HUDSON (The Beckett Boys, Book Six)

by Olivia Chase

  I run my fingers along the chair's upholstery and my thoughts swim. God, I want to believe Gage. My instinct is telling me to trust him. But I'm also in danger of totally falling for him, so maybe my instincts are playing tricks on me. I don't really know what to think.

  But when I look back up, Gage's watchful eyes are so warm, and so genuine, that I decide to go with my gut. I do believe him.

  "Okay," I announce. "I'm going to take you at your word, Gage."

  His face relaxes, and that amazing smile lights his eyes back up. It's only been a few days, but it feels like forever since I've seen that. "Thank you," he says. He stands up and steps over to me, taking me in his arms. "It means everything to me that you believe me."

  "Good," I say. "Just don't fuck it up."

  Gage laughs, and I bury my face in the subtle smell of his cologne.

  My thoughts are flying around at light speed, and my insides still feel queasy when I think about Natasha. But hugging Gage right now feels better than anything.

  Chapter 11

  GAGE

  The Lodge here is actually pretty impressive. I'm assuming there aren't a lot of snowy days outside of these mammoth timber-framed windows, but it's definitely got that woodsy feel. I suppose I'm spoiled, having stayed in some of the world's most phenomenal hotels, and I was thinking the Deer Falls Lodge might be a little hokey inside. But Austin must have sent over some talented designers, because the decor is posh while still fitting the cabin-esque vibe. Lots of stone and granite, lots of soft leather. The couch I'm sitting on by the giant stone fireplace is so comfortable, I'm thinking about offering to buy it.

  I keep looking towards the main doors. Keri's supposed to be here any minute. Every time the doormen leave their stance, I expect the person they're ushering in to be Keri, but so far, not her.

  The suite I've booked for the weekend is super nice. It's not luxury in the sky, since resorts tend to stretch out horizontally instead of vertically, but it's luxury on the fourth floor. Keri mentioned she's always wanted to stay here, but never had a reason to, since she lives in town. When I told her I got us the best suite, she squealed so loud that my phone speakers almost blew.

  At eight-fifteen, I shoot her a text on my new phone. A phone that is literally, one hundred percent, just for Keri. It's under a fake name and everything.

  Christ. The lengths I'm willing to go to for this girl.

  Within seconds, my phone vibrates in my palm.

  Already upstairs. No lobby! What if someone sees us???

  She must have come in the side door.

  When the elevator doors open on the top floor, sure enough, Keri's beautiful face peers at me from the landing, rebuke all over it.

  "What are you thinking?" she chides me. "The lobby is way too full of people."

  "Not Bristowe people," I counter.

  "You never know who has a job here." Keri takes my hand and traces my wrist with her fingertips. "And someone could always recognize you, and snap a picture of you with your unknown companion."

  "But nobody knows what I look like," I say, grinning. "I thought we established that."

  "Gage! God. You're going to have to let that go."

  "Were you just hanging out in the hallway for twenty minutes?"

  "Just ten. I came in the side door then went up the fire stairs."

  "Stealth," I commend her.

  "And you've got to work on that." Keri's lecturing me might be kind of hot if she didn't sound truly anxious. "We've already had one scare. Step up your game, Gage."

  "I'm sorry." I slide my arm around her waist. She smells fantastic again. Does this girl just roll around in a bed of flowers and fairy dust before she sees me? She’s wearing a flowery blouse that hugs her roudn tits, her hair in tousled curls around her shoulders. My dick is already hard, imagining how good her pussy tastes.

  "Yeah, well." Keri can't help smiling. "You can make it up to me."

  We arrive at the end of the hallway, where the sign Whitetail Suite labels the double doors as our new home. For tonight, at least.

  I take Keri on a quick tour of the suite. "Full kitchen," I point out.

  "Pretty," she says. "But we won't use it."

  "Bedroom One." I gesture through an open door, then start kissing my neck as I push her gently back across the living room to the larger bedroom. "Bedroom Two. And the bathroom is through that door.”

  “Does it have a –”

  "We can see the rest of the suite in a minute," I whisper in her ear, pulling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor.

  “But –”

  I put my index finger over her lips. "Don't talk back to your professor."

  "Yes, sir," she replies, giggling.

  I take in her bra. It’s black—that sheer stuff that doesn’t hide anything, and it’s got lace trim.

  “Sexy,” I say.

  I run my thumb across her completely visible nipple, and it perks even more at my touch. "You know," I observe, "there really seems to be no point in even fashioning a bra like this. What was Victoria thinking?"

  "It's not Victoria's," she informs me. "It's from this website where you don't realize your first purchase puts you into a club."

  "Now that sounds like shady business."

  "So shady." She lets a jagged breath out as I keep stroking her nipple.

  "So they get paid," I say, "and, plainly, don't have to use a lot of materials to make their wares. Shady, but brilliant. I'm surprised you of all people got sucked into that."

  "Oh no," she says. "Am I unfit for the business world?"

  "Maybe not.”

  I kiss her, long and deep. She pulls my shirt off.

  Her tongue crashes into mine, and we edge toward the main bathroom, off the bigger bedroom.

  It’s got a long vanity with two sinks, and a soaker tub, and in the corner, a nice-sized shower with thick glass walls on the two sides that aren’t the wall.

  We make out against the vanity, with me pushing her up against it, and her not protesting. I waste no time beginning to rub on her a little. She grinds on me a little bit, which makes me insane.

  We do this dry-humping thing without talking for a few minutes. I can see the back of her in the mirror.

  I reach around and undo her bra, which I ease off her. I cup her bare breasts, feeling their weight in my palms, and graze her nipples, making them stand erect. I watch her savor the sensations of my caresses, and all that does is make me want to take off everything else she’s wearing.

  I step away and lean into the shower, turning the levers, cranking it up to full blast.

  Steam begins to fill the room.

  “Unbutton my pants,” I instruct.

  She swallows and then nods, so innocent, so submissive to my every need.

  She pulls down my jeans, and I kick them off. I know she likes that moment when my dick comes out of my boxers and into view, so I stand before her and give her that pleasure, loving the satisfied look on her face.

  We get rid of the rest of her clothes. Her panties are hot, without a doubt, but they won’t do either one of us any good in the shower. I hold the door for her, and we step in.

  Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

  We kiss under the spray, soaking our hair, steaming up the glass.

  She puts her arms around my neck and looks up at me with those azure eyes.

  Wordlessly, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, and I heft her against the wall. Neither one of us says anything out loud as I angle my dick. It gropes her pussy, feeling around until it finds the way in.

  I do her, just like that. We can’t hear anything but the roar of the shower, and when I explode, I take the opportunity to pull out right before, so I can watch it shoot onto her skin, coating her, making her mine. Being in the water makes for easy cleanup, and when we emerge from the shower, we’re almost woozy from the heat and the steam.

  We order dinner, and fall asleep later, the TV still on. The next morning, we scurry to get our clothes
together, and ride down the elevator separately, saying goodbye in the haven of our room. There is no time to enjoy the resort, no time to be together like a normal couple. I check out, and then it’s just another day at Bristowe College, where all the Bristowe Blues but one think everything is normal.

  This is how it goes for us, unable to see each other at my house now, or hers. How bizarre and ironic that two grown, legal adults can’t bring each other over to either one of their homes.

  I decide I can at least give us the semblance of a house, temporarily, by renting another private home on the nightly rate. It will also help me to keep Keri safe from Natasha.

  This one’s in my neighborhood, Skylight Park, but several streets over from my place. I hope things don’t get to the point of me renting two houses long-term in Deer Falls, Texas.

  This house is smaller than my main house. This one is Spanish style, with a red tile roof, arched windows, colorful mosaics, and reddish floor tiles. It’s a cool house, reminds me of California. The best part is that it has a pool with a diving board, and is pretty much surrounded on all sides by trees. We should have plenty of privacy.

  Keri comes over after nightfall, so nobody will see her car, with any luck. She has black shorts and a red spaghetti strap top on. It’s a simple ensemble, but her legs are on full display. She oohs and ahhs over the house, and then melts into my arms.

  I embrace her, inhaling her scent. I can feel myself reacting to her just by innocently holding her like this, my cock ready for her.

  I have dinner waiting for us on the patio. “Come with me.”

  But as soon as we’re outside, Keri ignores the spread I’ve set out – filet mignon cooked to a perfect medium, mashed potatoes and candied carrots – and pulls off her red top, displaying a bra that practically makes my eyes bug out of my head.

  "Is that netting?" I groan, pulling back just to get a better look. "Your bra is made from a fisherman's net."

  "No," Keri says, breaking into giggles. "You mean you don't like it?"

  "Oh, I like it." I gape at Keri's flawless breasts, completely visible through the most open weave a bra has ever been made of. "You might as well not be wearing a bra at all."

  Keri gives me a playful eyeroll. "That's kind of the point." She turns and sticks a toe into the water.

  “Take it off,” I demand.

  She reaches around and begins to unhook her bra.

  “Turn around so I can see.”

  She spins on her heel and keeps going with the clasp, which seems to be stuck. She fumbles with it for a while, then finally gives up and pulls the bra up over her head. When her breasts are free, they bounce back into place.

  “Jesus,” I say, the blood rushing to my cock. Keri’s tits are so full, so firm. They’re what I picture when I’m not with her and I need to jerk it. And it doesn’t take very long before I blow my load all over my shower wall, thinking about those tits of hers.

  Keri’s panties, now that she reveals them, are made of that same ludicrous mesh stuff as her bra. Oh, good God.

  Keri answers me by walking around the edge of the pool to the diving board. She walks to the end and sits down, in full view of me. She keeps her left leg hanging off the side of the board, and lifts the right one.

  Keri’s hand slips down to her underwear, or whatever you call that totally see-through braiding of threads. I can’t look away.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Touch yourself while I watch.”

  Her finger circles her pussy, in plain sight through that netting. My dick is rock hard.

  “Do more. Push your panties to the side so I can see your cunt.”

  Keri spreads her pussy for me, pushing the fabric of her panties to the side. She inserts a fingertip, closing her eyes briefly. “Oh,” she moans.

  “Show me,” I urge her. “Show me how you do it.”

  She massages herself, slipping her finger in and out. Some pre-cum drips out of me. Her breathing is coming hard and shallow now, and she leans her head back, immersing herself in her own touch.

  “Keep going,” I encourage her.

  “Oh,” she almost moans. “I am.”

  I watch, totally devoted to her and her body right now. She stands up, delicately stepping out of her net panties that literally serve no underwear purpose except beautiful torture. “Stand there for a sec.”

  She does, allowing me to set my eyes loose on her from head to toe.

  “Turn around.”

  She turns away from me, the pool lights illuminating her firm, round ass. I want to put my tongue between those cheeks. I remember smacking that thing, in my office.

  Keri returns to the diving board.

  “Go back to what you were doing before.”

  Keri lies down, her back flat on the board, her legs splayed. It’s the raunchiest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen outside of porn, and porn isn’t reality. I can’t believe this is reality, but there she is in front of me, masturbating on my diving board.

  Her hand moves with more and more intensity. Her wrist tenses, and I can see her technique is getting more and more purposeful. A sigh drifts across the pool, followed by some more heavy, drawn-out breaths.

  Sound travelling faster over water might just be a gift from the gods.

  I can’t take this anymore. I get naked, too, and maneuver over towards the diving board.

  I palm my cock, jerking off over her, watching her finger her tight little pussy.

  “Keep doing that, baby, keep fucking yourself while you watch me jerk it.”

  Her eyes are on my dick, wide and innocent, and it’s all I can do not to blow a load all over her cute little face.

  A few moments later, she cums. Her back arches, and she shudders. I’m glad this property has a perimeter lined with trees. Nobody should get to witness this but me.

  She lies somewhat disoriented for a minute, trying to breathe normally again.

  I step closer, and she sits up, level with my cock.

  “Yes,” I say. “Yes please.”

  She works her fingers over it. I love her touch, how she’s gentle and just firm enough at the same time, and how she looks at it with what looks like wonderment.

  I let her have her way with it. I ordered her around a few minutes ago, and maybe she has something in store for me.

  “Gage?” she says, her voice sexy. “Do you like watching me do this?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “And this?” She puckers her lips on the end of my cock.

  “Of course.”

  She moves her lips all over the tip, smiling as she does it. Then, with no indication, she takes me all the way down her throat. I feel my eyes pop open as she takes all of me, every centimeter. She doesn’t ask me verbally if I like watching this, since her mouth is full. But she asks with her eyes, looking up at me, her eyes wide, asking for my approval.

  “Yes,” I say, “Good girl, baby, suck my cock, take it.”

  Keri moves her head up and down, taking me and releasing me. The pool lights reflect on her black hair, and I thought a minute ago I’d never behold anything more spectacular than what she demonstrated for me. But now, watching her blow me on a warm night straddling summer and fall, with the light gleaming in her hair and her breasts pushed together by her arms, I think maybe I’m undecided on that.

  She’s intent on pleasing me, and I revel in the regular looks she casts at my face, seeking my appreciation.

  “Fuck,” I manage to gasp when her pace picks up.

  She answers by bobbing her head some more, keeping time with the faster speed I’m responding to.

  I tangle my fingers in her hair, and she just keeps sucking my cock. I feel it coming, and I try to hold off, to delay it, but that’s pretty hit or miss, at least for me. I want to keep this slice of heaven going for as long as possible, or at least until Keri gets tired. But gazing down at her, she’s all power, all energy, working away with my dick in her mouth, and looking amazing doing it.

  This girl is almos
t too much. She’s got this effect on me that I can’t explain. And that’s why I make a low, guttural sound in my throat, totally incapable of anything else, and I cum, into her mouth, holding her head in place, making her take every last drop.

  Keri looks at me with a serenity that I’m not sure I’ve seen on her yet. She looks me right in the eye and swallows.

  Wow.

  Chapter 12

  KERI

  That’s how it goes for the next two weeks, the two of us together all the time, sharing covert looks in class, texting each other, me sneaking into the second house Gage rented. We haven’t heard anything else from Natasha, and I’m starting to think that maybe she’s gone home, hoping against hope that I’m right.

  It's not quite eight when my phone dutifully wakes me up on Monday morning. I turn over in the hotel bed and see Gage on his back with his mouth open. I suppress a giggle. He's somehow adorable even sleeping like that. His arm still extends sideways, as if unconsciously waiting for me to slide right back into my spot next to him. I quietly step over to the window and peel back the curtain. The city of Austin is waking up, too, with the sun mounting upwards and the streets below filling with cars and people.

  This. This is not a bad way to start my week. I just wish I could stay here for awhile longer, just Gage and me. And the rest of downtown Austin.

  This is our fourth hotel stay since we were forced to take our relationship on the down low. We went back to the Deer Falls Lodge, but I panicked when a wedding party floated by when I walked in, and I recognized one of the bridesmaids as one of Becker's sister's friends.

  I was anxious all night, wondering if that friend saw me, and if she did, did she remember me, and if she did, would she ask Becker's sister what I was doing at the Lodge. Or worse, ask Becker directly. Which is almost funny, because if Gage weren't affiliated with my school, I wouldn't mind at all if Becker heard about how quickly I found someone sexier, more successful, and more manly than he is.