Broken: a bad boy romance novel

by London Casey

  My plan burst into flames the second I opened my bedroom door and found Hudson sitting on the edge of my bed.

  I gasped.

  He held a bottle of beer between his legs and just stared at me.

  The silence was sexy. Oh, fuck, it was so sexy.

  I could have backed out of the room but I didn’t. I stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind me.

  It was like my body knew what was going to happen and was taking full control.

  Fuck.

  “I thought I told you to go,” I said.

  “That was after you invited me to stay,” he said. “So, I’m a little confused.”

  “No confusion, Hudson.”

  “Then I guess it’s time to make a move here,” he said.

  He put the beer bottle to his lips and took a big drink. Then he put the bottle on the floor. He leaned back and put his hands to the bed.

  He was a dream.

  An erotic nightmare that I wanted to experience.

  “You don’t know what you’re getting into,” I whispered.

  “Yes, I do,” he said.

  There was a pause, but I broke it by stepping toward him. My bare feet shuffled against the soft carpet. My skin tingled and pricked from the water. Between my thighs I was a warm disaster.

  I stopped right before him.

  He sat up on the bed and eye level with my neck. He looked up at me as I lowered my arms to my sides. I was exposed to him, only a towel separating my nude body and his hungry needs.

  Hudson first touched my wrists. His fingers then slowly moved up my arms and to the front of the towel, gently touching my covered breasts. Using just the pointer finger on his right hand, he pulled and opened the towel. It fell into a crumpled pile of wet cloth at my feet.

  I was now fully naked in front of him. His hands cupping under my breasts, holding me, caressing me with his thumbs touching my nipples. I sucked in a breath and tried to release it in silence, but it came out as a whimper.

  His hands were so rough yet satisfying at the same time.

  His left hand moved down, grabbing my ribs with a firm hold.

  I looked down into his eyes and I could read what he wanted to say but didn’t have to.

  Mine.

  I was his.

  His other hand then made the same motion. I shuddered from deep within my core.

  Hudson pulled me forward. I let out a cry and grabbed for his shoulders as my breasts pressed against his face and I felt his mouth take my right breast first. I thrust my chest at him, his tongue sliding over my nipple. I could feel him write the word mine with his tongue. Each flicker against my nipple sent a warm pulse down between my legs.

  He pulled away with a wet kiss and went to my other breast. That’s when his right hand moved down my body, slowly and sensually, making me tingle and shiver. He didn’t stop until he rested between my legs, fingertips grazing my wetness. One of his fingers curled, pressing against my clit.

  I was so ready for him, my body aching with desperation.

  I cried out and bucked my hips.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Hudson repeated the move with his finger over and over, making me rock back and forth. His mouth left my breast and he leaned back on the bed, taking his finger with him. He grabbed at his jeans, opening them. As he shoved them down, it was clearly evident that he wasn’t wearing boxers again. The thick root of his cock appeared followed by the rest. He was standing tall, full, ready for me.

  “Take your shirt off,” I said.

  Hudson grinned and sat up. He took his shirt off and tossed it across the room. Then he leaned back and I gazed upon his naked body. Head to toe with muscle. Tattoos. The viper eyes. Everything bad rolled up into something so fucking good.

  I must have waited too long for him because he reached for me, grabbing my hips, pulling at me. My knees hit the bed and I climbed up, hovering over his cock. My body so close to touching his.

  I put my hands on his chest, feeling the amazing definition. All those pent-up angry hours in the gym had paid off.

  His right hand slid around to my ass, cupping me tight.

  “Fuck, you are beautiful,” Hudson said.

  “Hudson…”

  “Now shut up and let me get inside you, sweetheart.”

  I bit my lip as I lowered down. I felt him touch me. The full tip of his cock pressing against my slit. Then he was inside me, his strong hands guiding me down. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling him inside me. A wild pressure filled my body. I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I felt like it was never going to end either. Inch by inch, a fullness that I never felt before overtook my body. When I reached my breaking point I lifted up. My nails clawed at his chest and I dropped my head forward, my wet hair falling.

  I looked at Hudson, still breathless.

  His hands squeezed my hips even tighter.

  Then he thrust up at me.

  I groaned at that fullness again.

  Hudson held me where he wanted me and he started to fuck me. There was nothing slow and romantic with this outlaw. He had one pace and it was fuck.

  I lowered down some more, the tips of my wet hair touching his body.

  The heat between us was instant. I could smell his skin and taste his breath. My skin was damp with shower water and sweat.

  Hudson eased a hand to my lower back and pressed, bringing me down. I lowered my entire body down to his and we started to kiss. I rocked my hips at him. He was buried deep inside me as I moved, feeling him, grinding against his thick cock, wanting to experience his orgasm.

  I broke the kiss and threw my head back for a breath of air. Hudson put his left hand to the top of my back and pulled, bringing me up so he could kiss my chest again. Then he made a wild move, rolling me to my back, taking full control of our erotic moment together.

  He never left my body as we rolled, which was maybe the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life.

  He was deep inside me, holding there, fists on the bed, staring down at me. There was a look on his face that was almost angry, but something else. I couldn’t figure out what it was and I didn’t have time to ask because Hudson’s pause came to an end.

  He pulled back with the precision of a bow and arrow hunter and thrust forward, stealing my breath again.

  I gasped for air, crunching forward, my hands grabbing at the back of his shoulders. I pulled myself up, Hudson fucking me, my body tingling with pleasure as I started to reach my climax.

  I kissed his chest and opened my mouth, groaning, my teeth sliding against his hard skin up to his neck. I bit at him as I started to come.

  Hudson growled like a hungry animal as he thrust into me. He held there for a brief second as my body pulsed around his thick shaft. I felt myself pouring wetness as though I had just stepped out of the shower. But it was all me. My body’s reaction to what Hudson was doing to me.

  He didn’t let up on me either. Not for one second.

  He took me again, his wild body pumping and thrusting in and out of me. His hands moved to my sides and he guided me back to the bed. His hands settled on my breasts, holding me tight as he kept going. My hands ran up his arms, feeling the shape of muscles. Forearms first. My thumbs touching his biceps. My fingers touching the horseshoe shape of his triceps.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” Hudson said. “Your body is everything. Fuck.”

  I brought my feet to the bed and lifted myself, bucking my hips with his thrusts. We were in perfect sync right then, our eyes locked tight. He slowly moved his hands away from my chest and came down inch by inch. He moved with precision until our mouths collided like the lower halves of our bodies did.

  We kissed wildly and we fucked wildly. I could feel his cock thickening, filling up with its final stand. He was approaching climax. I finally reached around and grabbed at his perfect, muscular ass. My hands held that perfect ass tight as he pumped into me. When he started to come, he flexed and held there, groaning as his tongue
explored my mouth.

  It was such a hot moment that I started to come again myself.

  The two of us, together, climaxing. Breaking all the rules. Doing everything wrong. Creating a bigger mess than what was already happening all around us.

  Hudson kept fucking me, even after he was done. He buried his face into my neck. He started to kiss me again.

  He didn’t stop either.

  I threw my hands out to the bed and grabbed the sheets.

  I was at his mercy.

  I wanted him to kiss every inch of my body…

  And I knew he would.

  18

  HUDSON

  My hands held her waist as I felt the rush again. She was on her knees, me behind her, her hands grabbing at the top of the bed. Everything we weren’t supposed to do was being slowly checked off a list in my mind.

  When I finally let go, I held there and felt her beautiful body accepting me, sheathing me perfectly, pulling every bit of my release out of me and into her core.

  I stayed with her, slowly fucking her until I pulled away and she fell to the bed.

  I looked at the sight before me as Cora got onto her elbows and looked back at me. She was out of breath, her hair dancing as she gasped for air.

  I reached down and moved the hair out of her face.

  “You’re okay, sweetheart,” I whispered. “I promise.”

  I collapsed to the bed next to her.

  It was all too comfortable. Way too comfortable. I wasn’t sure I liked it.

  “How’s your leg feel?” she asked me. She turned to her side, covering her breasts with her arm. I didn’t need to see her breasts to appreciate how beautiful she was in the nude.

  “That’s what you’re thinking about? My leg?”

  “We just… I mean, that’s a lot of strain. Me on you. You on me.”

  “Me behind you,” I said with a grin.

  Her faced turned a deep shade of red. “That, too.”

  I reached for her face and moved a few strands of wet hair that still clung to her face. “I promise you, sweetheart, I’m fine.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Not as much as the rest of me feels good. Let it go, okay? Stop being my physical therapist and be my…”

  I lost my words.

  What was I going to say?

  Be my woman? Be my girl? Be my reliever? Be my old lady?

  “Be your what?” she asked, poking at me.

  I gritted my teeth. I ran a hand over my head and looked to the ceiling.

  “Just be you,” I whispered. “Be real. Be here. Be honest.”

  “I am,” Cora said. “I’m right here, Hudson. I just broke all the rules I set for us. I don’t know what I’m doing right now.”

  “Right now you’re catching your breath,” I said. “And you have nothing to be ashamed about.”

  “Hudson, I’m supposed to get you back on your motorcycle. I’m not supposed to be in bed with you.”

  “And here you are,” I said with a grin.

  Cora looked away from me.

  There it was again.

  The whole “hiding herself” thing.

  I let it go for the moment as I turned to face her. I touched her shoulder, sliding my fingers up and down her smooth and warm skin.

  “So, about the monsters under the couch…”

  “What about?”

  “They’re not there anymore.”

  “That’s good,” Cora said.

  “But under this bed… it could be scary.”

  “Is that your way of asking to sleep in my bed with me?”

  “Is that your way of begging me to stay right here and protect you?”

  Cora made a sexy move as she rolled to her other side. “Goodnight, Hudson.”

  She didn’t give me an answer, not that I would have cared either way. I was staying in her fucking bed for the night. No way we were going to go at it only for me to get kicked out of bed. But, damn, it really felt like she was changing the game I had spent years creating. A perfect game, actually.

  I sat up in the bed and looked down at her.

  There were minutes of complete silence before she reached back for my hand.

  “I’m still here,” I said.

  “I know. I want you to touch me.”

  I put my hand to her shoulder. My thumb gently massaged at her skin. My cock throbbed. Just touching Cora did that. Maybe because she was the one that held all the power to try and save my ass. I knew Prez was on my side with things, but it was just a matter of time before a decision needed to made about me. Even if I had to give up my cut temporarily.

  Fuck.

  Cora fell asleep pretty quickly.

  That’s the power of great sex.

  I was dead tired myself but my eyes switched between Cora sleeping and the drawer where I’d found that letter written to her. I noticed the last week she had been acting stranger. Almost clingy. Unless she was falling in love with me she was in some trouble.

  If she could save me… I could sure as hell save her.

  I didn't sleep much, knowing what I had to do.

  I was downstairs and guided my way through Cora’s kitchen to make some coffee. I thought she was never coming down. Whatever I had done to her last night put her in some kind of sex coma. And when she did emerge, she had a glowing smile on her face that drove a stake through my heart.

  “Coffee?” I asked.

  “Please,” she said.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You look…”

  “I didn’t sleep that great. Checking for those monsters.”

  Cora laughed. “Well, maybe I can really tire you out with what I have planned today. I’m thinking you should practice getting on your motorcycle. See how it feels and let me see what happens so I can try to help you.”

  “Sweetheart, today I’m the therapist.”

  “What?”

  I reached in my pocket and took out the note from her drawer. I threw it across the counter at her.

  “I need to know what you’re up against,” I said. “I want to help you.”

  Cora took the note and didn’t bother to open it. She put her hand on it and looked at me.

  “Where did you get that?”

  “You know where I got it.”

  “How?”

  “When the clubhouse went into lockdown. I was grabbing clothes. I saw it then.”

  “And you’re waiting until now…”

  “I tried giving you the chance to talk to me,” I said. “I didn’t want to do this. But something has you scared, Cora.”

  “It has nothing to do with you, your club, or some guy trying to run me over. Okay?”

  “But I still care,” I said. “Don’t you see that, Cora? I care about you. I want to help you.”

  “You can’t even walk right,” she blurted out.

  I took the jab without a flinch. I put the coffee mug to my lips and sipped.

  “Keep going,” I said. “Throw your anger at me, that’s fine.”

  “Get out of my house, Hudson. I’m serious this time. Get the fuck out.”

  I put the coffee mug down. “That’s what you really want? So, you needed me when your secret was intact. You wanted me to touch you, hold you, kiss you. Fuck you. But now I know something’s up and you’re just swinging your foot at my ass.”

  Her eyes were seconds away from filling with tears. That was fine by me. But she was a tough woman. A really tough woman. She straightened her back and pointed to the front door without looking at it.

  “You heard what I said, Hudson. I want you out of here. Good luck with your leg. Just keep stretching it. Moving it. And hopefully everything will work out. If you decide to go with someone else I can transfer all your files.”

  “I’m not transferring shit,” I said. “I’ll go. Give you what you want, Cora. But if you’re in danger and you don’t let me help you, then you’re letting me down. I want to help you. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I’m ok
ay,” she said. “I’m here. I’m alive. I’m drinking coffee after a great one night stand.”

  One night stand?

  That was a nice shot.

  I grabbed my bag and left the house, but I looked around as I walked off the porch.

  Something just didn’t feel right.

  I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me.

  But I ignored all that shit and thought about Cora.

  I got into my truck and punched the steering wheel.

  Goddammit, I was starting to fall for her.

  Prez put a map on the pool table and starting making X’s. “These are the spots where we’ve seen Aaron. Nobody has gotten to him, though. He’s fast. He’s a survivor. I’m calling up the other charters again.”

  “Shit,” Cash said. “I hate that you’re doing this, Prez. I feel weak.”

  “Weakness is being stubborn right now,” Prez said. “Then we get fucking killed. I’ve been talking with Villie and Miller. We have to work this out.”

  “Can’t we build a wide perimeter and just push him toward us?” Cade asked.

  “We run the risk of him starting to pull his fucking trigger,” Jasper said. “And we don’t need the police involved in this. He’ll go for them, too, and that will fall right back at us.”

  “Shit,” Cash said again.

  “Then put me out there,” I said. “Right in the middle of the fucking thing. Call Garvan, Prez. Let’s work something out.”

  “Like what?”

  “Tell them I turned on the club,” I said. “Or that I’m out. They have to be able to contact Aaron. Right?”

  “Rogue is rogue, brother,” Duke said. “He’s here, they’re not.”

  “I can’t stand this,” I said. I backed up from the pool table, favoring my leg.

  “Easy,” Cash said.

  “Fuck off, Cash,” I snapped. “I’m not in any mood for this. Why don’t we just all go out there and fucking find him. Suit up. Call Chief and ask for some bulletproof vests. Just go fucking wild out there.”

  Prez stared at me. He spread his hands wide across the map. “That’s what you’re thinking, Hudson? All of us go rogue? Destroy everything we’ve built here? Put all our members, prospects on the line? The people in this town? Start a fresh war with the Irish and with the police in town?”