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“I wasn’t trying to make a point. I was waiting for you, I ran into him, we talked for a while.”
“You talked for a while.” He lets out an angry laugh. “You two seemed awfully chummy to me.”
“Seriously?”
His nostrils flare. “You get pissed and hang up on me forworkingwith another artist but then you go and hang out with Travis.”
“Are you kidding me?” I snap back. “You spend every waking moment with another woman and I’m supposed to be okay with it, but you’re going to get pissed over me having a casual conversation with someone?”
“That’s different and you know it. I don’t have a choice. This is my career.”
“Okay, so it’s your job to go on little day trips with her or out for dinner. Doing all the stuff you should be doing with me but with her?” I counter, everything I’ve been holding in boils to the surface.
“You could be the one doing all those things with me but you refused to come on tour with me.”
“So what, you’re using her as a stand in?” I scream, tears burning the back of my eyes. “I’m sorry that I’m not some mindless girl who’s going to throw all my plans and everything I’ve worked for out the window to stand on the sidelines while you followyourdreams. That’s not who I am. I thought you understood that about me.”
“I do understand that.”
“Do you? Because from where I’m standing it looks more like you’re punishing me.”
“Punishing you?” It’s his turn to look confused, his expression instantly softening. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” He takes a step toward me.
“I don’t know,” I grumble, my temper not subsiding.
Truth is I don’t think he’s punishing me. I don’t even know why I said it. One of those things that just comes out in the heat of the moment, yet I wonder if it doesn’t stem from some sort of truth.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, regret masking his face. “I’m not punishing you, Lennon. I would never play those kinds of games with you. You have to know that. You mean everything to me.Everything,” he reiterates. “Things are hard right now, I know that. It’s hard for me too. I’m sorry for jumping on you like that. I had no right.”
“I’m sorry for earlier,” I cave, letting out a deep breath.
Even though deep down I haven’t even scratched the surface of the things I should probably say, I don’t have it in me to fight with him. I’ve missed him so much it’s been physically painful.
“Come here.” He steps toward me and pulls me into his arms, his mouth landing on mine seconds later.
The anger and confusion and frustration instantly morphs into pure animalistic hunger. Our tongues clash together, breath mingling as we tear at each other’s clothing. Neither able to wait long enough to complete the task. I’ve still got my shirt and panties on and Hudson is still dressed from the waist down when he turns me around and bends me over the small table in the common area of the bus.
With my cheek pressed against the cool laminate, Hudson lowers his jeans seconds before he pulls my panties to the side, his warm heat settling at my entrance.
Without warning, he presses inside with one powerful thrust. I instantly cry out, grasping the edges of the table to hold myself in place.
Hudson quickly establishes a relentless pace, pounding into me with so much force it pushes the air from my lungs.
The burn starts to work its way through my lower belly. It’s been so long and he feels too good. I know I’m not going to be able to hold it together for long.
I crave Hudson like a starving person craves food. I get little crumbs to keep me alive but I never feel fully satisfied until he’s pressed against me the way he is right now.
“Hudson,” I cry, the climb taking me higher and higher.
“Let it go, baby. Let me feel you.” He quickens his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing around us.
I know he’s close. I can feel it in the way he moves, sense it in his desperation, hear it in his words. This knowledge sends my orgasm rocketing through me and my entire body feels the effects. It courses through me like an electrical pulse–sending pleasure from the bottom of my feet to the tips of my fingers.
Two more deep thrusts and Hudson spills his release inside of me with a deep groan, collapsing on top of me moments later.
His hot breath dances across my spine as we both work to catch our breath. The whole ordeal lasted less than three minutes, yet my body feels like we’ve been going at it for hours.
Hudson slides out of me without a word, guiding me upward moments later. Spinning me around, his hand splays across the side of my neck as he stares down at me.
