Hudson

by Kali Hart

  I gasp.

  “You okay, Jilly?”

  “More than okay.” I thrust my hips toward him, inviting more of his cock in.

  “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

  He fills me completely, and my eyes fall shut. I’ve never felt so alive or complete in my life. I rock my hips and Hudson starts to rock with me. I feel the scrape of his teeth against a nipple as our pace increases. My legs dangle in the air, unable to touch the ground. I wrap them around his waist, locking them into place with my ankles.

  He goes in deeper. Harder.

  “Fuck, Hudson.” Another orgasm is building, but it’s stronger than the first. I’m afraid it’s too intense. Too much.

  “Look at me, Jilly,” says Hudson in the midst of pounding into me. “You’re okay. Trust me. Let go of your fears. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

  “Always?”

  “You’re mine, Jilly. Only mine now. You got that?”

  His words allow me the courage to let go and receive every ounce of pleasure this massive orgasm blasts me with. I shake and cry out his name. The most intense waves of ecstasy I’ve ever experienced shake me to the damn core. My walls pulse around his cock.

  “Did you…”

  “Not yet. I’m saving up for the grand finale, babe.” He pulls me to my feet, keeping his arms protectively around me as I lead him to my bedroom.

  HUDSON

  I’ll never get enough of Jillian as long as I live. I know that for certain now. It’s never felt more right or meant to be with anyone else. She’s mine to have, to protect, to hold close. It’ll always be this way for me. Whatever our obstacles, we’ll figure them out.

  “You up for a little reverse cowgirl?” I ask when she opens the door to her bedroom.

  “Do I get to ride one-handed?”

  I devour her mouth right there in the doorway, my hands smashing against her tits, my cock pressing against her belly. I could fucking take her right here, but the sight of her riding me is too much to pass up.

  In a tumble of clumsy steps and hungry groping, we fall onto the bed.

  “Roll onto your back, cowboy.”

  Jillian is on all fours, waiting for me to get situated. Every curvy inch of her is beautiful and so damn sexy. I’m almost too distracted to obey, but I manage to tuck a pillow under my head so I can watch her.

  She lifts one leg over me and shimmies her ass until she’s positioned right above me. Her soft fingers wrap around my length and stroke it a few times. When she lowers her mouth over my cock, I almost lose it. “Get that sweet pussy in my face. Now.”

  I lick her wet folds, teasing the very sensitive nub with my tongue as she pleasures my cock. Her deep moans vibrate against my length and nearly send me over the edge. I could come in her mouth, and one day soon I will. But tonight, I need to release myself inside her sweet pussy.

  “Stop,” I pant.

  She gives me a pouty look over her shoulder.

  “It feels so fucking good, Jilly. But I want to come inside you.”

  “Okay, good.”

  Jillian crawls forward and lowers her pussy onto my cock without much warning. We both cry out. A neighbor pounds on the wall. Neither of us fucking care. She sits back and lifts one hand in the air like she did on the barrel. I thrust into her hard, and she meets my savage pace.

  Her blonde waves cascade down her bare back when she throws her head back and lets out a long moan. I feel her pussy start to clench my dick. I’ve held back as long as I could. “I’m coming, babe.”

  I grip her hips as I pump harder, faster. The slapping of our bodies is erotic and raw.

  My release knocks into me like a massive wave I didn’t see coming. I hold her hips hard against me as my seed fills her. “You’re mine now, Jilly. Forever.”

  6

  JILLIAN

  I wake up to a flood of texts from my boss. Guess I forgot to hang those for sale signs. And he’s pissed.

  I throw the covers off and fish a new set of clothes out of my dresser while Hudson continues to sleep. My gaze snags on him for a moment, and every thing we did last night replays in my mind. A wicked smile forms on my lips.

  But I only get a few seconds to enjoy the sight of a hot cowboy in my bed because my phone buzzes again.

  I punch out a text to tell my boss something came up yesterday, promising to get all the signs up this morning. I ignore his response. It’s not likely to be very kind. Some irritated seller probably interrupted his morning romp.

  Sometimes, I really wish I could tell him to take this job and shove it. Being his personal assistant has been one of the least exciting things of my adult life. My eyes drop onto Hudson’s naked body, only partially hidden by the sheet. I bet he’s ten years older than me. He’s lived a lot of life—an exciting life. The whole idea is thrilling.

  Would it be so crazy to ditch this life for one with him?

  But Natalie’s words repeat in my mind. It’s a tough life. Very demanding. And hard on the nerves.

  As exciting and sexy as it is to me that Hudson is a bronc rider, it’s dangerous. Natalie didn’t spare me any details when she told me about a ride gone bad three or four years ago. Hudson broke his leg in three different places. In one spot, the bone had been shattered.

  Riders put themselves at serious risk.

  There’d be highs and lows.

  The urge to leave and hang those signs is overwhelming. I need some space to think, to clear my head. Hudson told me last night that I was his. Forever. I’ve heard players use those same words, but Hudson meant them. The sincerity of what he said to me still makes my heart swell.

  But if we’re going to make this work…I just need time to make sure it’s what I want. It’s all happening so fast.

  I leave a note on the nightstand to let him know I have to work this morning. I don’t want to alarm him about needing space, so I don’t mention it. I fight the urge to kiss him so I don’t wake him. We were up quite late last night, and I know he needs his rest for the last night of the rodeo.

  But mostly, I need to sneak out without waking him so I can figure all this out.

  HUDSON

  I stretch lazily in the comfortable bed, but my hands don’t find Jillian where I left her. I’m exhausted from our late night, but I don’t regret a second of it. I have plenty of time to rest up and get my head on straight before tonight. My dick begins to harden again, and I’m hoping she’s up for another round.

  Naked, I stroll into the apartment hoping to find her in the kitchen or in the shower. There’s plenty I could do to her in the shower.

  “Jilly?” I call out. “Are you home?”

  I return to the bedroom and find a note on the nightstand.

  Have to work this morning. Boss is super pissed. Pot of coffee in the kitchen. Please lock the door behind you. See you tonight. XOXO

  I frown at the note, reading it three or four times. Why didn’t she wake me up? I don’t even know what it is she does for a living, but she never mentioned having to work on Saturday morning. The mention of her boss is what throws me. Did she get called in?

  Doubt begins to fill me as I gather my clothes strewn across her living room. I don’t know what ties Jilly has to this city. I don’t know what I’d be asking her to leave behind. My brothers and I have a ranch, and there’s nothing in this world that could make me walk away from it. It’s been in our family for generations. So me moving here is out of the question.

  I can picture Jillian living with me on that ranch though, on our own private corner. Raising a family there together. But could she be happy in Montana, giving up her life, friends, and maybe even family here?

  Skipping the coffee, I get dressed and head back to the rodeo grounds to find my brothers. I know Colt will need someone to talk to, and I’m hoping Austin might be up for letting me chew his ear off.

  I don’t know what I’m going to do about Jillian. I love her. I just hope we can figure out a future together.

  7

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nbsp; JILLIAN

  I’m shaky when I arrive at the rodeo grounds. I’m about to make the biggest decision of my life tonight—about to put myself out there in a way I never have before. But spending the day without Hudson has made me realize just how much I want to be with him.

  Halfway to the gate behind the VIP stands, I’m cut off by the skinny rodeo girl from the bar last night. I’m incredibly low on patience right now. “What do you want?” I snap.

  “I hope you enjoyed last night,” she says to me with an air of confidence that is sickening. She reminds me of one of the mean girls in high school who used to call me chubby. I only put up with that for a very short period of time before I put that girl in her place. I can put this one in hers too.

  “I enjoyed it in ways you can’t even pretend to fantasize, honey.”

  Surprise flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone quickly. “Well, tonight, Hudson Wilder is going home with me.”

  I laugh in her face, loudly and obnoxiously. Not even to be mean. It’s because her prissy self is so convinced she has any hold over Hudson. “Good luck with that.”

  Her mouth is agape when I shove my way around her and head toward the section behind the stands. I’m not even sure if they’ll let me in, but I’ll think of something. I’m good at that. I know in the depths of my soul that Hudson is not the player the media would like everyone to think he is. I have no doubts at all that he’s exactly the man he claims to be.

  “Who you with, darling?” An older gentleman at the gate asks me.

  “Hudson Wilder.” I have no way to prove it without the man going to Hudson and asking him. Considering I left the cowboy alone in my apartment with nothing but a note this morning, I’m not sure how excited he’ll be to see me. So maybe claiming to be his girlfriend—which we haven’t exactly nailed down anyway—might be a poor tactic.

  “Hudson you say?”

  “He promised me a quick interview.” I might look more convincing with a notepad or something, but I’m winging it here. “For my next book.”

  I see Darla out of the corner of my eye, leading the gaggle of actual romance authors to the VIP stands. She catches a glimpse of me, and her eyes narrow. I turn my back, praying she doesn’t blow my cover.

  “He doesn’t have long before the draw, you know.”

  “I promise I won’t keep him long.”

  Just as Darla starts to march my way, the gentleman opens the gate and lets me through. “He’ll be down by that tent with the blue tarp most likely.”

  “Thank you, kind sir.” I pat the older man on the shoulder, earning a smile in return. Two steps away, I start to run. I’m afraid Darla is about to rat me out.

  I’m panting by the time I reach the open blue-tarped tent. Running is among my least favorite things. But I have to find Hudson before I lose my nerve. I scan the tent, finding a table of food. Several pairs of eyes look up at me from around that table. I don’t recognize anyone, but a couple of them could be the brothers he mentioned.

  “Can we help you?” one asks.

  “I’m looking for Hudson.”

  Understanding settles in his expression. “You’re Jillian.”

  “Yep, guilty.” I nervously look over my shoulder, not surprised to see Darla trotting toward me with vengeance in her eyes. Who knew crashing a tiny private event would cause a woman such fury? “Is he around?”

  “I’m Austin, one of his brothers.”

  “The pickup man?”

  “That’s the one.” Austin holds out his arm in invitation. “C’mon, I’ll take you to him.”

  I’ve just looped my arm through Austin’s when I hear Darla’s sharp, nasally tone. “Stop right there!”

  “I swear this woman needs to get laid or something,” I mutter under my breath. But apparently it was loud enough for Austin to hear, because he lets out a chuckle.

  “What do you want?” I ask Darla, exasperated.

  “You’re not a real author. There is no Mandi Flowers.”

  Austin quirks an eyebrow at me in curiosity. “Long story,” I tell him. I’m just about to tell Darla off—because seriously, I’ve had enough of people pushing me around today—when Hudson appears at my side.

  “Jilly?”

  “Hey.”

  Darla’s reprimanding me for false identity or some such thing. But I don’t care what she’s saying. All that matters is what I need to confess to Hudson. I turn to him, completely blocking out the irritated woman behind me. A quick glance around tells me she’s annoying most everyone.

  “I’ll get rid of her,” Austin says with a tip of his hat.

  “What are you doing back here?” Hudson asks, shoving his hands into his front pockets. He’s as nervous as I am. It should help me relax, but those damn butterflies in my stomach are throwing a rave.

  “I came to see you.”

  “Did you now?”

  “I’m sorry I left this morning. I really did have to work. But that won’t come up again.”

  “No?”

  “I quit my job.”

  “What?”

  “I was working for some womanizing asshole. It paid the bills, but I’ve been miserable. I don’t want to work a job just to pay bills if it means being treated like dirt. What kind of life is that?”

  His hands slide out of his pockets and gently cup my arms. The heat of his touch scorches my skin, and I hope he never lets go. “What are you saying, Jilly?”

  “I know this is crazy, but I’m crazy sometimes. And I’m just going to put it all out there. I love you, Hudson Wilder. I don’t want this weekend to be all that we have. I want more. I want it all.”

  His smile illuminates his entire face and his eyes sparkle with happiness. “You would give this all up for me?” He waves his hand around, obviously indicating the city life.

  “Yes.” My family might not approve of my rash decision, but I know my bestie will understand. “I’ve never worked a day on a ranch before. But I’m a fast learner.”

  “The rodeo life is a hard life, Jilly.”

  “I know. I’m up for the challenge.”

  “You’re sure about this?”

  “Completely.”

  He draws me into his arms, brushing away the windblown hair from my cheek. “I want it all, too, Jilly. I love you. And if you’ll move to Montana to be with me, I’ll love you every day of your life. Our life.”

  Snaking my hands behind his neck, I draw him down for a kiss hot enough to burn any of the pages those real romance authors have written. “Better get to the draw, cowboy.”

  “You’ll be here?”

  “Always.”

  Epilogue

  HUDSON

  It’s been four wonderful years with Jillian, and I will never get enough of this woman and the family we’ve created. “You ready?” I ask Jilly, taking her hand. Parker, our three-year-old, is hanging out on my shoulders. That kid has the rodeo spark in his eyes.

  “What are you up to, Hudson?” She squeezes my hand with hers, and rubs her round belly with the other. Soon, we’ll have a new member of the Wilder clan.

  I lead her to the barn, and I still don’t think she suspects a thing.

  “I’m not getting on that barrel,” she says in her firmest tone. “Not six months pregnant.”

  I let out an easy laugh at that. Of course Jillian would think that’s what I’m up to. I love how this woman still makes me laugh so often just by being herself. It’s the most refreshing part of any day. “I promise, it’s not that.”

  “I’d ask for a hint, but you’re not really a fan of those.”

  At the barn door, I set Parker down. “You don’t need a hint. We’re here.” I open the door and let her go inside first.

  We’re early, but I wanted this time with my family before the rest of the Wilders bombard the occasion. I follow my wife and son inside, poking at a low-hanging balloon on my way in.

  Jilly’s eyes fixate on the banner pinned up on the back wall. “Retirement party?” she reads, a question i
n her voice. She spins toward me. “Hudson, what is this about?”

  I take her hands in mine. Parker wraps himself around her leg, but is quickly distracted by the floating balloons and skitters off after one. “This is about our family.”

  “You’re retiring?”

  “Yes.” It’s the middle of the season, and I’m ranking well. But I’m tired of traveling. Tired of leaving my family behind on the weekends I’m gone and they can’t go with me. “I’m ready to be home. With my family.” I nod at Parker. “I’m ready to train the next generation.”

  Jilly’s hands reach up to my cheeks and draw me down for a kiss. It quickly turns hungry. If Parker weren’t in the barn with us, I’d be about to do some very dirty things to my wife right now. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”

  “Promise?”

  “Always.”

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