Speechless (Pier 70 #3) (4 page)

Hudson turned his attention to Benny, making sure the little punk saw the fury burning in his eyes. He wasn’t angry about the adolescent name-calling. He’d long ago learned to let that shit roll right off him. No, his ire was directly related to Teague lying on that couch, his dick in some asshole’s mouth.

When Benny attempted to close the door in Hudson’s face, he took a step forward, keeping the door from shutting. He put his hand on the wood and shoved it open, sending it slamming into the wall behind it, causing Benny to stumble backward.

“Dude. What the fuck’s your problem?” This time the cocksucker was the one asking questions, kneeling between Teague’s legs.

Hudson pointed toward the hallway.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Benny asked, laughing like a hyena. “This fucktard can’t even talk. How stupid is that?” Again, the shit-fuck started flailing his hands, mocking Hudson.

“It means get the fuck out,” Teague called out, anger flashing in his eyes.

Hudson watched as Teague pushed the cocksucker away, knocking him onto the floor. Teague huffed, yanking off the condom before pulling up his jeans and getting to his feet.

“Yeah!” Benny yelled, moving closer to Hudson. “Get the fuck out!”

“I’m talkin’ to you, asshole.” Teague blasted Benny with a hateful glare. “Grow the fuck up, man. Get outta my fuckin’ apartment.” Teague turned back to the cocksucker. “You, too. This is over.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Benny turned his attention to Teague. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“Like I said… This. Is. Over.” Teague pointed to the door.

Benny grabbed his shirt from the floor while the cocksucker grabbed his clothes. Neither of them said a word, but if looks could kill, Hudson would’ve been laid out on the floor in need of a body bag. Not wanting to halt their progress, Hudson took a step back and let them leave, ignoring the urge to shove them along.

When they were out of sight, he turned back to Teague.

“You, too!” Teague yelled. “Get the fuck out.”

Hudson shook his head. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You’re a giant fucking asshole, you know that?” Teague pinned him with a glare. “Why the fuck do you hafta interfere with my fucking life? I haven’t been laid in three goddamn months, and I simply wanna get off. There was a damn good chance that woulda happened if you didn’t stick your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Although he seemed to have sobered somewhat, Teague was still slurring his words. Hudson snatched Teague’s phone from the coffee table and shoved it at him before retrieving his own from his pocket. He pulled up Teague’s contact info and typed out a message:

What the fuck are you doing with those assholes?

Teague’s phone vibrated and the kid looked down at it.

“I was getting my goddamn dick sucked. What the fuck did it look like?”

Hudson typed out another message:
Two?

Teague appeared confused when the message showed up on his phone. He looked up at Hudson. “Two what?”

Hudson nodded toward the hallway, cocking an eyebrow.

“Ahh.” Teague went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. “You don’t like the fact that it takes two to please me, huh? What? Are you jealous? Or just a prude?”

Hudson typed again:
If it takes two, you haven’t been with the right man.

Teague scowled at his phone when the message popped up. He set his phone on the counter, opened his beer, and lifted his eyes to meet Hudson’s. The kid laughed. “What? You think you’re man enough?”

Hudson didn’t think, he knew.

He had no idea what compelled him to do what he did next, but whatever it was, he wasn’t strong enough to resist it.

Three

FUCK.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The second he said those words, Teague noticed the determined gleam in Hudson’s eyes. Rather than their usual brilliant emerald color, they were darker, more intense.

Teague wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was pretending to be. Sure, he had been at some point tonight, but his buzz had quickly been dampened when that jackass Benny had started talking shit to Hudson. It was a wonder the guy could walk out of here. Had he been in Hudson’s shoes, Teague would’ve laid the fucker out for talking shit like that.

Maybe Teague wasn’t Hudson’s biggest fan, but he damn sure wasn’t going to sit back and let someone talk shit to him like that. Only now, he kind of wished Benny and Jason were still there, because Hudson was stalking him from across the room, and that glint in his eyes was dangerous.

Teague swallowed hard as he backed up against the refrigerator. He ran out of room before Hudson got to him, but his reflexes were dulled by the alcohol, so he didn’t manage to dodge him in time.

Hudson planted his hands on the refrigerator—one on each side of Teague’s head—with a thud, shaking the glass bottles inside. For the longest minute in the history of time, Hudson didn’t move, simply stared, their noses practically touching. Teague tried to come up with some smartass thing to say, something that would get Hudson to back off, but he couldn’t formulate words with Hudson so damn close.

Fucking hell, Hudson smelled good. That enticing scent of expensive cologne was like a bolt of lust straight to the nuts.

And because of that delicious scent, the heat of Hudson’s body, and the softness of his lips, Teague found himself practically climbing the man as Hudson kissed him hard.

Oh, fuck.

Warmth infused him, trickling down his spine, right through his balls, and down to his toes. He was assaulted by a sense of need so overwhelming his knees threatened to give out. He’d only been kissed like this once before and that had been a fucking dream.

There was no question who was in charge here, and it damn sure wasn’t Teague.

Trying to gain some semblance of control, Teague fumbled behind him, managing to set his beer on the counter before he grabbed on to Hudson and held him, thrusting his tongue into the big man’s mouth, taking what Hudson was clearly offering. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve refused the kiss, choosing for that wicked mouth to do other things, but this was Hudson and…

Fuck.

No one had ever kissed him like this. No one had ever even tried.

The guy was so damn big, his chest solid against Teague’s. At five nine, Teague wasn’t a big guy by any means, more like average. But up against Hudson, he felt small. And he fucking liked it.

The memory of that dream flooded him. This felt like déjà vu.

Hudson cupped Teague’s jaw with one hand, his grip bordering on painful, holding him in place while he plundered his mouth. Their tongues dueled, teeth clashing together as they both tried to inhale the other. Teague shouldn’t have enjoyed it, he shouldn’t have wanted more, but he did.

Hudson pulled back before Teague was ready, but he didn’t sign anything or go for his phone. They stood there, eyes locked, panting as they fought for breath. Teague mentally willed Hudson to kiss him again, but he didn’t. Instead, Hudson took a step back, grabbed Teague’s phone from the counter, and tossed it toward him. He managed to catch it, though he wasn’t sure how. Not only was the alcohol making his brain fuzzy, that damn kiss had intensified the sensation.

Hudson typed something on his phone while Teague willed his dick to chill the fuck out.

You want someone to fuck you the right way, I’m your guy.

Teague’s eyes widened in disbelief as he read the message, then read it again. When he looked up, he noticed Hudson was walking out his front door, pulling it closed behind him.

What the hell had just happened?

Teague tapped out a reply:
You make an offer like that and you walk out? What the fuck?

A few seconds later, another message came in.
The offer stands. You want to be fucked the right way, you simply have to ask. Think about it. In the meantime, don’t let me see your dick in anyone’s mouth. You’re lucky I didn’t lose my shit. When you’re ready, you know where to find me.

Shit. Teague was ready now. He messaged Hudson and told him as much.

The response he got back was not one he wanted.

Two things you should know. One, I’m in charge, and two, you have to be sober. You make that happen and I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing. No strings.

Teague dropped onto the couch and stared at his phone. He didn’t know how much time passed, but he never moved, still trying to process what Hudson was telling him. Or more accurately, what Hudson was propositioning.

Could he be serious?

Sex with no strings.

He could only imagine what sex with Hudson would be like. The man would no doubt dominate him in every fucking way. Even the thought made his dick throb with anticipation. Sure, he’d had plenty of sex in his life, but never had he been truly dominated by a guy. Then again, he’d never wanted to be.

It was the very reason Teague went for guys his size, not bigger. Keeping things cool and on an even keel was what always worked best for Teague.

Right?

No strings. With Hudson.

Holy. Fuck.

HUDSON DIDN’T EXPECT Teague to respond to him after that. In fact, he didn’t want the kid to. He wanted Teague to think about what he was telling him, about what he was offering.

Granted, Hudson had no fucking idea how things had gotten that far, but when he’d had his tongue in Teague’s mouth, when he’d felt the way Teague was trying to devour him, the only thing Hudson could think about was owning him in every possible way. He wanted to show Teague exactly what he was missing when he ventured into these bullshit orgies that he claimed to find satisfaction in. If the kid wanted someone to satisfy him, Hudson would be more than willing to oblige.

He replayed what had happened in his head. Knocking on the door, seeing Teague face-fucking some little pussy while he kept his eyes closed. Had he been thinking about someone else? He damn sure hadn’t been focused on the mouth that was on him. Hudson wouldn’t have put up with that shit. He would’ve insisted Teague watch him while he swallowed his cock.

He willed his dick to relax.

He should’ve known better than to make the offer in the first place, but now that it was out there, he didn’t want to take it back. This had been a long time coming. And since he’d done it via text message, it wasn’t like Teague would forget. Unlike the kiss on that cruise. Luckily, Teague had been too intoxicated that night to remember, which had worked in Hudson’s favor.

Until now.

For so long, the two of them had been doing this dance, and quite frankly, Hudson was tired. He was tired of jacking off every damn night to thoughts of Teague on his knees or Teague beneath him. If he was ever going to get the kid out of his system, he knew they had to take this step.

As it was, Hudson had been suffering through a dry spell. The last time he’d been with a man… Well, if his memory served him correctly, it’d been back in November of last year. Two dates, fairly decent fuck, then Hudson had known it wasn’t going to work. He didn’t hide the fact that he was a dominant lover, and some men couldn’t handle that fact. He was a top and he preferred his bottoms to desire that. Unfortunately, that guy had been hoping to dominate Hudson.

Wasn’t going to happen.

He didn’t think he’d have that same issue with Teague. The kid was a natural bottom, and from the stories he’d heard Teague tell, he enjoyed it.

Since neither of them were looking for anything serious, he figured no harm, no foul.

And okay, yes, maybe he’d purposely put the proposition in a text message. That way Teague
couldn’t
use alcohol as his excuse. Hudson wanted him to remember what had happened, the way he’d felt when they’d shared that damn kiss. This way, Teague wouldn’t be able to deny it. Not this time.

No, Hudson wanted Teague to relive every single second of what had transpired between them tonight. He wanted that memory to replace any Teague might have of the cocksucker trying to get him off. In fact, he wanted to make Teague forget any fucking man from his past and think only of Hudson. He didn’t want Teague to have the option of pretending Hudson hadn’t offered to fuck him with no strings attached.

He dropped his head back on the cushion and stared up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Well, part of him did. Part of him wished he had never gotten up off his couch and gone over there. He couldn’t unsee that shit, and it pissed him off even now as he remembered the way that cock-sucker had been slobbering all fucking over Teague’s dick. In fact, that bothered him far more than all the bullshit that had come out of the other guy’s face. Hudson didn’t want anyone’s mouth on Teague. Or their hands. Or their dick. No one other than him.

And yes, he knew exactly how ludicrous this all was. Teague was nothing more than a punk kid who hadn’t yet come to terms with himself. How he was going to embrace something like this, Hudson didn’t know.

But it was worth a try.

For one thing, Hudson didn’t want Teague going around fucking anything with a dick. The kid drank way too damn much, and that kind of shit led to stupid mistakes. Who even knew if Teague had been safe all this time? Sure, the kid had been wearing a condom for oral sex, so that was a good sign, but didn’t mean Teague had always had the forethought.

Should Teague take him up on his offer, that was the first thing they would deal with. He would have Teague get tested, make sure he was clean. Hell, Hudson would do one, too, so the kid didn’t think it was all on him. Once the results came back…

Shit.

He was getting way ahead of himself. Teague hadn’t even accepted his offer yet.

Maybe he wouldn’t.

Which would probably be for the best.

With his head still leaned back, Hudson closed his eyes. He needed to sleep, needed to stop thinking about Teague. The damn kid had been on his mind for far too long as it was.

He heard the sound of glass shattering, followed by Teague’s irritated yell. “Giant fucking asshole!”

Hudson couldn’t help but smile. Looked as though he was right, that was Teague’s new nickname for him. And since he was so irate, it was clear Teague was once again thinking about him. He couldn’t say he was disappointed.

One way or the other, Hudson fully intended to get the kid out of his system. A couple of weeks of fucking him until neither of them could walk should certainly do the trick.

Now it was up to Teague on how that would play out. And when.