Just as he expected, Teague returned from the bathroom completely dressed. He never met Hudson’s eyes as he moved toward the front door. It looked as though the kid wanted to say something, but he never did.
Hudson didn’t try to stop him, either. It wouldn’t have made a difference.
Once Teague was gone, Hudson forced himself up from the couch, turned off the lights, and made his way over to his bed. He fell face first onto the mattress and closed his eyes.
His body was sated, his mind not so much. It’d been an emotional day for him, and he hoped tomorrow would be better. Now that he’d fucked Teague, things should get easier. He wouldn’t be spending all of his time thinking about it, that was for sure.
Then again, Teague could fall back to his old routine of running, pushing Hudson away.
Whatever.
Rolling over onto his back, he put his arm over his eyes.
He couldn’t help but wonder how Teague was going to react tomorrow. It was always a surprise when it came to him. He could be mellow or pissy, but he was always unpredictable.
Sometimes he wondered whether or not Teague suffered from attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He’d read up on it years ago when someone accused him of having it. Turned out the asshole had merely been being an asshole. Hudson had never exhibited signs. Then again, Teague had an uncanny attention to detail when it came to working on engines, so he doubted that was the case.
Was it something else? The mood swings made him think there was some underlying reason.
Not that he was putting on a psychiatrist hat, but he had to wonder.
Releasing a breath, Hudson relaxed his body and his mind. There was nothing he could do about Teague and his mood swings now, and tomorrow would be a new day. He’d figure it out then.
One way or the other.
Twenty-Three
Saturday, July 23rd
BY THE TIME the afternoon rolled around, Teague was hyper. He wasn’t sure what had caused it, whether it was spending the morning on a boat with a small group of people from one of the local churches, forced to do nothing but sit there, or if it was due to assisting Dare with a couple of the Jet Skis. They’d gotten caught up, racing on the water and being carefree for a little while, and damn did it feel good to let go like that. It’d been a rush Teague had been looking for.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t lasted nearly long enough.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t seem to sit still.
Which was the reason he was headed to the repair shop. He had a couple of hours left in the day, so he figured he could help Hudson. The guy usually cut out early on Saturday in the event he did work, and since he was still there, Teague figured he had a lot to do.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Teague wasn’t running the other direction. After last night … after Hudson had fucked him into oblivion, Teague hadn’t been sure how he was going to feel this morning. Sure, he’d slipped out rather quickly, but he’d needed that time to get his head on straight.
When he’d woken up, he’d lain in his bed for a few minutes reliving the memory of last night. The panic had abated, reassuring him that he’d made the right decision by leaving. They’d agreed on sex and that was exactly what they’d done. Thankfully he’d come to his senses before he did something stupid like spend the night with Hudson.
But now, he wanted to get fucked again.
Only he wasn’t about to tell Hudson that.
When he stepped into the shadows of the building, he heard someone talking. He went toward the small office, where he found Hudson and Dare standing just outside of it, while Dare rambled endlessly at Hudson. For a moment, Teague contemplated turning around and letting them chat, but then Hudson’s eyes slid over to him, and he knew he couldn’t slip out unnoticed.
“What’s up, man?” Dare greeted cheerfully, fist bumping him when Teague joined them.
For some reason, Teague had a difficult time looking at Hudson, so he kept his focus on Dare.
Dare kept right on talking as though nothing seemed odd. “I stopped by to see if Hudson would be willing to help out with our move. Think you’d be game?”
“Of course,” Teague told him. He didn’t even need to know when, because he had absolutely no plans for the foreseeable future.
“Thanks, bro. I’m hoping to get the majority of our stuff moved all in one day while Noah’s at the station. All his shit’s in storage right now, so that’ll make it easy.”
Moving was never easy, but Teague kept that to himself.
“Just tell me when and I’m there.” Teague still couldn’t look at Hudson, but he could feel the heat of his stare on him.
Dare must’ve sensed the tension, because he glanced between the two of them briefly, a slight crease marring his forehead, as though he was trying to determine if something was different. It was clear he was trying to figure out what—if anything—was going on between them. Considering Teague usually made an effort to avoid Hudson, Dare should’ve been used to it by now.
Luckily, Dare didn’t say anything about it, instead jumping right back on topic. “All right. The plan is to move the stuff on August fourth. It’s a Thursday, but it’s also the first day we can move in. I talked my landlord into giving me a few days, but that’s about all he’s willing to offer. Keith and Holly agreed to handle the front office so Cam and Roan can help, as well.”
Teague nodded.
Once again Dare studied him and Hudson, making Teague even more nervous.
“Oh,” Dare said, snapping his finger. “I brought that book with me today. It’s in the main office under the counter if you wanna grab it.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Teague felt his face heat. He’d already told Hudson that Dare had offered to lend him the sign language book, but still it made him feel awkward.
“Alrighty then. August fourth. We’ll knock it out in one day.” Dare’s hazel gaze jumped between the two of them again.
Okay, so this was getting really weird. It was as though Dare was keeping up a running monologue to ease the strain. In case he hadn’t noticed, it wasn’t working.
“Cool.” Dare started backing away. “I’ll just let the two of you get back to it.”
Teague watched as Dare’s eyes went to Hudson’s hands. Unable to help himself, Teague looked over.
Close the bay door on your way out.
Dare nodded, then grinned, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.”
With that, Dare turned and left, hitting the button to lower the door on his way out.
That left Teague and Hudson and the awkwardly strained silence hovering between them.
He was trying to come up with something to say, but before he could form words on his tongue, Teague was stumbling back as Hudson grabbed him and pushed him toward the wall. He didn’t have time to react or even to take a breath when Hudson’s mouth was on his, hot and fierce. The kiss obliterated all the tension, and Teague found himself grabbing for Hudson, holding the back of his head, keeping him in place while the man fucked his mouth with his tongue.
His dick instantly went hard.
Although he’d given some thought as to how their first encounter after last night would go, not once had he thought it would be like this. For one, he figured Hudson would space things out, make Teague wait for a while. And two, they were at work, out in the open, where anyone could walk in at any time.
Then again, he damn sure wasn’t complaining.
FROM THE SECOND Teague walked through the door a short while ago, Hudson had been ready to jump on him. He couldn’t pinpoint why that was, but he’d been counting down the seconds before he could kick Dare out and do exactly what he was doing now.
Holding Teague in place against the wall, using his own body, Hudson devoured him. All day he’d thought about kissing him, stripping him naked, and fucking him into oblivion, and now he had that opportunity.
Admittedly, he’d been trying to home in on Teague’s emotional state as soon as
the kid had walked in. Hudson hadn’t seen him all day, but he knew immediately that Teague hadn’t been avoiding him on purpose like he’d originally thought.
Thank fuck.
“Hudson…” Teague groaned into his mouth, his fingers tugging on Hudson’s hair as he tried to get closer.
Sliding his hand into Teague’s shorts, Hudson fisted his cock, stroking roughly while Teague continued to moan in his mouth. He hadn’t had a plan for what he would do when he got his hands on Teague again, so he was winging it here.
Teague’s hands slid beneath Hudson’s shirt, roaming over his chest, then around to his back. The kid was eager, there was no doubt about it. But then again, so was Hudson. He needed to be inside Teague, and he suddenly didn’t give a fuck that they were in the repair shop. Anyone could walk in at any time, but since it was close to the end of the day, he knew the chances of that were slim.
Regardless, he didn’t fucking care.
Pulling back from Teague’s mouth, Hudson then released Teague’s cock. He worked the buttons on his shorts, then pulled out his own dick and nodded for Teague to get on his knees. Without hesitation, Teague went to the floor, sucking Hudson into his mouth with fervor. The vibrations from Teague’s strangled moans made his dick throb.
Fuck, it felt good. The warm, wet suction of Teague’s mouth… Ahh, fuck, yes… He could get used to this. He took his time, teasing Teague’s lips with the head of his dick, brushing it over Teague’s tongue, before sliding inside again, letting the warm suction consume him.
Damn, Teague was good at this.
Teague wasn’t trying to rush, his hands flattened on Hudson’s thighs while Hudson controlled the pace, pushing in, sliding back. After another minute, Hudson pulled out of Teague’s mouth, not ready for this to be over yet, then moved back so that he could rest his ass on one of the shorter tool carts. He motioned for Teague to come over, which he did, again without hesitancy.
Before Teague put his mouth back on Hudson’s cock, he signed for the kid to take off his clothes. It was a risk, getting Teague naked in the shop, but he didn’t give a shit. He was too worked up to care.
While he watched Teague, Hudson pulled out his wallet, snagged the condom and small packet of lube he’d stashed there that morning, and set them down beside him. Teague kicked off his flip-flops, then shoved his shorts down to the floor, stepping out of them. Since he’d already been shirtless, that was one less article of clothing they had to worry about.
Hudson pointed to his dick, and Teague understood him, coming back to take him in his mouth. For a few minutes, Hudson relished the way Teague moaned and sucked, bobbing his head and taking Hudson as far down as he could. Sliding his hands into Teague’s silky blond hair, he helped control the pace by guiding Teague’s head.
Fuck yes. So damn good.
With his other hand, Hudson worked his palm down Teague’s smooth, warm back, then reached for his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks hard. Teague didn’t lose his rhythm, continuing to blow Hudson in the best way possible. Using his own saliva, Hudson slicked his finger, then returned his attention to Teague’s ass, sliding inside up to his first knuckle.
Teague groaned, pushing his hips back to take more of Hudson’s finger. He gave him what he needed, pushing in deep, massaging Teague’s prostate while the kid moaned, sucking exuberantly on his dick.
Hudson needed to be lodged inside Teague now.
Pulling his finger out and freeing his cock from Teague’s mouth, he kept his eyes on Teague while he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his throbbing length. The lube came next, and he coated his cock and generously lubed one finger before signing for Teague to turn around.
When Teague spun around and presented his ass to Hudson, his breath lodged in his chest. Fuck. He’d been thinking about this all damn day, eager and aching to bury himself inside Teague’s tight ass.
With the slick digit, Hudson worked Teague’s ass with one finger, then two, fucking into him while Teague gripped on to the toolbox across from him, using it to keep him from moving. When Teague’s ass was loose enough, Hudson gripped his hips and pulled Teague back, sinking his dick into the guy’s welcoming body.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Teague hissed.
Hudson slowed his movements, watching as he pulled Teague back onto him, then pushed him off, his eyes locked on his dick as it eased into Teague’s beautiful ass. He took his time, fucking him slow and easy, loving the way Teague groaned and begged for more. Hudson wasn’t ready to give him more; he wanted to enjoy this for a while. The way the tight ring of muscle clamped down on his shaft, the way Teague moaned louder when Hudson bottomed out inside him… It was fucking phenomenal.
But he could only take so much before his balls started drawing up tight to his body and the telltale tingle in his spine warned him of his impending release.
Fuck.
Gripping Teague’s hips tightly, Hudson stood and rammed in deep, fucking Teague faster, harder … so fucking deep. He was brutal, and the way Teague begged and pleaded for more only ratcheted up his need. He dug his fingers into Teague’s hips as his release barreled down on him. He couldn’t hold back, slamming home, retreating, slamming home again. Over and over, he impaled Teague, watching where their bodies were joined until he couldn’t take any more.
With one final punishing thrust, Hudson came hard. The breath rushed out of his lungs as his dick pulsed inside Teague’s ass. He could’ve stood there like that until his heart rate slowed, but Teague hadn’t come yet, and Hudson fully intended to make that happen.
Pulling out, he dropped to his knees and turned Teague around. Without preamble, he took Teague’s dick into his mouth and stared up at him.
Teague’s eyes widened, his hands sliding into Hudson’s hair.
Yes, he was handing over control and Teague understood that.
“Oh, fuck,” Teague muttered low, his fingers linking into Hudson’s hair as he drove his cock past Hudson’s lips. “Holy … fucking … hell.”
Teague began pumping his hips, fucking Hudson’s face while Hudson kept his eyes on Teague. He watched all the emotions flitter across his features as he chased his release. It didn’t take long, but Hudson hadn’t expected it to.
“Gonna come…” Teague whispered, meeting Hudson’s eyes. “Gonna come in your mouth, Hudson. Oh … shit…”
Hudson sucked hard when Teague pushed in as far as he could, his dick pulsing, spurting against Hudson’s tongue. He worked him until Teague’s fingers loosened in his hair, then released him and got to his feet. Grabbing Teague’s head, he cupped the back and pulled him in for a kiss that stole both their breath. He wasn’t sure what was going on here, but he got the feeling it was a whole hell of a lot more than simply sex.
But Hudson knew that no matter what might be playing out between them, this was all it ever could be. Unfortunately, he was smart enough to know that was all Teague would ever be willing to give.
Twenty-Four
Friday, July 29th
“OH, COME ON, Gannon!” Milly yelled. “It’s just a little water. It’s not gonna hurt you.”
Gannon shook his head and Teague chuckled. Cam and Milly had been trying for nearly half an hour to get Gannon into the water; the guy had never moved from his seat on the deck of the boat. Not once.
“You don’t know that,” Gannon called back.
Milly grinned, kicking one dainty foot in the water and making a splash. She was perched in an inner tube floating carelessly near the boat. She looked happy. They hadn’t seen much of her since the cruise, but Cam’s last-minute idea for an afternoon on the water had apparently been right up her alley.
Cam, Gannon, Milly, Dare, Noah, Hudson, and Roan were all out there with Teague, all enjoying a bit of the waning afternoon sun. Clearly Cam had a burr in his butt, because he’d been insistent that they needed a little down time and they needed to do it out on the water. Today.
Not that Teague minded. He was enjoying himself, but he wasn’t in the water.
Nor was Hudson or Gannon. As for why Gannon wouldn’t leave the boat, Teague understood. He had no clue about Hudson.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.
When we get back to shore, meet me at the private alcove.
Heat swarmed him, and he didn’t think it had anything to do with the afternoon sun. Only once since last Saturday had he and Hudson gotten together for sex. And yes, Teague assumed that message was the equivalent of a booty call.
He wanted to call out that they should be heading back to shore, but he knew better. They’d been out there a little more than an hour now, and he needed to give it a little more time than that. Plus, everyone would want to know why he was so eager to head back in. It wasn’t like he had any plans for the night. Well, he hadn’t right up until that text.
“You good?” Roan asked when he climbed aboard, water dripping from him.
“Sure. Why?”
“You looked a little lost in thought.”
Teague felt his face heat. Good thing Roan couldn’t read his mind. If he could, hell, he would probably blush. The things Teague thought about when it came to Hudson … probably best if no one else knew about that.
“How’s your sister?” Gannon asked, effectively taking Roan’s attention off him.
“Not so hot.” Roan took a seat beside Teague, leaning his elbows on his knees as he dried his hair with the towel.
“She planning to go into another rehab?”
Roan shook his head, looking dejected. “Nope. She said she’s done with them.”
“Sorry to hear that. She still using?”
“Unfortunately. I’m trying to make it as hard for her as I can, but she’s doing it when I’m not there. Since I can’t be with her twenty-four/seven…”
Teague was surprised that Roan was sharing so much information about himself. Then again, he and Gannon had gotten pretty tight as far as friendships went. Teague knew that Roan was helping out with video games and shit, so that made sense.
“Well, if there’s anything Cam or I can do, let us know.”
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