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LIV: I noticed. And I can take care of myself.
HUDSON: I see that.
LIV: I’m going to end this game and grab me some victory food.
HUDSON: And what does that include?
LIV: Taco Bell.
HUDSON: Swing by the house. You can eat there.
LIV: Are you inviting me over?
HUDSON: You’re bringing me food. Which is part of our agreement of being my little bitch.
LIV: You’re a dick.
HUDSON: If you want it, I expect you to straddle my bike when you come over.
LIV: With my hands where?
Fuck.
HUDSON: On the handlebars. And I want those panties just off your ass so I can slide in but still grip onto the fabric.
LIV: I might get your seat wet.
HUDSON: Sweetheart, I’m planning on it.
twenty
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LIV
I didn’t know what Hudson would like, so I practically ordered everything off the Taco Bell menu. Ideas of straddling his bike while he fucks me has been on a constant loop in my mind since he sent me that little tease of a message.
I watched him leave with his buddies when I made quick work of Brent in our pool game. It wasn’t hard to be dismissive myself either. Brent obviously is a sore loser and appeared butthurt when he was taking just as much advantage of me as I was his wallet with our bet.
He’s not my type anyway.
The boy knew nothing about music, movies, art, or traveling. All things I enjoy learning and discovering immensely, which only boiled down to how immature he is because fucking was all in his mind.
And now it’s on mine.
Talk about calling the kettle black much.
However, I can’t fully blame myself when Hudson is a man wrapped in ink and muscles that could tear me alive. His green eyes are like magnets that hold me down and shut me up—sometimes.
He’s denying himself if he believes he can resist me. Especially when he can have me at any time he wants—fuck the way society sees it.
Screwing my boss; there are worse things I could be doing with my life right now than getting my ass railed by a guy twice my age covered in tattoos who wants to do all sorts of dirty things to me.
I honestly wasn’t expecting him at the bar, but I can’t say I was mad about it.
Shit, I ran home before running to Taco Bell to put on the sexiest piece of lingerie I had. Having a key to his place was beneficial and waiting for him on his Harley was probably the best move I’ve ever made because, let’s be real here, red is my color against my skin tone and hair color. I don’t know how the hell he got it home or where he’s at right now, but I’m growing restless while my brain is telling me to cool it.
But when the garage door finally opens, I only confirmed that I was right.
