Hudson
I can’t take another moment of not being inside my beautiful girl. I jerk the wheel, pulling us off the main road, and park in a beachfront parking area away from the overhead light. Braking so fast we rock forward, I immediately rip my seat beat belt off and then hers. Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her over my lap and enjoy her amazing laughter filling my car.
“You’re a naughty girl, Scarlett. Think I should teach you a lesson?”
“Mmmhhhhmmmm. I do think a lesson is in order, Mr. Smith. Teach me something naughty.”
Then her lips are on mine in a searing kiss I feel down to my balls, and I buck my cock into her. My fingers trace the back of her delicate neck as her tongue pushes inside my lips, and I can’t help but tug her hair in a tight fist. She moans into my mouth and grinds against my straining trousers, rubbing against my aching manhood. Her hands make their way to my belt and her soft hands find me quickly. I break the kiss and stop her working hands and gaze into her eyes, so she knows I mean every word.
“I fucking love you, Charlotte.”
“I fucking love you, Hudson.”
Our lips fuse again and I reach behind her to unzip her dress that’s been taunting me all night. I kiss her down her throat and down the collar as I strip it off her. My eager tongue finds her piercing and she arches her back against the steering wheel. She pops out of my mouth and I sit back to admire the view, grinding myself against her.
“You are so gorgeous.”
She smiles at me with a blush and pulls her arms out of her dress and pushes it down. My eyes follow the dress down where I find another piece of lace scrap that I love having the honor of tearing off her. I’m rewarded with a loud moan and she brings my hand to her soaking wet center.
“I love when you do that,” she admits. Her smile has turned shy and I massage her right where she holds me, working her up. Her panting gets louder as I tell her how badly I want her, how fucking thankful I am to touch her. I push in a finger and she rides my hand. Soon I push in a second and she’s begging for my cock.
“Please, Hudson.”
Stopping my pace and pulling out, she reaches for me and slides herself across me until my eyes are rolling back in my head. When she puts me inside her, it’s me that’s loud, and I wrap my arms around her and buck up inside her, pulling her close. I love the feeling of her arms around me just as much as I’m enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around my dick. I’m in heaven and I tell her as much as I thrust harder into her and she screams my name. We come together in a sheer fog of ecstasy. As I come down from the amazing orgasm, she slowly kisses my neck. It’s hot but gentle, and I feel her branding my heart for the rest of my life. My entire life from here on out will be lived for this woman. To make her as happy as she so easily makes me.
By the time we make it back to her flat we head to her bathroom for a quick shower where we soon learn that we can’t keep our hands off each other, then spend the night in her bed as I make her come over and over just to hear my name from her mouth. After we wear each other out to the point we pass out, I wake to her mouth sucking me dry. I have never been so utterly happy in all my life.
The next day we make Pop-Tarts and eat grapes from her kitchen and after several cups of coffee and a randy time in the shower, we dress and make our way to the studio.
Marcus and Mason are working with the girls of Wallflower, who sit behind the glass. When he sees me follow Charlotte in, he pushes a button and slips off his headphones with an expression of pure danger to my life. I stay back as Charlotte walks up to him and gives him their customary hug, and daggers fly at me as he protectively rubs her back.
“Hudson,” he says in an accusatory tone, and I notice for the first time since entering the room that Mason has made his way farther from Marcus’ side over to the couches against the wall.
“Marcus, Hudson and I have something we want to talk to you about.” She smiles innocently up at him and I think I can actually see smoke rising from the top of his head. As angry as he might be at me, he smiles sweetly down at his best friend, and she tugs him over to the couch. Mason says he needs something from his car, not looking up at me but staring at his phone while he heads out. This all makes my mouth go terribly dry as I sit in the leather chair, keeping Charlotte between us for this particular chat.
“So, as you can guess, Hudson came back, yesterday in fact, and I know it sounds completely crazy, but the entire group, not just him, have asked me to join them on tour as a member of the band.” She’s looking a bit nervous, which is a terrible sign, and Marcus’ face goes from mock sweetness to utter shock in a matter of seconds.
“You want to join Headspace?” he asks, seeming to calm down a bit.
“Yeah. I know it’s nuts, but secretly I’ve always wanted to be a part of a group and make a real life in music for myself, not just write it and help everyone else’s dreams come true. I want this for me. Ryan told Hudson ‘Taken’ is their number one song and it’s not even a single. It can’t be without me and I just think maybe I could give it a shot.” She shrugs her shoulders and I see the defeat. She’s still having a hard time believing everyone loves her, but before I can say anything, Marcus beats me to it.
“I think you should.”
She looks at him with disbelief and he continues.
“Your dreams have always been obvious to me, Charlie. I know this is what you’ve really wanted, but since you know who beat it into you that you’re not good enough, you wouldn’t step out of your comfort zone. I didn’t know how to support you or push you or have any idea how I could help, but I’m really happy that you’ve gotten there. You deserve it, Charlie, and I’m glad you’re going after your dreams.”
“For real?” My girl looks a bit choked up, and I smile to myself, so thankful for his kindness.
“Yeah, definitely. Go chase your dreams, show the world how awesome you are.” Marcus’ smile is genuine, and he pulls a crying Charlotte into his embrace. I watch their friendship without a hint of jealousy. It surprises me that the two can be good friends and nothing more, but I’ve had the pleasure to get to know them both and see how well they play off of one another and feel the sexual tension when Charlotte looks only at me.
“But you’re going to have to sell me on this joker.” He nods to me and I brace myself for impact.
“I love him,” she says without effort and that balloon of adoration expands in my chest. She stares at me as I remain speechless.
Our moment is broken by an irritated growl from Marcus.
“You better fucking straighten up, motherfucker, or so help me I will put you in the ground if you ever hurt her again.”
I nod my respect, and looking at my girl, I see the reminder of her pain and swear to them both right then and there I will never let that happen again. I’m not scared to love her; she’s fucking perfect. He seems satisfied with my answer and asks about tour details. He assures her Wallflower’s songs are done and for her not to worry. We talk about tour dates, and he tells us he’ll make a few shows and starts sounding really excited for her. She lights up at the possibility and he reminds her about family dinner. I knew of such dinners but never have I been invited before. Imagine my utter shock when he looks me dead in the eye and asks if I will join them tonight.
“Yes! Thank you. I would be honored.”
I look to Charlotte who beams at me and looks between the two of us with so much hope it kills me. I’ve not had a family except for the boys, so to be invited into such a tight-knit fold, I feel overwhelmed with gratitude. He tells us the restaurant and I pull out my phone to look it up until Charlotte’s hand finds mine and I drop it before ordering another car. She gives me a cocky nod and a wry grin that I love. Excited about all the possibilities tonight holds, I tuck my phone away and take her hand in mine. I pull her close and when my mouth is to her ear so only she can hear me, I whisper to her how much I love her.