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

Hudson, hating that he’d been worked up enough to do so, but he got the feeling the result was going to be so worth it.
    Hudson’s callused hands cupped his face, holding him in place, making him lift up on his toes as their lips brushed. He felt light-headed, all the blood draining south, making his dick swell. His mind registered the sound of a door shutting, then something hard against his back before he realized that Hudson had him up against the door, their mouths fused together. The kiss ignited, the same as the last one. Hungry and desperate.
    Fuck. Maybe this was it. Maybe Hudson was going to give him what he’d been dying for. A quick, brutal fuck that would set his world to rights and make him forget all about the giant fucking asshole who had plagued his mind for far too long.
    Teague gripped the waistband of Hudson’s shorts, pulling him closer, trying to feel his body flush against him. The man’s bare chest was right there, rippling muscle beneath the intricate scrollwork tattooed just below his collarbone. There were no words, simply designs. Sexy was what they were.
    Teague wished he’d gone without a shirt because then he could’ve felt the heat of Hudson’s powerful body on his. It was rare that Teague ever saw Hudson without a shirt, but when he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even admire him now because his eyes were closed and Hudson was feasting on his mouth, but he couldn’t complain too much. Instead, he used his hands to see , feeling his way over the hard, tense muscle of Hudson’s washboard stomach, the surprisingly soft hair on his chest, the firm planes of his pecs...
    When their lips broke apart and Hudson’s mouth trailed over his neck, Teague cried out, the sensations overwhelming him. He wasn’t used to this. He had always limited his sexual encounters to blow jobs and fucking, no need to bring kissing or any of that other shit into the mix. Now he remembered why. His brain was fried from the intensity consuming him.
    Teague tried to pull away, not wanting to send the wrong message. Rather than stop, Hudson’s grip tightened on him, his mouth working more furiously against Teague’s hypersensitive skin.
    Oh, fucking shit. It was too much.
    Hudson’s tongue slid over his skin, warm lips skimming, teeth nibbling. The sensation bordered on pain, the pleasure so overwhelming he couldn’t think straight. Teague tilted his head more, giving Hudson better access, allowing the man to drive him higher and higher. He used the excuse that he was too worked up. He needed to find release, and he didn’t give a shit how it came about, as long as this man was the one delivering.
    Unable to help himself, Teague rocked his hips forward, grinding his cock against the hard ridge of Hudson’s.
    Oh, fuck.
    That felt good.
    Too good.
    Teague did it again, dry humping Hudson’s leg, when the big man adjusted their positions, shoving his thigh between Teague’s legs. He ground his hips forward, sliding his dick against the hard muscle separated by their clothing.
    It was too much. Too fucking much.
    “Hudson…” He tried to hold on, tried not to lose his shit, but Hudson was furiously nibbling on his neck, sucking his skin into his mouth and… “Fuck!”
    Teague wrapped his arm around Hudson’s head, holding him tightly as his body shuddered, an orgasm slamming into him right then and there, fully clothed, plastered against the door, Hudson’s lips suctioned to his neck.
    Embarrassment slapped him hard and fast, causing him to try to pull away, but Hudson held him in place. Teague couldn’t believe he had come in his fucking shorts like a stupid horny teenager. He hadn’t dry humped a guy since… It’d been years.
    He looked up to see Hudson studying him, fully expecting to see a smirk on Hudson’s mouth, but there was none. There was a tremendous amount of heat swirling in his emerald gaze, but not an ounce of triumph.
    Teague swallowed hard but