And if Hudson had been worried about how to handle him, he’d been reassured when he saw the way Cam, Dare, and Roan had made Teague uncomfortable. Admittedly, Hudson had seen the way they’d treated Teague. As though he were fragile, as though he might break.
Teague Carter was anything but fragile. He was strong. He was a fighter.
And he was his.
Unable to refrain any longer, Hudson jerked Teague against him roughly, grabbing for the hem of Teague’s shirt. In a fumble of arms, they managed to strip down to bare skin before Teague—yes, Teague—led Hudson toward his bed.
Hudson pretended it didn’t have any significance that they were about to make love right there in the one place Teague had never wanted to be. It actually meant everything in the world to Hudson, but he knew Teague wouldn’t appreciate having it called out.
Instead, he wrapped one arm around Teague’s back, then lowered him down to the bed, crawling over him, their mouths fused together, tongues thrusting, searching, desperate for more.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” Teague moaned into his mouth.
Hudson ground his hips forward, sliding his rock-hard dick against Teague’s. He needed to feel the sweet suction of his mouth on him. It felt like an eternity had passed since the last time Hudson had felt like this. So overwhelmed by everything. He was on sensory overload and he craved more.
When Hudson pulled back, Teague lay back on the bed, staring up at him with so much heat glittering in his eyes it was mesmerizing. Working his way up Teague’s body, Hudson kneeled over Teague’s chest, his legs holding Teague’s arms down by his sides.
“Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
Hudson smirked. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath Teague’s head, bringing that sexy fucking mouth closer to his dick.
“Let me feel you in my mouth,” Teague groaned as Hudson brushed the head of his cock against Teague’s smooth lips.
Teague opened his mouth, and Hudson tucked the head just inside, the gentle swipe of Teague’s tongue making the hair on his arms stand on end. The pleasure was intense. Vibrations shot through his shaft when Teague closed his lips around him and hummed.
Nice and slow, Hudson signed.
Teague winked, then took more of Hudson in his mouth. Hudson couldn’t look away, loving the sight of Teague beneath him, sucking, licking, taking as much of him as he could. Hudson could’ve done this all day, except he wanted to give pleasure to Teague, as well. After a few minutes, he managed to scoot back down Teague’s body, lying on top of him, feasting on Teague’s mouth once more. He lingered there for long minutes before trailing his lips over Teague’s skin. He started with his jaw, then worked his way down his neck, his collarbone, then lower. Hudson paused to torment Teague’s nipples, using his lips and his teeth, drawing those sexy moans from him.
While he worshipped Teague’s body with his mouth, Teague’s hands roamed over Hudson’s head, his shoulders, his back. He never tried to hold Hudson in place, but the touching was enough. He loved the way the kid’s hands felt on him.
When Hudson made his way past Teague’s stomach, he settled between his legs, pushing them wider, forcing his knees back so that he could work him the way he knew Teague needed.
“You know if you put my dick in your mouth, I’m gonna come.” It wasn’t a warning, simply a statement.
The way Teague’s cock pulsed as Hudson brushed his lips down the length told him Teague was serious. Wanting to draw this out as much as possible, Hudson didn’t take Teague’s dick in his mouth. He nipped the inside of Teague’s thighs, brushed his nose against Teague’s balls, slid his tongue along the sensitive spot beneath, making Teague buck and moan some more.
“Hudson… Oh, God, yes… I’m not gonna last… Fuck… That feels so damn good… It’s been too long.”
Torn between wanting to be inside Teague and simply wanting to make him come apart, Hudson opted for the latter. For now. He would give Teague whatever he needed, whenever he needed it. And right now, it was evident the man needed to come.
Rising up, Hudson planted his hands on each side of Teague’s hips, then lowered his mouth over Teague’s cock. He sucked him inside, taking him to the back of his throat. Another breathy moan tore from Teague, which spurred Hudson on. He bobbed up and down, working Teague’s dick with his mouth. He didn’t stop until Teague was panting, begging, practically pleading for Hudson to send him over. When Teague began bucking his hips, Hudson held still, allowing Teague to fuck his mouth from beneath.
“Oh, fuck … oh, fuck … oh, fuck… Yes! That’s it! Almost… Suck me, Hudson. Suck hard.” Teague took a breath as his back bowed. “Fuck! Fuck!”
Hudson sucked and swallowed as Teague came, watching the way Teague’s fingers curled around Hudson’s wrists, holding on to him as he splintered into pieces.
It was so goddamn beautiful … Hudson could hardly contain the emotion churning inside him. Although they’d done plenty of things since the beginning of this arrangement, not once had Teague been so invested. The little touches, the way he looked at Hudson … it was more than he expected.
And he fully intended to do more…
Just as soon as they both caught their breath.
Forty-One
BEST BLOW JOB in the history of blow jobs.
Teague pulled Hudson closer as he tried to draw air into his lungs. He wasn’t sure he’d ever come that hard before. Then again, it’d been more than a month since he’d had Hudson’s mouth on him; maybe he was simply overwhelmed.
Whatever it was, he damn sure hoped they did that again in the near future.
Like, really near future.
Like, now.
When Hudson relaxed onto his back, Teague got up and straddled Hudson’s hips, smiling down at him.
Hudson’s hands started moving. What are you thinking about?
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Teague chuckled, then leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lubricant sitting behind his alarm clock.
With that in hand, he scooted backward, moving down Hudson’s legs until his giant cock was in view. The man’s dick was a work of art. So long, so thick … so hard that the veins bulged beneath the silky-smooth skin. A masterpiece that Teague wanted to worship for hours on end.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you,” Teague told him, meeting Hudson’s gaze briefly, “but I think I might’ve missed this guy more.”
Hudson put his hands behind his head, the muscles in his chest flexing beautifully as he did.
Teague got comfortable, sitting on Hudson’s shins while he pumped the lubricant into his hand. He watched Hudson’s face as he reached out and wrapped his fist around Hudson’s thick cock, stroking up and down slowly, making the skin glisten from the lube. Hudson’s stomach muscles contracted—which was so damn sexy—as he squirmed beneath Teague’s touch.
Hudson pulled his hands from behind his head long enough to sign: Keep that up and you won’t be getting fucked.
Teague chuckled, but he didn’t stop.
Hudson got comfortable again as he continued to watch. Teague was glad that this wasn’t awkward between them. He hadn’t been sure how things would play out when he got back home. He’d hashed it out a million times in his head, wondering if Hudson would be scared to touch him, to do all the wicked things he’d done to him before. He was damn glad that wasn’t the case.
For the most part, Teague didn’t feel any different aside from the fact that there seemed to be less chaos in his head. He wanted more than anything to be normal, and he intended to be—he merely had to figure out what normal was for him, which would probably take some time.
But this was certainly helping.
Hudson’s head tipped back, the strong column of his neck stretching as he swallowed hard. Teague continued to stroke him, driving him higher and higher. He slowed his movements until Hudson relaxed once more. Then he grabbed the bottle of lube and added a generous amount to his hand, slathering it on Hudson
’s dick before moving into position.
Straddling Hudson’s hips once more, Teague reached around behind him and guided Hudson’s cock against his hole. He took a breath and eased down, forcing the blunt head inside.
He groaned with the first bite of pain. It only took a second for him to relax. When Hudson was seated fully inside him, Teague leaned closer to Hudson, noticing how wide Hudson’s eyes were. It was as though he wanted to say something but he couldn’t. And not merely because he couldn’t speak, but perhaps because he couldn’t figure out how to express it.
Teague knew just how he felt.
After all, this was the first time in Teague’s life that he’d taken a man inside him…
A man he loved.
Without a condom.
And holy fucking hell was it worth the wait.
HUDSON COULDN’T BREATHE. He couldn’t swallow. Hell, he could hardly keep his eyes open as the pleasure slammed into him.
He was lodged to the hilt inside Teague and the feeling was … exquisite.
Without the latex barrier, the sensation was so much better, so much hotter, so much … everything.
“Feels good?” Teague whispered, leaning down and brushing his lips to Hudson’s.
Hudson nodded.
“It’ll feel so much better”—Teague peppered his mouth with kisses—“if you fuck me.”
His control snapped, and Hudson reached for Teague, grabbing his hips and pulling him down as he thrust his hips upward.
Blinding.
Holy fuck, the pleasure made him see stars. Teague’s ass squeezed him in the most exceptional way.
Taking a deep breath, he began fucking Teague, driving into him from beneath, over and over.
“Fuck, yes,” Teague moaned, planting his hands beside Hudson’s head. “Exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”
There wasn’t nearly enough friction for his peace of mind, so Hudson lifted up, forcing Teague up and then onto his back while Hudson moved with him, never dislodging from Teague’s body. When he was over him, Hudson rocked his hips forward, back, forward, back. He drove deeper and deeper every time.
“So much better without the condom,” Teague moaned, his hands curled around Hudson’s sides. “So fucking much better.”
Yeah. What he said.
Hudson tried to focus on Teague, tried to focus on giving him what he needed, but it was too much. All of his senses were focused between his legs where he was connected with Teague. The heated grip of Teague’s body was too much.
“Don’t stop now,” Teague encouraged. “Fuck me, Hudson. Fuck me hard.”
Hudson met Teague’s gaze, pulling himself out of his stupor. He began pumping his hips steadily as he pushed Teague’s legs back, allowing him to angle in deeper.
“Oh, yes…” Teague hissed. “Just like that… Fuck yes.”
Hudson watched Teague’s face contort with the same pleasure hurtling through him. He wanted this to last forever, but there was no way that was happening. Not this time. Maybe they could take a break and try again later. Then Hudson would fuck Teague for hours. But right now… This…
It was … overwhelming.
Teague pulled Hudson’s head down until their lips connected. Hudson went with it, allowing Teague to kiss him, to obliterate what was left of his mind while he slammed his hips forward, retreating, slamming forward again. He never stopped. He was dripping sweat by the time he felt the electrical charge ignite inside him, triggering his orgasm.
“Ahh, yes,” Teague growled, holding Hudson’s head tightly, his mouth pressed against Hudson’s ear. “Come for me. Come inside me. Fill me up, Hudson.”
That did it. Teague’s roughly mumbled words sent him barreling over the edge. He slammed forward as his dick pulsed. He came, the intense pleasure bordering on pain.
Before Teague could say anything more, Hudson slammed his mouth over his, sucking his tongue in deep as he let his orgasm wash through him. It was an experience he hadn’t expected. Condoms were status quo for him, and he’d never really thought much past it. Having never experienced sex without one, he hadn’t realized what he’d been missing.
And holy fuck … he’d been missing, that was for damn sure.
Then again, perhaps it was Teague that he’d been missing all this time.
Still lodged inside him, Hudson opened his eyes and stared down into the stormy blue ones looking back at him. Teague was smiling, which in turn made Hudson smile.
“I’m thinking we’ll have to do that again soon. Only next time, maybe you can hold out a little longer, yeah?” Teague laughed, a deep rumble erupting from his chest. His ass squeezed around Hudson’s dick, strangling the last of his seed from him.
Sitting up, Hudson smacked the side of Teague’s ass for being a smartass. That only made Teague laugh more, and Hudson decided he truly loved the sound of Teague’s laugh. More than he loved anything else.
“What d’ya say we clean up, then we take Charger for a walk, maybe grab some food, then come back here and try that again. I think there’s room for improvement. And if not, what the hell. Practice never hurt anyone.”
Hudson grinned and he felt the smile in his chest. This man had stolen something from him a long time ago, something he’d been holding on to, something he hadn’t been sure he could ever give. He was damn glad he’d never given it to anyone else, too.
Because this kind of love … it was only meant for one person.
And Teague was it for him.
Forty-Two
TEAGUE OPTED TO take a shower after they returned from taking Charger for a walk and then grabbing burgers at the marina restaurant. He was tired, both mentally and physically. The first day back in the real world had been better than he’d expected, but he was tired just the same.
Before he went to wash up, he put more water down for Charger, then put a blanket on the couch, showing Charger it was all right for him to get up there. He briefly wondered if he would regret that later but decided he didn’t care. Charger seemed content, which was all Teague worried about at the moment.
“Okay, man, I’m gonna shower. When I’m done, we’ll watch some TV before bed.”
It only took fifteen minutes for him to shave and shower, and when he was finished, he was still tired, but at least he was clean.
This was the first time since Hudson had picked him up from the hospital that he’d been alone.
Oddly enough, it didn’t bother him as much as he’d thought it would.
Then again, something else was on his mind entirely.
Hudson.
More accurately, spending the night with Hudson.
During dinner, Teague had thought about bringing the subject up but decided against it. He didn’t want to look as though he was trying to rush things. Really, he wasn’t. Instead, he was doing what felt right.
It had taken weeks of therapy for Teague to realize that he’d spent his entire life rebelling against what felt right. He had allowed the feeling of abandonment to control his life. It wasn’t until he’d understood more about depression and the effect it had on people that he’d realized his mother hadn’t left him by choice. She had been sick and the illness had stolen her from this world. No different than any other medical condition, from his perspective.
His new perspective.
Teague remembered his first therapy session. It was a wonder he and his therapist had made it through that in one piece. To say he’d been belligerent was probably an understatement.
“So, what do you want me to talk about?” Teague questioned the woman sitting across from him. For the past few minutes, she’d been jotting something down in a notebook, making him incredibly nervous.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Teague narrowed his eyes at her. “I thought that was for you to decide.”
“I’m open to anything,” she said, as though this was simple, casual conversation.
He was in a mental hospital, for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t she have a clu
e what they needed to be chatting about?
“I tried to kill myself,” he told her, hoping she would come up with something.
“So I heard.”
Not helpful. Not helpful at all.
“That doesn’t bother you?” he questioned.
“Does it bother you?”
What the fuck kind of question was that?
“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Why are you here, Teague?”
Was she serious?
Staring at her, he realized she was really interested in his answer.
“Because I tried to kill myself,” he repeated. God, she was dense.
“Have you ever sought medical help before when you felt like you wanted to take your own life?”
He shook his head. “I never felt that way before.” It was mostly the truth.
“What way?”
“So … defeated. Out of options. Abandoned.”
“So, this was the first time you’ve ever contemplated taking your own life?”
“No. But it’s the first time I attempted.”
“Did something push you? Have you been having problems at work? With your family?”
“I don’t have any family,” he blurted. “And work’s just fine.”
“So what is it then?”
It was in that moment that Teague thought about Hudson. About the pain he’d seen on Hudson’s face. Attempting to kill himself had hurt the man, and Teague would do anything to take that pain back. He couldn’t promise he would never do it again since he had no fucking clue what had pushed him in the first place, but that was the reason he was here. For this woman and these doctors to help him.
For the first time in his life, Teague opened his mouth and spit out everything that came to mind. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. It needed to be said.
It’d been an ugly session. Emotions—namely his—had run high, but in the end, though he’d been mentally drained, he had felt better. Even in a strange place, Teague had slept that first night. Better than he ever had. He wasn’t sure if that was because he’d reached his breaking point or if simply sharing what was on his mind had helped.
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