I nod, barely, his hand around my throat making it impossible to do much more than exist in this moment.
“I’m right there, Cull. Come with me.”
He lets go of my neck, and the oxygen hits me like a drug—a dizzy, euphoric rush that sends my mind spinning. My body bows, and strands of cum stripe across my chest. He pulls out, stroking himself as his hot release splatters across my skin, mixing with mine. My stomach tightens, trembling with each electric pulse that rockets through me.
There’s buzzing in my ears that slowly morphs into words. “Cull, babe? Are you okay?”
My eyes focus and lock onto Hud’s, his face pulled tight with concern. I give him what feels like the dopiest, most satisfied smile I’ve got.
“You know,” I say, still trying to calm my racing heart, “you have to stop snatching my soul from my body. One of these days it’s not going to make it back to home base, and I’d really like to keep having orgasms like that.”
He snorts and sinks onto the step beside me. “Feel better?” he asks, lacing our fingers together, his own breathing still labored.
I let my head fall back against the stairs and close my eyes. “Yes and no,” I admit. “I’m just… I don’t know. Angry? Sad?” I shake my head, then look over at Hud. “I can’t get that image of you jumping out of my head,” I whisper brokenly.
I don’t mention the video. He doesn’t need to know it exists.
Hudson sighs before leaning over and giving me a soft peck. “I’m working on not feeling guilty about my actions with my therapist. I take accountability for what I did, but she tells me that I can’t feel guilty when imbalanced brains are the catalyst in situations like this.”
Looking deep into his eyes, I can see the life burning in them. He’s talking so comfortably about what happened. Not like he doesn’t care, but more like he’s made peace with it.
Strength is a sexy look on Hud.
“I’ve never apologized for how my actions hurt you. I’ve explained where my mind frame was at the time, but I never stopped to consider how everyone around me would feel. For that, I’m sorry.”
I give him a soft, understanding smile. “I’ve never blamed you, but I accept your apology.” I bring our clasped hands to my lips and kiss the back of his. “I’m proud of you.”
He smiles, then glances around the foyer. “We should probably go clean up. I don’t actually know when everyone’s coming back.”
My eyes nearly bug out of my head. “Hud! We could’ve been caught. What would your parents have said?”
He laughs. “Eh, they’re just happy I’m breathing. They probably would’ve just double-timed it back out the door.”
I growl at his joke.
He sighs, but doesn’t look apologetic. “Babe, the dark humor’s helped, okay? I know it’s weird to you, but…” He shrugs. “Maria actually said it’s a normal trauma coping mechanism. She did tell me to be aware of how they make others feel, so… sorry for that.”
I lean in and kiss him. I’m not going to argue with whatever’s helping him cope. Especially when he’s doing better than I am.
Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“Alright.” Hud claps his hands down on his thighs. “I think I need to get you in the shower. As much as I love the Renaissance painting we made on your stomach, I bet it’s getting itchy.”
I glance down at my messy torso. “Getting covered in cum is hot as hell in the moment, but the cleanup? Not so much.”
“Hmm, maybe some pre-cleanup is required.”
“What—”
He leans down, tongue out, and licks from my belly button all the way up to my throat.
“Delicious.” He smirks, then stands and offers his hand to help me up.
My jaw drops, eyes glazed with need. “Holy hell, Hud. You’re really testing my refractory period.”
He chuckles. “Well, if you come shower with me, we can study the effects of my mouth on your… turnaround.” Then he turns and walks up the stairs, his ass flexing with every step.
It takes me two seconds to scoop up our clothes and scramble after him.
