Free Speechless (Pier 70 #3) by Nicole Edwards Page A

first time, and now it appeared he wouldn’t be getting the opportunity again.
    A loud pounding sounded on his front door, but before he could get to his feet to answer it, the door flew open and Teague stormed in, glaring at him.
    “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, but you’ve got to stop.”
    No inside voice there. Teague was clearly angry.
    Hudson stared back at the kid, confused.
    “I can’t stop thinking about you. About your stupid fucking offer, your stupid fucking rules, your stupid fucking kiss, your stupid fucking … everything. I don’t want to think about you, goddammit!”
    Hudson was on his feet, moving toward Teague before he knew what he was doing. He stopped in front of him, cupped his face, and stared down into those stormy blue eyes that sparked with an odd mix of anger and anticipation. Teague was breathing hard, as though he’d just run a mile; his eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. There wasn’t a hint of alcohol on his breath, so Hudson knew he wasn’t intoxicated.
    No, it looked as though Teague was finally giving in. And relaying it in the way he knew how.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” Teague protested, most of his bravado fading from his voice. “I don’t want to think about you.”
    Hudson knew better.
    “Why me?” Teague asked, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. “Why the fuck did this have to happen to me? Couldn’t you find someone else to fuck with?”
    Hudson didn’t want anyone else.
    As for the rest of it, Hudson wasn’t exactly sure what Teague was talking about, but he had a good idea. Teague was referring to the attraction that was blazing between them. Maybe neither of them were looking for anything more than sex, but they couldn’t deny the need that was building, swirling, suffocating them both.
    Still holding Teague’s face in his hands, Hudson brushed his thumbs over Teague’s smooth cheeks. He wasn’t gentle with his touch, making sure Teague knew who was in charge. This wasn’t about romance; it was about pure, unadulterated desire. The need to fuck, the need to claim, the need to…
    Hudson watched as Teague swallowed hard, before the sweetest words came out of his mouth. “I accept your offer.”
    Fuck.
    It took all of his willpower not to slam his mouth down on Teague’s, not to bruise his lips with a kiss so punishing neither of them would survive it. Instead, he continued to stare at him, waiting to see what Teague would say next. He wasn’t disappointed.
    “I wanted to tell you to go fuck your rules.”
    Hudson cocked an eyebrow, interested in Teague’s reasoning.
    “I don’t like rules.”
    Everyone knew that.
    “I don’t like you.”
    Now, that was a lie, but Hudson knew Teague believed it.
    “But, so help me, I want you to fuck my brains out.”
    Hudson’s cock was rock hard, straining against his shorts, desperate to get out, but he ignored it.
    “I only have one condition,” Teague muttered.
    Hudson lifted an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue.
    “No fucking in a bed. I don’t do beds.”
    Interesting. Hudson wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he opted to agree. If Teague could compromise, so could he.
    Hudson nodded.
    Something passed over Teague’s face, something that looked a hell of a lot like submission, and fuck if that didn’t make him want to rip Teague’s shorts down, spin him around, pin him to the door, and drive his dick right into Teague’s ass, claiming him, showing him just who he was submitting to.
    Again, he didn’t.
    “Tell me what you want from me,” Teague pleaded.
    Hudson couldn’t tell him, but Teague already knew that.
    However, he could show him.
    Yes, he could definitely do that.
    So he did.

Eight
    ONE MINUTE TEAGUE was sitting on his couch, watching television, the next he was staring up at Hudson, watching as desire contorted the man’s absurdly handsome face into something that captivated him unlike anything he’d ever known. He had spilled his guts to