Christ, he wanted her naked. He wanted to shove his fingers inside her and fuck her with them while she stroked herself. But he kept his hands to himself, curled them into fists and pressed them on either side of the stool to avoid temptation.
Rylan was still watching Hudson. So were several other men, including Lennox, who met Connor’s eyes with a grin of approval.
Lennox’s door was always open to Connor and the others, and he asked for nothing in return except for backup when it was needed. That was how it worked in the free land. Barter and trade worked fine for material things; the rest of the time outlaws dealt in favors. Lennox didn’t call in his favors often, though. Or at least not often enough to justify how much time Connor and his boys spent at this joint. So even though he hadn’t brought Hudson here for Lennox, he was glad the man was enjoying the show.
Hudson made a helpless sound that went straight to Connor’s cock. Shit, sometimes he wished he did think with his dick. At least then he could be inside her right now, fucking them both blind.
When she curled her fingers over the edge of her stool, he tsked in disapproval and grabbed her hand. Hudson jerked as if he’d shot her, her expression a haze of passion.
“So many sexy things you can be holding on to, and you choose the chair?” He tsked again, then moved her hand to her breast and covered her knuckles with his palm, forcing her to squeeze the perky mound.
A breathy cry left her lips, and then her hand moved beneath his, rubbing her nipple in slow, light strokes.
“That’s it. Get yourself nice and hot.” He drew his hand back and breathed through his nose, trying to quell the arousal running rampant through his body. He absently ran his palm over his crotch, hoping the tiny bit of friction would help ease the ache, but the fleeting stroke only made his dick throb harder.
He picked up his glass instead and downed the rest of his tequila, hoping the burn of the alcohol would distract him from the burn down below. But then Hudson moaned, and he almost shot his load right then. She was almost there. He could see it in the tension of her body, hear it in her soft gasps, feel it in the trembling of her thigh against his chair.
Screw it. One taste. He just needed a taste.
Before he could stop himself, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp of delight with his kiss. Except it couldn’t even be considered that. It was a hard slapping of mouths and a fast thrust of tongue, no tenderness or finesse, nothing but raw desperation.
Hudson came the moment their lips touched.
Connor wrenched his mouth away in time to see ecstasy darken her eyes and redden her cheeks as she rocked into her own hand and shuddered in orgasm.
It was fucking beautiful.
He couldn’t resist stealing another kiss, this time on the side of her throat. Her flesh was hot beneath his lips, quivering as he dragged his tongue over it.
When she finally grew still, her gaze came up to meet his, and there it was – those wide eyes again. Then she looked around, blushing harder when she realized she had an audience. Rylan was watching her from the couch, his companion gone and his cock in his hand.
“I… can’t believe I just did that.”
She sounded confused and dismayed, and the reaction was enough to confirm everything Connor had already suspected.
Without a word, he dropped his empty glass on the bar top and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Her gaze rested on the very obvious bulge in his pants.
Ignoring her, he sought out Pike and nodded at the other man, issuing an unspoken command for him to keep an eye on Hudson. As Pike made his way over, Connor took a step forward and surveyed the room until he found what he was looking for.
“If you need anything, ask Pike or Ry,” he muttered to Hudson.
Then he walked away.
Hudson battled a jolt of shock as Connor turned his back on her and strode across the room like he owned it. Every female head swung in his direction, but he ignored them all, moving with purpose toward a willowy redhead in a skintight black dress.
He didn’t look back in Hudson’s direction. Not even once.
The afterglow from the mind-shattering orgasm she’d given herself dispersed like a cloud of dust. She watched in disbelief as Connor murmured something in the redhead’s ear. The woman said something in return, eliciting a deep chuckle from Connor.
Hearing him laugh with another woman hurt.
Seeing him leave the room with another woman pissed her off.
But really, what did she have to be angry about? They weren’t together. They barely even knew each other. Which meant that Connor could have sex with whomever the hell he wanted and Hudson had no right to be mad.
Except… she wasn’t mad, she realized.
She was jealous.
She’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life in a roomful of people, and she wasn’t even close to being satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted to experience that heady rush again, only this time with Connor as the one bringing her to that edge.
“So who the hell are you?”