That and his hand reaching around the front of me, rubbing my clit, drove me right over the edge.
And then I was voiceless, floating, as the heavens parted and angels sang to me. The man gave me an orgasm of biblical proportions.
Moments later he joined me, growling out as his hot seed filled me, his cock pulsing as he came.
My heart hammered in my chest while I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I’d just fucked the porta-potty guy. And now I was ready to be like Shelby and drop everything in my life for another sample of his cock. I now understood how Shelbyhad fallen for Thatcher. And I felt like an ass for the things I’d said about him. I must have seemed so shallow to her, stuck on the fact that she was marrying a trashman.
Whatever Hudson had just done to me had fucked some sense back into my head for the first time in years. Could a man do that? Fuck your priorities straight?
“I really needed that,” I whispered. My hands were still clutching the edge of the dresser like I might fall over where I stood.
We were both sweaty, shattered and breathless as he slid himself back out of me, his eyes hooded and trained on mine.
“What did you think of that, Elizabeth? Did I do you right? You feel any more relaxed?”
I started laughing, an out-of-control sound.
Then I stammered, “You know how to fuck.”
He growled in my ear, a low, throaty sound. “Yes, ma’am, that’s one thing I know how to do.”
Then he slapped me on the ass and said, “Put on your jeans, woman. We’ve got to get to the festival before Thatcher and Shelby leave.”
Chapter 12
Hudson
Being with her had been incredible.
When I’d made my bold offer, I’d expected her to laugh it off. But she’d surprised me and gone for it. It was true that there’d been a simmering tension between us since we’d first met, but that didn’t mean people always acted on it.
The only downfall to having the perfect fuck with the perfect woman was that I’d only get to do it once.
She was leaving in the morning, back to her fancy New York life. And she’d be leaving me behind.
We put Leona in the guest bedroom and set her up with the food and litter box that the animal shelter had provided. To put Lizzie’s mind at ease, I shut the door, keeping Frankie and Bandit out.
I knew those dogs wouldn’t hurt the kitten; they were already trying to mother it. But since it made Lizzie feel better, it was an easy thing to do.
Then we drove the two minutes it took to get to the Fall Festival.
And now we were there, with people all around us. And I had my arm around her waist possessively, signaling to the world that she wasmine, even if only for one night.
She looked too damn good in the jeans she’d borrowed, and I was certain I’d be fighting other men off all night long.
Lizzie didn’t seem to notice the appreciative glances that came her way, though. Her eyes were everywhere, taking it all in.
I’d been to dozens of these festivals, but this was her first, and she seemed captivated with everything she saw.
A stiff wind blew, and I felt Lizzie shiver. So, I shrugged out of my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
She peered up at me with an appreciative smile on her face. Lizzie had opted to go with half-fashion and half-practicality.
She’d settled on a pair of Shelby’s jeans, and kept my sister’s hiking boots on. But on top, she’d gone with a soft cream-colored sweater that showed off her tits magnificently.
Unfortunately, the thin sweater did nothing to cut the cold bite of the autumn wind.
My jacket would help.
