“Back to my place, right?” He brushed his knuckles against me.
“Nope. The carpet’s still ripped out.” The water damage from the storm had left the old rugs smelling like a swamp, and it had taken a full day to haul the mess out. “Aren’t the guys supposed to come tomorrow to put the new ones in?”
“Yeah, but all we need is the bed. I can’t be at the ranch house tonight, Matt.” He was pouting, and it was so fucking sexy I was tempted to pull over and put those lips to use. “I’m a little tipsy and not sure I can keep it down.”
I chuckled, squeezing his knee. “Don’t worry. Where we’re going, you can be as loud as you want.”
He gave me a sidelong glance, suspicion and amusement warring in his eyes. “What does that mean?”
“Shh. You’ll spoil the surprise.”
“Hmm. Don’t mind if I entertain myself, then.”
His entertainment was inside my jeans. He kept fondling me, trying to undo the button, and failing. Laughing, I gave him a hand, flicked the button open, and spread the flaps apart.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Hudson slid his palm inside and curled his fingers hot and rough against me. My hips jerked off the seat, and his laugh was low and wicked.
“Eyes on the road, cowboy,” he teased, stroking me slow enough to drive me insane. “No blow job for you if you’re getting distracted by it. Safety first.”
“Fuck, Hud,” I ground out, white-knuckling the wheel as my cock swelled against his grip. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“But isn’t it a good way to go?” His voice dipped, that lazy drawl winding right around my spine. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You love it when I touch you like this. Big strong rancher, but I can still get you trembling with five fingers and a filthy mouth.”
I groaned, helpless. He wasn’t wrong. My thighs tensed,fighting to stay steady as he worked me with his hand, smearing precum across the head.
Then he shifted lower and pulled me free. The air conditioner chilled me for a heartbeat, but then he closed his mouth over the tip.
“Jesus Christ, Hud.”
He laughed around me. “Just don’t take your eyes off the road. Ivy still needs her two daddies when she wakes up tomorrow.” He swallowed me down again, tongue pressing flat, wet heat dragging me closer to the edge with every pull.
The wetgluck-gluckfilled the cab, obscene. My chest heaved like I’d run the length of the ranch. I tangled my fingers in his hair, not to guide, just to hang on.
He was relentless, bobbing his head, one hand wrapped tight at the base, the other palming my thigh like he wanted to leave fingerprints there.
I didn’t know how the hell I kept driving. Every muscle in me was trembling, and my vision hazed at the edges. When I finally swung the truck into a turn and the neon vacancy sign came into view, my gut clenched.
Finally.
If the journey were any longer, I would have had to pull over to fuck his face properly.
Hudson gave one last hard suck, pulled off with a wet pop, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. His grin was sinful. He looked up at the motel sign, and his jaw dropped.
He sat up, chest rising and falling, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “Why are we here, Matt?” he asked. “We no longer need to have sex in secret in this cheap motel room. We have a house. Hell, we have a tent by the lake.”
I tucked my cock back into my jeans, still shaky from hismouth. When I was decent again, I cupped his jaw until he looked at me. “But this is a place with lots of memories.”
“You mean this is the place where we fucked for thirty-six hours?”
The words hit sharper than he’d meant them to. I knew he didn’t mean to cheapen the experience, but my throat tightened, and when I spoke, it came out rough, unsteady. “It wasn’t just that to me, Hud. It’s the place where I fell deeper in love with you.”
His grin faltered. “Matt.”
I shook my head, trying to steady my voice. “We’d break ourselves all week working sunup to sundown at the ranch, five days straight. Then for thirty-six hours, it was just us. Away from everyone, away from the gossip. Those hours here—” My chest burned, and I pressed my hand over it. “They meant the world to me. Watching those old westerns while we got buzzed on cheap beer. Passing one cigarette between us like a couple of high school kids. Listening to you breathe when you fell asleep halfway through the movie, and knowing—knowing—I got to keep you for another night.”
Hudson’s expression shifted. Shock came first, then regret. He lifted his hand and covered mine where it still held his jaw.
