My chest squeezed. “Pick up the phone sometime and call me, yeah?”
“I will,” he said, but something in his tone told me not to believe it. “Congrats, little brother. I’m happy for you. Maybe one day I’ll find what you have.”
The line went dead.
I lowered the phone, staring at it like it might give me answers. Hudson’s chin rested heavily on my shoulder, andone of his hands pushed under my shirt to stroke my stomach. “You okay?” he murmured.
“That was Carter.”
“I gathered. Why did you tell him we’re getting married in a month?”
“It’ll be on the twenty-first of next month.”
“Oh? When did we agree on that?”
“I agreed on it for us.”
He groaned. “Maaaaatt.”
“Hudsoooon.”
He chuckled and shoved me out of the swing. “Come on, push me. It’s the least you can do after you ambushed our wedding.”
I stumbled, laughing under my breath, and caught the chain of the swing. “Hudson, pretty please, marry me in a month.”
Hudson leaned back so I could see his face, his grin lazy, eyes glinting in the porch light. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On how convincing you are tonight.” He arched a brow and winked. “Push me.”
I moved behind him and gave him a shove, the chains creaking as the swing rocked forward. He stretched his legs out, head tilted back, that cocky grin tugging at his mouth, the night breeze ruffling his hair. The sight of him stole the last of the weight off my chest.
The swing drifted back, and when it reached me again, I caught the chain, and he leaned all the way back, reading my mind. I loved how much we were on the same page, and I captured his mouth in a kiss. He hummed against me, soft and teasing.
Another push, another kiss, deeper this time.
By the third swing, I stilled the chain and pressed mychest to his back, caging him in against the slats. I slid my arms around his torso, pulled him flush against me, and mouthed at the line of his jaw. His lips parted on a low groan, hot and hungry, and I swallowed the sound in a kiss from behind, tilting his head back and twisting the chains to get better access to his mouth.
He broke away and set something into my palm. I glanced down at the small bottle and grinned at the lube. “Once a slut…”
His scowl was ruined by the way his lips curved. “Are you complaining?”
“Never a complaint.” I kissed him again, hard, smothering the protest on his tongue. “I love how much you enjoy me being inside you, babe.”
“Then hurry,” he whispered, a shiver in his voice. “We’re out in the open.”
“Everyone’s asleep.” I nipped his jaw, pushing his legs wider. “Who’s gonna see?”
He fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, squirming back on the seat so his bare ass hung just over the edge. That perfect ass.
“God, Hudson. From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were so fucking hot. And today you’re even more so.”
“I’m not convinced yet,” he teased, then gave himself a slight push that rocked him forward and back. My eyes traveled the distance of his ass farther away from me, then nearer.
Fuck.
I shoved my shorts down my thighs, wrapped a fist around myself, and stroked until I was thick and aching. My eyes never left that perfect bubble butt. With my other hand, I squeezed lube onto my cock. When he rocked backinto me, I caught the chains to stop him and slicked my fingers into his tight heat.
