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  Thank God. He wasn’t following through on the threat to torture her. He was going to let her come. Hudson squeezed her eyes shut and gave herself over to the mounting sensations. She was close. So close. Her breath spiraled out in a rush as her pussy contracted and —

  Connor’s fingers abruptly disappeared.

  Her eyes shot open. “You fucking bastard.”

  He clicked his tongue mockingly before looking at Rylan. “We’ve created a monster. She’s gotten so much greedier since she sucked you off, man.”

  “Greedy,” Rylan agreed. He gave his cock a lazy stroke as he glanced at Hudson. “Shame on you, gorgeous, calling him a bastard. You know he’ll punish you for that.”

  He was right. The smoldering look on Connor’s face confirmed it.

  “Yeah, you’ll have to be punished.” He inched his head toward her core. “Thoroughly.”

  A shiver rolled through her when his lips touched her clit. His tongue flicked over her in a featherlight lick, and her hips rose on instinct, struggling to get closer. She wanted to beg for more, but she knew it wouldn’t make a difference. The stubborn bastard wouldn’t give her anything until he was good and ready.

  The teasing began in earnest, an agonizing exploration with his mouth that turned her into a panting, whimpering mess. His tongue traced her pussy as if he were trying to memorize every inch. It skimmed her outer lips, then her inner ones, tickled her slit and traveled over her aching flesh, licking and sucking and kissing and not once making contact with the place that needed it the most. Her clit swelled, pulsed to the point of pain, but he purposely avoided it, chuckling every time she groaned in frustration.

  “See? Greedy,” he muttered to his friend, whose answering chuckle made her nostrils flare.

  She could barely see Rylan through the mist of pleasure obscuring her vision. She heard him, though. The smug laughter, the slap of his hand on his cock, the low groan he released when Connor spread her legs wider and turned his cheek to kiss her inner thigh.

  The torment started up again. Soft kisses and torturous licks. Fuck, he was going to kill her. She couldn’t draw air into her lungs. She couldn’t think clearly. All the blood in her body had rushed to her clit. Her entire being centered on the painful throb between her legs.

  Connor licked his way up her thigh and found her folds again. She’d expected him to keep teasing, so when the tip of his tongue flicked briefly over her clit, her hips bucked so wildly that she shook the armchair.

  “Oh, yes —”

  His tongue was gone before she’d finished, and an agonized moan was ripped from her throat.

  “Aw, have mercy on her, Con,” Rylan spoke up. “She’s squirming so hard, she’s gonna break the chair.”

  Connor peered up at her. “You want mercy, baby?”

  She was too worked up to talk, so she nodded.

  “You want my mouth on that sweet little clit?”

  Another nod.

  He dipped his head and planted the gentlest of kisses on the tight bud. Sweet relief crashed into her when his tongue darted out for a taste. But the soft lick wasn’t enough to ease the ache. Her hips lifted again, desperate for more contact.

  This time he gave it to her, suckling on her clit as his thumb drifted down to tease her opening. Sensation buzzed through her, pleasure building with each brush of his thumb, each soothing stroke of his tongue.

  It still wasn’t enough. She shoved her fingers through his hair and tried to bring him closer, but his hair was too short to grip. Luckily, he didn’t seem interested in torturing her anymore. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, his tongue hot and insistent, coaxing her pleasure to life, sending her hurtling closer and closer to the edge.

  “Ohhh.” She gasped for air. “I’m going to —”

  No sooner had she spoken than his palm landed in a sharp smack over her clit.

  The sting of pain was so unexpected that her orgasm retreated like air being sucked into a vacuum, and a wail tore out of her mouth. “I hate you.”

  His laughter heated her core. “No. You love every second of this.”

  She didn’t.

  She did.

  She didn’t even know what she felt anymore. Her body no longer belonged to her. It belonged to Connor, and it responded only to him.

  “What do you think?” he asked Rylan. “Has she had enough?”

  Hudson pleaded with the other man to say yes, to order Connor to make the unbearable ache go away, but what he did was rise from the bed and sink to his knees next to Connor.

  “Nah,” he drawled. “Definitely not enough.”

  “Agreed.” Connor’s evil gleam made her breath hitch. He slowly brought two fingers to her pussy and parted her folds, holding her open for Rylan.

  Without missing a beat, Rylan dipped down and took over, his tongue moving seductively over her clit.

  Her heartbeat accelerated as she met Connor’s eyes and saw the pure male satisfaction glittering there, but her vision blurred when Rylan licked a firm circle around her clit before sucking it between his lips. Then he released it with a smacking sound and licked his way down to her entrance.

  The first time he speared her with his tongue, she moaned.

  The next time he did it, she came.

  The orgasm caught her by complete surprise. She was wholly aware of Connor’s thumb rubbing her clit, Rylan’s tongue fucking her core. The thrill of knowing that two men were dedicated to her pleasure, and her pleasure alone, intensified the white-hot waves of release, and a second orgasm came without warning, different from the first but no less powerful. This time it was concentrated on her clit, a rapid, incessant throb that she felt in her fingers and toes and everywhere in between.

  It was too much. Too intense. All she could do was give in to it, ride it out as her muscles strained from the force of her release and her mind fragmented into a million pieces.

  Connor’s heart hammered against his rib cage as he watched Hudson come apart. The complete lack of abandon, the naked ecstasy on her face… took his breath away.

  His cock had turned into an iron spike, throbbing impatiently against his zipper. “Jesus,” he hissed when she finally went still. “You’re so beautiful when you come, baby.”

  Rylan raised his head from Hudson’s pussy and released a rueful sigh. “I got ahead of myself with the tongue-fucking,” he confessed. “I didn’t think it’d get her off.”

  Connor’s lips twitched. “Twice.”

  Hudson’s gray eyes were droopy and glazed as she looked at him. “I’m sorry?”

  He choked out a laugh. Damn it. He really liked this woman, probably a lot more than he ought to, but he couldn’t help himself. He found her sarcasm endearing, and there was something so refreshing about her eagerness to explore her sexuality, her complete acceptance of his dominance.

  Hell, he even liked the way she ordered his men around. Her bossiness made sense, considering she’d worked in a hospital and probably dealt with cranky, difficult patients on a daily basis, but he could tell it drove his friends crazy. And yet… they indulged her. They might grumble under their breaths as they did it, but Kade, Xan, and Rylan were quick to help Hudson with whatever new task she’d assigned herself around camp.

  She wasn’t like that with Connor, though. Not anymore. Not since she’d asked to spend the night with him and he’d rejected her.

  During sex, she didn’t hold back. She gave him every part of herself. But outside the bedroom, she kept her distance. If she had questions about the outlaw world, she went to Xan. If she wanted to talk about camp chores, she went to Kade. If she needed comfort, she went to Rylan.

  It was exactly what Connor had wanted. For Hudson to be satisfied with their just-sex arrangement and stop asking for more than he was able to give her.

  So why the hell was he pissed that she’d actually given him what he’d asked for?

  “You’re not sorry at all,” Rylan was accusing her. “You wanted that orgasm.”

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p; “If it helps, you guys really did torment me before I came.” She grinned, adding, “Twice.”

  “Fuckin’ brat.”

  Connor cut off the teasing exchange. “It’s our turn to be greedy,” he said roughly. “On the bed, sweetheart. I want you on all fours.”

  Her expression held no uncertainty or fear, just pure excitement as she did what he asked. She settled on her hands and knees, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. Her blond hair streamed over one shoulder as she shamelessly jutted her ass in the air and twisted her head with an impish look. “Like this?”

  Jesus. What a difference two weeks made. The blushing, wide-eyed innocent Connor had brought to Lennox’s was gone, replaced by a confident vixen who had no qualms about thrusting her ass out at him in bold invitation.

  His mouth went dry as he gazed at her pussy, slick and swollen from her orgasm. He wanted to slide inside her, screw her until she came again, but instead, he positioned himself in front of her, his knees hitting the mattress as he guided his cock to her sexy pink lips.

  “Open,” he murmured.

  Her lips parted and he nudged the head of his cock through them. Her tongue instantly swirled around him, sending a sizzle of heat down his shaft and directly to his balls.

  Rylan stood at the foot of the bed, his fist closed around his cock. He toyed with his piercing as he watched Hudson’s mouth in action.

  Connor’s fingers slid through her hair, tightening in the silky strands when her tongue landed on the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick. “I bet your pussy feels so empty right now, doesn’t it, baby?”

  Her answering moan vibrated in his cock.

  “Do you want Rylan to fill you up while you suck me?”

  A nod now, accompanied by another deep moan that he felt in his blood.

  Connor glanced at his friend and tipped his head toward the bedside table. “Condoms in the drawer.”

  Rylan looked puzzled for a beat, and then understanding dawned on his face as he realized what that meant. He went to the drawer without commenting. A moment later, he had a condom on and was positioning himself behind Hudson.

  He ran a hand up her spine, his fingers bumping Connor’s as he threaded them through her hair. His hips close enough to guide his erection between her legs even as he leaned over and covered her back with his torso. “You might have come twice, gorgeous, but now it’s all about us.”

  Hudson’s answer was an attempt to suck Connor’s brain out through his cock. He lowered his focus. God, he could watch her all night, those full lips stretching around him as she worked with eager intent. Pleasure raced through him, tension rising in his balls, and his control was held on by a thread as he raised his gaze, shocked to find Rylan was still playing with Hudson.

  He’d expected his friend to move like a flash, but instead Rylan waited, hips rocking as he stroked the length of his shaft against her pussy, sweeping his fingers over her back in a tender caress.

  The stars in front of Conner’s eyes weren’t just from the blow job anymore as a new kind of tension hit him. A hint of tightness in his chest at the building connection between them. One that didn’t include him.

  “Fuck her,” he ordered, a harsh grate in his voice.

  Rylan’s head snapped up for an instant before he moved to obey, lining up and pushing in. Slow, agonizingly slow.

  Hudson groaned with pleasure, and the sound reverberated against Conner’s cock. Shit. If he didn’t get Rylan’s ass into gear, he was going to be the first to leave the party.

  And still Rylan, the bastard who’d once screwed a woman so hard they’d broken through a wall at Lennox’s, continued to move as if he were taking an untried virgin for the first time. Sweet and careful, his hands now stroking Hudson’s hips.

  Jesus Christ. Enough.

  Conner tugged on the wisps of hair wrapped around his hand until his eyes met Hudson’s, then pulled his cock out until the head rested on her bottom lip. “You ready for this?”

  She darted her tongue over him in response, and he growled at her.

  One quick nod at Rylan, and this time the man didn’t ignore the order as the two of them moved in unison on her. Thrusting forward again and again, changing the rhythm so one or the other was constantly filling her, Connor sliding into her mouth, Rylan slamming into her pussy. Hudson’s fingers clenched in the bedsheets, but she rocked into them in turn, as if wanting more of Rylan’s cock, more of Connor’s. She was always begging for more, and it floored him, thrilled him, because that kind of intensity was something he’d always wanted from a woman and had never been able to find.

  “Fuck.” Rylan’s fingers dug into her waist, and he swore, holding himself deep inside her as he came.

  Hudson lifted her eyes to Conner’s, sucked harder on his dick, and came all over his friend’s cock, rocking her hips and moaning around his engorged head, until the tension in his balls broke apart and a blinding rush of pleasure swept through his body. He spurted on her tongue and lips, and she lapped him up with tiny licks that made him shudder and gasp.

  She watched him the entire time, her gaze reserved for him and him alone, and that was more thrilling than anything else they’d done tonight. Rylan was right – they were hot together. They burned so bright that the rest of the world faded away, and all he could see were her big gray eyes and the raw hunger that made him go up in flames every time she looked at him. That kind of fire could be dangerous. Addictive.

  But right now, as he tugged her up and kissed the taste of him off her lips, he was alarmingly happy to let himself burn.

  14

  Hudson settled into a routine that consisted of working, eating, sleeping, and fucking.

  She’d never been more content in her life.

  Connor had given her the okay to start cleaning out the empty cabins, even though she knew he wasn’t thrilled about it. He seemed to want to leave the cabins dusty and uninhabitable, as if doing so helped him stick to his guns about not taking other people in. But Hudson had quickly discovered a loophole to Connor’s leadership – if she wanted him to say yes to something, all she had to do was voice the request during sex, and the man caved like a poorly constructed tent.

  And she was shameless about taking advantage of it.

  It was hard to believe that she’d been living here for only a month. She could barely remember her old life anymore¸ and it startled her how little she missed it.

  “Do you think Pike will ever stop hating me?”

  With a glum look, she followed Rylan through the woods as they searched for the motion detector that had been triggered. More often than not, the alarm that buzzed from Xander’s computers was the result of an animal scurrying past the sensor or the wind knocking down a branch near it, but Connor was insistent on checking out every incident.

  Rylan chuckled at her question. “He doesn’t hate you.”

  “He’s barely said more than five sentences to me – and it’s been a month.”

  “He barely says five sentences to anyone, Blondie. Trust me, you’re not special.” He winked at her over his shoulder. “Well, you are, but in other ways.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh.”

  “I’m serious. I’ve known the man for years. If he hates someone, he comes right out and tells it to their face.”

  “I’m curious – how did you and Pike even meet? Actually, how did all of you end up at this camp?”

  “If you want the dirt on Connor, just ask for it,” he teased. “You don’t have to pretend you give a shit about the rest of us.”

  “But I do,” she protested. “None of you guys ever talk about your pasts.”

  She couldn’t deny that Connor’s history intrigued her the most. She’d given up on asking him any personal questions, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t dying to know all about him.

  “We don’t talk about the past because there’s not much to talk about.” Rylan’s tone was light, his shrug careless, but Hudson was starting to suspect that he w
asn’t the carefree man he pretended to be. She got the feeling that his teasing grins and easy laughter covered up a lot of pain and heartache that he didn’t want anyone to see.

  “Humor me,” she insisted. “Where did you grow up?”

  “On a farm. Much farther south than here, in what used to be Texas.”

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

  “Nope. It was just me and my folks.” His voice stayed deceptively casual. “After they died I joined up with some outlaws who were still rallying for the People’s Army. I was sixteen. No, seventeen, I think. That’s where I met Pike, at the army training camp.”