Speechless (Pier 70 #3) (20 page)

Twenty-Nine

TEAGUE WAS ITCHING for a fight. That was the only way to explain the rage burning in his veins. He’d spent the past two weeks mellowed out, and today Hudson had pissed him off. At one point, he had tried to look at it rationally, but then he’d said fuck it.

Except now he was in the shower, debating on what he wanted to do tonight. He had his choice. He could probably call Jason and Benny, hang out with them. Only that didn’t sound as exciting as it once had.

But he needed to do something.

He heard his apartment door open and close, and he stopped washing his body. The only person who could be there was Hudson, so he didn’t freak out. Anyone else wouldn’t be able to get past the lock on the outside door from the parking lot. Only he and Hudson knew that code.

What the hell could he want?

Probably wanted to come over and talk about what had happened earlier at Dare’s. Likely give Teague a lecture about—

The shower curtain was yanked back, and Hudson’s big, naked body stood less than a foot away from him. Teague swallowed the startled scream that tried to break free as he took a step back when Hudson joined him in the shower.

“What the fuck do you—”

His words were cut off when Hudson cupped his jaw and slammed his mouth down on his. Teague wanted to fight; he was tempted to bite Hudson, but the kiss stole his thoughts. Hudson wasn’t gentle when he thrust his tongue into Teague’s mouth. And fuck if it wasn’t exactly what Teague needed.

However, it ended way too soon for his liking.

Hudson turned off the water, grabbed Teague’s hand, and pulled him out of the bathroom. Teague had no choice but to follow. When he saw Hudson moving toward his bed, he tried to pull back, but Hudson simply lifted him off his feet and dumped him onto the bed, coming down over him instantly.

Before he could argue, Hudson’s mouth was on his once more. It was as though Hudson knew exactly how to calm his racing heart, because it didn’t take long for the panic to diffuse and for lust to take over. Teague wrapped his arms around Hudson and jerked him closer, taking his weight on top of him.

He moaned into Hudson’s mouth, trying to touch every inch of him at once.

Then Hudson changed things up again, pulling back and flipping around so that he was kneeling over Teague’s head, pushing his cock into Teague’s face. He wasn’t gentle, but neither was Teague.

As he attempted to figure out which way was up, Hudson’s mouth slid right down over his shaft, and Teague bucked his hips upward.

“Fuck. Oh, God.” Hudson sucked him hard at the same time he pushed his hips down, rubbing his cock against Teague’s face.

And yes, he could take a hint.

Using his hands, he pushed Hudson up so that he could take his cock into his mouth, mirroring what Hudson was doing to him. Again, Hudson wasn’t gentle as he pushed his hips down, fucking Teague’s mouth, pushing his cock deep into Teague’s throat. He could do little to stop him, but that was all right because he didn’t want Hudson to stop.

This was exactly what he wanted from Hudson. Sex.

Nothing else.

No public relationship.

No dinners together.

No watching movies.

Okay, so maybe he liked some of those things, but he wasn’t going to admit to it. He didn’t want Hudson to know that he’d come to enjoy the time they spent together. Looked forward to it even. He needed to remind himself that the only thing he’d signed up for was the fucking part.

And Lord, was Hudson good at that.

Hudson’s cock slid out of his mouth and the bed shifted. Then Hudson was once again above him, kneeling over his chest and pushing his dick into Teague’s mouth. Teague welcomed it, swallowing him, licking, laving, sucking him while he stared up Hudson’s impressive body. The man really was gorgeous.

Hudson’s hands lifted and Teague followed them with his eyes.

Suck me.

Teague wasn’t sure why he found that hot, but he did. Maybe it was because Hudson couldn’t speak, but he could use his hands to relay what he wanted. Teague hadn’t expected it, and maybe that was why it turned him on so much. He figured if Hudson could talk, he’d be extremely dominant and verbally demanding. Hell, he was already dominant, and that was relayed in every movement of his body.

When Hudson pulled back, Teague took deep breaths, watching him as he rolled on a condom—
where the hell had he hidden that?
—then lubed his dick and his fingers. Without an ounce of tenderness, Hudson folded Teague in half, pushing his knees up damn near to his ears.

When Hudson pulled his hands back, Teague didn’t let his legs fall. He watched as Hudson’s hands began to move.

Hold on to your ankles.

Teague grabbed his ankles, holding himself open as Hudson slipped one finger into his ass. He groaned at first, the initial bite of pain stealing his thoughts. When a second finger joined the first, Teague managed to relax, allowing Hudson to finger-fuck him, working his ass open. He tried not to look into Hudson’s eyes, not wanting to see what he was feeling. After their encounter today, he didn’t want to see that same disappointment on Hudson’s face.

Figuring he couldn’t be too disappointed if he was getting ready to plow his ass, Teague decided to forget everything for a little while.

Forget it all and enjoy the ride.

HONESTLY, HUDSON HAD been expecting much more of a fight from Teague about having sex in his bed. At first, he’d thought Teague was going to tell him to go fuck himself, but Hudson had managed to maintain control of the situation.

Now, as he knelt on the mattress, staring down at Teague holding his ankles as he’d been instructed, Hudson wasn’t sure Teague knew why he wasn’t willing to have sex in a bed in the first place. Not that he wanted him thinking about that.

No, Hudson wanted to fuck the defiance right out of Teague. He wanted to claim him, to show him that he couldn’t run from this. Regardless of how they’d intended for this to go, at some point it had gone sideways.

Very, very sideways.

“Fuck me,” Teague pleaded as Hudson lined his dick up with Teague’s hole.

He brushed the head against Teague’s sphincter, pushing in, forcing his way inside, inch by glorious inch. Hudson watched as Teague’s face contorted from the pressure, but then he relaxed when Hudson had pushed as deep as he could.

Only then did Hudson lean over Teague, planting his hands on each side of Teague’s head, keeping the kid’s body folded in half while he began pumping his hips, fucking Teague nice and slow. It wasn’t what Teague wanted, he knew that much, but that was what Hudson was going to give him. This was the first time they’d been in a bed, the first time Teague had probably ever had a man fuck him like this … and Hudson was going to show him just how good it could be.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Teague’s, sliding his tongue along the seam while he continued to push his hips forward, then withdraw. He worked his tongue into Teague’s mouth, kissing him the way he’d come to love. Slow and easy, the same way he was making love to him.

Not that he would tell Teague this was making love. No way would he believe him, even if he did. The kid was in denial. He was unhinged. Which was the very reason Hudson was here and not at AJ’s watching baseball. He hadn’t wanted to risk Teague running down to a club, spending time with those assholes he used to fuck. Shit, the mere thought of someone else’s hands on Teague made Hudson’s blood boil.

Like it or not, Teague belonged to him.

Only Teague would never be on board with that, so Hudson was going to keep things the way they were now.

This.

Fucking.

Pulling his mouth from Teague’s, he stared down into those stormy blue eyes, seeing everything the kid was thinking. Teague wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, nor was he good at processing them. The more time they spent together, the more sides of Teague that Hudson saw, the more he noticed it was the little things that set Teague off. Like today.

“Harder, Hudson.”

Teague was still holding on to his ankles, so Hudson pushed back, planting his hands on the back of Teague’s thighs as he drilled down into him. He slammed his hips forward, giving Teague what he wanted, but still maintaining a slow pace.

“Oh, yes… Fuck, yes…” Teague moaned, continuing a running monolog with every violent thrust of Hudson’s hips.

Still, Hudson kept his eyes locked on Teague’s face. When Teague tried to look away, Hudson stopped moving. When Teague met his gaze again, Hudson held his stare and began pounding Teague hard and fast, fucking him deeper.

He crushed Teague beneath him, their faces so close, still staring at each other while Hudson drove them both to climax. He never stopped, loving the way Teague begged for more.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Teague’s hands dropped to the blanket, fisting it tightly. “God, yes. Harder, Hudson. Fuck. Me. Harder.”

He continued to give everything he had until Teague cried out his release, then Hudson followed.

Before Teague could jump out of bed, Hudson fell to his side, wrapped his arms around Teague, and pulled him against him, Hudson’s chest to Teague’s back. He held him there while they both caught their breath. The sheets were drenched because neither of them had dried off, but that didn’t matter. For these few minutes, he was going to hold Teague.

And he wasn’t going to apologize for doing so, either.

Thirty

Tuesday, August 9
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TEAGUE WAS STILL pissed at Hudson. Ever since the night Hudson had screwed him in his own damn bed, Teague hadn’t been able to look at the guy. Well, he could look at him, but he didn’t want to. Hudson had agreed to the rule about not fucking in a bed. Teague had specifically laid that out there, yet Hudson had somehow made it happen despite Teague’s feelings that it was far too intimate.

Granted, Teague had jacked off at least twice to the memory of that night. It had been incredible, even in light of the fact that they’d been in his goddamn bed. Hudson wasn’t supposed to break the rules like that, and Teague was going to hang on to his anger for as long as he could. It was only fair.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he stopped what he was doing to fish it out.

Dinner at my place tonight?

Why the fuck did Hudson have to go and do that? Didn’t he see how pissed Teague was?

He typed up a response:
No.

The reply he got back was not what he expected.

Please.

Teague sighed, then turned to see Hudson standing in the doorway to his office, holding his phone. “Fine,” he called out. “But know that it’s under duress.”

His phone buzzed.

Noted.

Teague did not want to like Hudson, but it seemed the more time they spent together, the more he did. He tried to convince himself that it was only due to the phenomenal sex. Seriously, what other reason would Teague have to like the guy?

Okay, maybe Hudson was a good cook, as well.

And he was nice to look at.

And maybe he wasn’t too bad to talk to, either.

And he smelled so fucking good.

Shit.

Teague didn’t want to like him, damn it.

Rather than dwell on how their neat little arrangement had somehow unraveled, Teague got back to work.

By six o’clock, Teague had showered and was standing at Hudson’s door. Rather than barge in like he normally did, he knocked. They’d already gone too far, ignoring the rules; he needed to back things up a bit.

Hudson opened the door and there was a smirk on his mouth.

Fucker.

“I’m not having sex with you,” Teague announced when he walked into Hudson’s apartment. It was a lie. It would take very little for Teague to give in to Hudson, but Hudson probably knew that already.

Fucker.

Hudson motioned for Teague to head over to the kitchen. His stomach growled in response as he passed the couch and the television and went over to the small table that held two place settings and a pan of…

“Is that Hamburger Helper?”

Hudson nodded.

“Cheeseburger macaroni?”

Another nod.

Teague wouldn’t tell Hudson that it was one of his favorite meals. One of the foster families he’d stayed with during his junior year in high school had always made Hamburger Helper. All different varieties, probably close to twice a week. He wasn’t sure he’d had it since.

When Hudson took a seat, so did Teague.

When Hudson started to eat, so did Teague.

This wasn’t too bad.

Hudson put down his fork after a couple of bites, and Teague looked up at him. He watched Hudson’s hands.

Tell me about your family.

Teague frowned, pretending not to understand. He took another bite as he shook his head.

Hudson cocked an eyebrow and grabbed his phone, which was sitting beside him on the table.

Shit.

There was no way he was going to get out of this.

A text came through, saying exactly what Hudson had signed.

“I don’t have family,” he said, shrugging it off.

Where are your parents?

Teague put down his fork and glared at Hudson. He did not have any interest in playing twenty questions with this man. He’d already told him way too much during the time they’d spent together.

I’m not going to stop asking.

“Well, thanks for dinner.” Teague pushed back his chair and started to get up.

Hudson pointed to the chair as though Teague were a child who needed to be reprimanded.

“No, fuck you,” he stated, his tone belligerent. “I didn’t come over here to tell you about my family. It’s none of your goddamn business. Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I have any plans to open up and share my life story with you.”

Hudson didn’t move from his chair and Teague refused to sit back down.

“Thanks for dinner, but I’ve gotta run.”

Hudson signed:
Take it with you.

“What?”

Hudson nodded toward the plate.

“Thanks, but I damn sure don’t need your charity.”

With that parting shot, Teague walked right out of Hudson’s apartment and had absolutely no intention of ever going back.

HUDSON FINISHED HIS meal, glancing up at his apartment door every so often.

Teague was acting like a fucking brat, and he hated that he wanted to go after him. The kid was proving to be bad for his self-control. For years, he’d honed the ability to stay calm and cool, in every situation. But especially when it came to sex.

Although he wasn’t into the lifestyle, Hudson saw himself as a dominant lover. He enjoyed that aspect of his interactions. And with Teague, it was something he craved. He wanted to dominate the guy in every way possible. Every fucking time Teague pulled a stunt like he had tonight, Hudson wanted nothing more than to restrain him and force him to talk. Well, that or sink oh-so-deeply into him and convince Teague to open up more than just his body to Hudson.

There were so few things he knew about the kid, and that frustrated him. There was no denying he knew Teague’s body. He knew what Teague enjoyed, even understood what he didn’t. But there was more to this than simply sex, although Teague obviously wouldn’t admit to that. Which was the reason Hudson had wanted to know more.

It had been a risk he’d debated on for quite some time.

He’d taken it.

He’d failed.

From where he sat, it looked as though he really had two options.

One, forget about the emotional aspect and the fact that he was being pulled into Teague’s orbit in a way he hadn’t anticipated and focus solely on sex. For the record, he’d been doing that already, and it wasn’t working out for him. Or two, confront Teague about his feelings and see where that got him.

The first option—even if he only pretended that it worked—would get him laid for the foreseeable future. The second would get him booted to the curb, so to speak.

However, neither would get him what he wanted from Teague most.

He wasn’t interested in option two; however, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure this only being about sex. It wasn’t as easy to fight his feelings as he had hoped it would be. Telling himself to do one thing didn’t necessarily mean he could follow through.

Hudson grabbed his phone and tapped out a message:
Come back over here and finish your dinner. BUT, remove your clothes before you get here. I’ve got a new toy to try out on you.

He sent the text and sat there, wondering whether or not Teague was pissed enough to resist.

Ten minutes passed and Hudson figured the kid was going to ignore him.

Only this time, he wasn’t going to go after him. Teague had made the decision to walk out rather than man up and have a conversation. For that reason, Hudson wasn’t going to chase him down and force him. If he wanted something more, he—

His front door opened and Teague stepped into the room. He was still dressed, which was not what Hudson had instructed, but Hudson had to give the kid credit for coming back. While he carried his own plate to the sink, he grabbed Teague’s and put it in the microwave for a few seconds. When it was done, he put it back on the table and signed for Teague to sit down and eat.

Not surprisingly, Teague didn’t say a word, but he did sit down and eat. The kid had a really healthy appetite, that was for sure. It didn’t take long for Teague to finish his meal, and he carried his plate to the sink and washed it. Hudson watched him while he opened the new toy he’d purchased, put batteries into it and the remote that came with it, and then grabbed the bottle of lube.

He felt Teague’s eyes on him as he flipped on the television, pretending this was a casual encounter. It would be anything but casual should Teague choose to join him. But that was all on Teague at this point.

Hudson didn’t bother hiding the toy, not caring whether or not Teague saw it. He’d picked out this one specifically for Teague. It wasn’t big because that wasn’t the point of it.

While Teague stood and watched, Hudson lubed the toy, his gaze drifting to the television every so often.

“What do you want me to do?”

Placing the toy on his leg, he signed:
Strip like I instructed.

Teague kicked off his flip-flops, then shoved his shorts and underwear down. Hudson’s gaze slid over to him, watching Teague’s cock bobbing up and down, already hard.

Yep, safe to say the kid wasn’t intimidated, which was a good thing.

Teague’s shirt followed and he stood naked a few feet away from Hudson.

Spreading his legs wide, Hudson signed for Teague to come over to him and lie across his lap.

“What?” Teague didn’t look amused.

Hudson lifted an eyebrow, held Teague’s stare, and waited.

A solid minute passed before Teague huffed and stomped toward him. The guy was a natural submissive, even if he didn’t realize it. It was hot as fuck.

After Hudson moved the toy, Teague got into position across Hudson’s lap, moving when Hudson pushed him so that his ass was directly over Hudson’s legs. Since Teague couldn’t see him, there would be no communication, but that was okay. He was interested in pleasuring Teague at the moment, and that would be all the conversation they needed.