Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Did he leave on the bangers and mash, the fish and chips, the colcannon?” he asked, naming only a fraction of the dishes with potatoes in them. “I’m just teasing. I’ll talk to him.” His smile was still wide and indulgent. He wanted me to be best pleased with the way the pub was run.
“Thank you,” I said. “Man’s a bloody nuisance, you ask me. Too bad for everyone you can’t have my auld man back there.”
Before he met the Brazilian and went half-mad, my father was the best chef around. Took great pleasure in putting out the family recipes the best he could. The place wouldn’t be half the legacy it was without his touch on the offerings.
“Do you miss him?” Hudson asked, sliding over next to me and running a hand along my collarbone. The light touch brought up goose bumps along my skin.
“I miss the man I thought he was.”
“What do you mean?”
I sighed. “When he decided to leave, I was so disappointed in him. I always thought our family’s history meant everything to him. That he’d stay and protect it at all cost. He’d raised me to be the same. That’s why I didn’t stay away after college. So when he up and left after meeting Daniela, I was gutted.”
“You said you didn’t care for her. His new wife, I mean.”
I shook my head. “She’s just too young to know jack all about the world and about life. Came to the pub with her parents for fuck’s sake. She’s younger than Cait.”
“Why didn’t she move to Ireland?”
“No sun. No beach. None of her family nearby. I think the idea of having a young one and living in Rio appealed to my Dad after years of working hard, yeah? Can’t rightly blame the man. I miss him though.”
“When was the last time—”
I cut him off. “Can we change the subject? I had plans for you tonight, and mention of my dad is throwing a spanner in the works.”
Hudson leaned in and kissed me lightly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push. Just know you can talk to me about it if you want. My parents moved to Singapore several years ago, remember? So it’s something we have in common.”
I kissed him some more, letting myself enjoy the feel of his mouth on mine and his tongue playing against my own. It didn’t take long for my cock to decide it was time for some more fun with Hudson’s willing body.
“I want to be inside you,” I said into his mouth. “Tell me how you want it, gorgeous man. What’s your fantasy?”
A groan pushed out of him, and his hard length jumped against my leg.
“Tell me,” I repeated softly. “You want me to push into you slow and sweet, or do you want me to hold you down and fuck you?”
His jumping cock answered my question without him having to say the words. He wanted to be held down.
“However you want,” he said hesitantly.
“Hands and knees, Hudson.”
I climbed off the bed to find lube and condoms. Something about Hudson’s shyness told me he’d appreciate a moment to get his head in the right place without me staring at him. But I had no doubt he wanted this. So many signals he’d sent me told me he wanted to be on the receiving end, and he wasn’t the only one who wanted things that way between us. Whenever I took myself in hand with the thought of coming deep inside him, I almost shot my load on the very first stroke.
After gathering what I needed, I turned back to the bed. Hudson’s round, muscular arse was raised in the air, and his face was buried in the pillow. The tops of his ears were so red, I thought he must be dying of mortification.
I crawled onto the bed next to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“I’ve never been with anyone who turned me on as much as you do. I’ve never seen a body I wanted to own as much as yours. When I think about coming together with you like this, it makes me feel like I can’t possibly be so lucky. Do you have any idea how much your trust means to me?”
He turned his head toward me and took my mouth in his.
“How did you know I needed to hear that?” he whispered.
“Because I see you. And I hear you, sweet man. You know I would be happy simply lying here in your arms, yeah? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know. Now shut the hell up and bugger me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his word choice. After kissing him one last time, I moved around behind him and kissed his big muscular arse cheek before nipping it to leave a mark.