My mouth goes dry, a raspy “yes” leaving my lips.
Hudson’s breathing picks up, and I can tell by the scrunch of his brow that he’s close to coming. I clock every micro expression, and when I count down from five, his release splashes against the tile. He bites his lower lip, stifling the moan trying to escape.
The sight of Hudson coming undone is fantastic. My knees go weak and my hands fly to the porcelain behind me. Fire licks up my spine, and before I can brace myself, my own orgasm rips me in two. I gasp as I come, electricity firing through all my synapses.
“Holy shit. Did you just—”
I open my eyes, unaware that I even closed them, and glance over to where Hud is standing with his towel wrapped around his hips. He looks delighted and surprised, his eyes focused on my crotch.
“Shut up,” I grumble, completely embarrassed that just happened. I turn my back on Hud, my cheeks so hot you can fry an egg on them.
He comes up behind me and kisses my neck. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t just come in your pants without touching yourself.”
“No, but if I had to watch my naked boyfriend all soaped up in the shower jacking his perfect cock, I probably could have,” he teases.
There is a beat of silence before Hud starts laughing.
“Shut up,” I say again, though there is no heat behind it. It only makes Hudson laugh harder, effectively dulling my embarrassment and making me laugh, too.
“Do you have a wet spot?” Hud cackles as he tries to get me to turn around. I fight him off, laughing as I block him. “Come on, let me see. This is my handiwork, you know.”
I run to his room, breathless from laughing. He strolls in behind me, a gorgeous smile on his face. He walks over to his dresser and grabs the clothes he pulled out, tossing me the basketball shorts he was going to wear. I finally take a look at my pajamas and find a sticky wet spot has bloomed.
“You’ll never let me live this down.” I strip out of my ruined pajamas and underwear, then slide on the clean shorts.
Hud chuckles. “We’ve all come in our pants at some point.” He’s fully dressed now, hip against his desk, arms crossed.
“Yeah, when we were thirteen.”
Hudson shrugs. “Still counts.” He snags his wallet and then saunters over to me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “It’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me.”
I snort and roll my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the front door. “Come on, we need to hurry. I don’t want to explain to your dad that we are late because you nutted like a pre-teen.”
I groan and get into the passenger seat of his Bronco, clicking my seatbelt in place. The car roars to life as Hudson takes my hand, linking our fingers. He brings them to his mouth, kissing each of my knuckles.
“Just so we’re clear,” he says, backing out of the driveway, “that was hot as fuck.”
My cheeks heat again, but I smile. “Yeah, well… you’re welcome.”
Hudson drives us towards the diner, and I let out a breath, the embarrassment still simmering in my chest. Hud’s stupid gorgeous smile hasn’t faded once, and if my mortifying little accident is what put it there… hell, I’d figure out a way to do it again.
His laughter is worth every bit of red on my face.
Chapter nineteen
Cullen
Breakfast was delicious, but I could faceplant in this leftover syrup and not even care. Between the pain meds and another rough night of sleep, exhaustion is pulling at every muscle in my body.
Across the table, Dad smiles at Hudson. “So how are things going with therapy?”
Hud perks up. “Good, actually. Maria says I’m making progress.”
Dad smiles. “It’s obvious. That makes me very happy for you, Hudson.”
