Shall I put my fingers
inside you? Tell me.” 

Hudson was so good at turning my
mind to mush, my body pliable under his hands. I gave into the pleasure he
could give me, but on my terms. “I want your cock inside me.” I spoke softly,
not quite at ease with saying the words.

He smiled, but didn’t move to
take me up on my request. Instead he suckled on my other breast eliciting an
involuntary moan from me. Then he said, “But you aren’t ready for me,
precious.”

“I’m ready enough.” I was more
forceful this time. “I want to ride you.”

A flash of desire crossed his
face. In one swift move, he ripped the sides of my panties open, pulled the
torn material out from under me and threw it aside. I shivered at his primal
act, lust rushing through my veins like wildfire. Desperate to have him, to
possess him, I scooted back to balance myself over him. I took his gorgeous
thick penis in my hand and lifted the head to my wet entrance, my arousal
fueled further when his cock throbbed in my grasp.

“I can’t imagine why I deserve
this,” Hudson said hoarsely, splaying his hands over my breasts. “I should be
rewarding you for your very believable girlfriend act today.”

I stilled. His comment stung, but
I wasn’t sure if it should. Was he reminding me the day had been pretend? Or
was he trying to elicit a reaction from me? Was he putting his guard up,
refusing to let any emotions into our relationship?

Or maybe he felt nothing of what
I thought he felt, and his words were simply a statement of what he saw as an
accurate representation of our day.

No, it wasn’t true. I believed
with all my heart that something more had developed between both of us. He may
not be able to admit it to me, or even to himself, but I knew. I
knew.

I slid down onto his pulsing
cock, taking him in with a gasp. He was right—I wasn’t fully prepared, and he
felt full and big inside. I squirmed, trying to ease the bite of discomfort as
I worked him in deeper. Hudson placed his hand flat along the middle of my
torso and pushed me to lean back. The angle opened me and I glided down to his
root. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so
tight, Alayna. So good.”

I lifted my hips, raising myself
up his length before lowering again.

Hudson shifted beneath me,
churning his hips, eager to direct the pace, but I kept my steady speed as I
slid smoothly up and down his steely erection. His hands moved on me
restlessly, wandering from my breasts to my thighs to my hips before he finally
settled one flat on my stomach and circled his thumb on my clit with a
delicious firm pressure.

   “God, oh, god,” I cried,
squeezing and clenching around him. The exquisite feeling of his cock skimming
against my vaginal walls combined with the expert attention he was giving my
tender bud drove me mad. I was on the edge, near orgasm, though not quite able
to get the release I longed for. Tears formed in my eyes and sweat beaded on my
skin.

“I’m happy, Hudson. You’ve made
me happy.” I couldn’t stop myself from telling him, my words mixed with throaty
moans.

Under heavy lids, his eyes
pierced mine, glowing with the intense need to fuck. They widened at my
declaration, a new spark lighting the dark desire already held there. 

“And I’ve made you happy too.” It
spilled from my mouth like I wished my elusive orgasm would. I sensed the
warning in Hudson’s face, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying more. “We’re falling
in love. This is us, falling in love.”

“Enough.” In a flash, he flipped
me underneath him, maintaining our connection at the groin. He bent my legs at
the knees and pushed them back while he plunged into me, pummeling me with a
drive that fought to tear me apart. In that position he struck me deep, deeper
than he’d ever been. He meant to punish me for my words—for knowing he’d
connected with me. But the punishment only acknowledged I was right.

And in that finding, combined
with his maddening thrusts, I lost everything to him, coming so violently that
my body seized, quivering uncontrollably beneath him.

Hudson continued to ram into me,
hitting the very end of me with each stroke until I came again. This time he
joined me, burying his cock even deeper as he released, my core milking him
while he spurted long and hot.

When we’d both stilled, he rolled
off of me and fell hard into the bed at my side. Without words, he pulled me
into the crook of his arm, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

I tightened into his embrace.
Usually he cuddled longer, and stroked and caressed me before falling asleep.
But I’d challenged him in more ways than one that night. He needed time to
process. At least he was still holding me at all. That had to be a good sign.

It took longer before I was taken
by sleep, but when it finally came, I slept deep and peacefully.

In the morning, I awoke alone,
but despite remembering that Celia would visit today, I felt happy. Until I
went to the closet to get an outfit and found my belongings the only occupants.

Hudson’s clothes and suitcase
were gone.

I swallowed the acid rising in my
throat and dressed in a flurry, not bothering with my hair or my face or shoes.
Just because his things were gone didn’t mean he was, I told myself as I
descended the stairs, trying to squelch the growing unease. There had to be an
explanation.

I followed the sound of voices
and found Mira and Sophia leaning over the dining room table, examining several
large poster boards spread in front of them. Mira lifted her head as I
approached and smiled. “Good mor—“

“Where’s Hudson?” I cut her off,
my arms folded over my chest.

Sophia glowered at me over her
reading glasses. “He left with Celia.” An undercurrent of pleasure laced her
statement.

Mira rolled her eyes and turned
her body to give me her full attention. “He had a business thing come up. Some
sort of emergency. He had to fly immediately to Cincinnati.”

“Celia drove him.”

“Mother, honestly! Stop it!” I’d
never seen Mira irritated and it looked unnatural on her usually smooth,
unruffled features. It worked to silence Sophia. “Celia was already here to
show us the designs when Hudson discovered he needed to leave. She offered to
drive him to the airport so that he could leave the car for you to get back to
the city whenever you wanted.”

He was gone. He’d left. With
Celia. 

Suddenly, the air in the house
seemed stifling and thick. Breathing became difficult. Had Hudson really had a
business emergency? Or was he running from our emotional connection the day
before? He’d told me he wouldn’t lie to me, but this time he hadn’t said
anything to me at all. He’d just vanished.

And the thing that I hadn’t ever
wanted to face—when he said he’d always tell the truth—that could have been a
lie itself.

It was too painful to address,
especially in the presence of others, namely Sophia. Getting back home became
priority number one. He’d left the car for me. “But I don’t drive.”

Mira shrugged. “Hudson said you
might not want to. Martin can drive you then.”

“I’m not giving up my hired help
to—“

Mira threw her hands up in the
air and shot a piercing glare at her mother. “Then I’ll take her! Or Adam or
Chandler.”

“I’ll drive you.”

 I turned to find Jack behind me.
Gratitude boiled inside so intensely, tears formed in the corners of my eyes.
“Thank you. Give me ten minutes to pack.”

I rushed out before anyone could
say another word. Taking the stairs two at a time, I sped to our bedroom.
Our
bedroom. The thought pained me in the absence of Hudson. After dragging my
suitcase out of the closet, I scrambled around the room picking up random items
that I’d left lying around the past few days—my swimsuit, my robe. The red
nightie.

When I’d returned from the
bathroom with my toothbrush and other toiletries, Mira was standing in the
doorframe. “Laynie, you don’t have to leave yet.”

I walked past her and dropped my
things into my luggage.

“Stay until tomorrow. We can go
do something girly, get mani-pedis if you want.”

There really were great people in
the Pierce household. I adored Mirabelle. And Jack had become a fast friend.
Even Chandler and Adam for all their boyish personality had taken a piece of my
affection.

But the goodness of all of them
was outweighed by the horror of Sophia.

And no one meant anything to me
in comparison to what I felt for her son. “Thank you, Mira, sincerely. But I
can’t stay here without Hudson.”

“I understand.”

I zipped up my bag and stood to
face Mira, searching to see if she really did understand. From the softness in
her eyes, I believed she did.

Maybe she understood more than I
knew. I took a deep breath and asked, “Did he say...anything about me?” I bit
my lip, embarrassed to let her see my insecurity. “Or leave any message for me?”

She seemed unsurprised by my
question. “I think he was going to call you or something. Have you checked your
phone?”

My phone—I hadn’t looked at it
since I stuffed it in my purse on the drive up. I returned to the closet and
found the purse hanging on a hook inside the door. Rifling around inside, I
quickly located the phone. “It’s dead,” I said. “I forgot to bring a charger.”