Free Back to You: A Hudson Family Series- Book 1- Synclair and Reece by Chontelle Brison Page A

always a condom, I put your hands where I want them, and when we’re done you’re gone, no cuddling, no phone numbers, just the click of the hotel room door as you take off.”
    Feeling slightly buzzed I put my warm forehead to his cool one. His cool blue eyes assessed me. He sat back and looked me over. I could tell he was weighing something out, I just wasn’t sure what. Right when I was about to tell him to forget it, he pulled me off the bar stool and stood with me in his arms. Shocked, I grasped his muscled arms for balance, placing his palms under my thighs I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist.
    Before I could recover from that, he was kissing me. It wasn’t a panty wetting kiss, but that’s not what I was after. I had only had one person who could kiss me and make me wet at the same time and he was an asshole. Deciding I was all in, I kissed him back. His whiskey taste mixed with my tequila and it only proved to make me feel drunk.
    “Room,” He mumbled as he nipped at my mouth. He started toward the elevators just outside the lounge. Holy shit, the guy was going to carry me to my room, I realized. It should have turned me on more than it did, being that I wasn’t a tiny girl by no stretch. Instead, I was just mildly amused.
    “Floor 15 room 324,” I answered. I felt him feel the pockets of my jeans. He pulled out my keycard, and I watched him lean back and place it in his pants pocket.
    I’m still not sure how we got in the elevator and to my room. I was drunk, he was kissing me like he was starving, and well… I was drunk. Once in the room, I took my key out of his hand and walked to the hotel safe, I took my ID and Credit card out of my pocket and locked it all inside. I may be drunk but I wasn’t stupid.
    “No trust Angel?” He asked wrapping his arms around my waist, he began kissing my neck.
    “None whatsoever, I answered back.” This was sex, and I wasn’t worried about hurting his feelings. I grabbed his hands and dragged them from my waist. I walked him backward until his legs hit the soft goose down comforter. Grinning, I pressed him back on the bed and crawled over him. I straddled him and yanked off my tank top and bra. I grabbed his hands that were by his sides and placed them on my breasts. He didn’t require any further instructions. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers until they were hard pebbles. I groaned at the sensation. Before I could even gasp, he took one nipple into his hot wet mouth. Pushing my hands into his silky hair, I tugged his head backward. He released my nipple with a loud pop. Smiling up at me he reached for the other nipple but my grasp on his head stopped him.
    “Listen, Ridge, it’s been a rough day if you’re going to do any sucking, it’s not gonna be on my tits, we clear?” I demanded. “And lose the clothes, I don’t need a preshow teaser I just need the main event,” I growled. Hey, I was drunk, horny and kind of depressed, I wasn’t in the frame of mind to be dazzled.
    Ridge didn’t disappoint, in one fluid movement he moved me from him to the bed. Before I could even blink, he had torn off his clothes and thrown them onto the floor. When he was finished, he crawled on the bed, grabbed my jeans, unbuttoned them and divested me of said jeans and blue thong.
    Peering down at him, he suddenly grimaced. “What happened to your arms?” Was that actual concern? Damn what a mood killer.
    “Occupational hazard.” I shrugged and reached up for him.
    “Damn woman what the hell is your occupation?” He asked while tearing open a condom package with his teeth. Watching him slip it on his long, hard length, I grinned.
    “Raging bitch,” I explained him grabbing his head in a searing kiss. The alcohol running through my system making me more restless than usual. He kissed me hungrily, his huge hands roaming all over my body, okay I hadn’t given him permission for that but I was already edgy so I went with it. I felt his cock