“What’s your poison?” Connor asked gruffly.
She stared at the top-notch alcohol lining the bar top, wondering what kind of payment Lennox demanded from his patrons for drinking his booze. Her heartbeat accelerated as a panicky notion came to mind. No. Nobody was going to lay a hand on her, damn it.
Her gaze landed on Connor’s strong hands as he rifled through bottles, and her breasts tingled harder, making her amend that last thought. Nobody was laying a hand on her unless she wanted them to.
She unwittingly glanced in Rylan’s direction again, her breath hitching when she saw his tongue dart out to taste his companion’s nipple.
“Tequila,” she choked out, her throat drier than dust.
“Look at those wide eyes,” Connor mocked. “Makes me think you’ve never seen people fucking before.”
“No, I…” She swallowed. “I have. I saw lots of things at… the camp.”
He poured two tumblers and walked back to her, leading her to a vinyl stool. “Relax, sweetheart.” He forced her to sit, then planted the glass in her hand, the mocking note never leaving his voice. “We’re here to have a good time.”
Was this his idea of a good time? Watching random people have sex? She was too afraid to ask, so she lowered her eyes and clutched her drink with such force she was surprised the glass didn’t shatter.
“Uh-uh, that won’t do.”
She flinched when his forceful grip captured her chin, yanking her head up.
“Watch,” he ordered.
Her heart raced faster. She was out of her element here. She didn’t want to watch. She didn’t want – oh fuck, but she did want to. Or at least her body wanted it. Her skin felt tight and achy, her nipples harder than the icicles that formed on the compound roof every winter. And that deep pulsing in her core. It was getting worse, spiking her body temperature, making her thighs tremble. She was painfully aware of the wetness between her legs, and a shiver flew up her spine as she focused on Rylan.
His face was buried between the blonde’s breasts, hands stroking up and down her bare back, hips rocking slightly as he rubbed his lips over one puckered nipple.
“Tell me what you see.” Connor’s rough demand was an echo of the one he’d voiced at the storage station, except it was different this time. He wasn’t asking her to assess security protocols. He was asking her to describe debauchery.
Hudson’s voice wobbled. “I see sex.”
Connor laughed. “No, not even close. Not yet anyway.”
He brought the tumbler to his lips, and Hudson was fascinated by the way his strong, corded throat strained as he drank.
“Don’t look at me,” he said sharply. “Look at Rylan. Look at her. And tell me what you see.”
She gulped her tequila. “He’s turning her on.”
No, he was driving her wild. Rylan’s cheeks hollowed slightly as he sucked the woman’s nipple deep in his mouth, triggering a throaty moan from her lips. Hudson couldn’t see the blonde’s face, but judging by the way she arched her spine and desperately pushed her breast into Rylan’s face, she was clearly enjoying herself.
“Oh, he’s turning her on, all right,” Connor agreed. “What about you, baby? Is he turning you on?”
Hudson shifted to find him watching her intently. “W-what?”
“Do you like seeing him suck on those gorgeous tits?”
The tension in her body intensified, tightening her muscles and making her heart beat erratically. “No,” she lied.
Something indecipherable flicked through his eyes. Damn it. She felt like she’d failed another test. That she’d been failing from the second they’d stepped foot in this house. But she didn’t know what he expected from her. What he wanted her to say, what he was hoping she’d do. Did he want her to join the party? Saunter over there and push her breasts into Rylan’s face too?
A hot shiver ran through her. She could do it. The way everyone in this room was carrying on, no one would care if she joined in. They’d probably be all too happy to initiate her into this world of unadulterated sin.
Except there was one problem. The only man she wanted to be sinful with was sitting right beside her.
“Keep watching.”
Hudson hadn’t realized she’d turned away until a tug on her hair brought her gaze back to the couch, where the woman was unzipping Rylan’s pants.
“I think you’re going to like this.” Connor’s tone grew downright seductive. “I’ve never met a woman who doesn’t moan at the sight of Ry’s cock.”
The blonde sank to her knees in front of Rylan, dragging the denim off his muscular legs in one fluid motion. His thick erection sprang up, and a wink of silver caught the light – the barbell running horizontally through the crown of his cock.
Hudson moaned.
Loudly.
Connor grinned. “Yeah, that’s about right.”