Rylan came up beside her, and her gaze tracked the beads of water dripping down his chest. He didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere on him. Just tantalizing stretches of sleek, taut muscle that her fingers ached to touch.
Damn Connor and his I-call-the-shots decree. Why did he get to decide who she could touch and when she could do it?
Well, screw that. She was an outlaw now. She could do whatever the hell she wanted, right?
Turning her back to Connor, she met Rylan’s eyes, then leaned in and licked a drop of water right off his chest.
He hissed out a breath, peering past her shoulders. She knew that Connor was behind her, but she didn’t care. She’d told him last night what she wanted, and he’d promised to give it to her.
Now she was calling his bluff.
Her lips moved from Rylan’s chest to his shoulder, and she had to lean up on her tiptoes to drag her tongue over his warm flesh. She nipped at his shoulder, then grumbled in annoyance when he gently pushed her head away.
“Nice try, gorgeous. But you know the deal.”
She cast him an innocent look. “I must have forgotten – what’s the deal again?”
“I’m the deal,” a male voice growled, and then Connor’s chest pressed up against her back. “My camp, my rules.”
Hudson twisted her head to frown at him. “Yeah? Because it seems like the only rule you have is being a prude.”
That got her a delighted laugh from Rylan. “Oh, man, I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever accused Con of that.”
Her gaze stayed on Connor. “Am I wrong?”
“Damn right you are.”
She shivered when a strong hand splayed across her lower back, callused fingers rubbing the strip of bare flesh where her shirt met her shorts. Another hand came around and slid upward, hovering below her breasts.
“Did you enjoy putting your tongue on him?” he asked in a low voice.
She assumed it was a rhetorical question and didn’t answer, because he damn well knew she’d enjoyed it.
“You broke the rules.” His lips tickled her ear. “I’ll let it slide this time because I know how hungry you are for it. But it wasn’t fair to tease him, sweetheart. I think you need to be punished for that.”
Connor lightly stroked the undersides of her breasts, sending another shiver racing through her. “Here’s how I see it. You put your tongue on him… so it’s only fair that he gets to put his tongue on you.” His palm glided over the curve of her ass. “Don’t you think?”
All the oxygen got trapped in her lungs when she saw the impish gleam in Rylan’s eyes. Then he peered past her again, as if waiting for permission.
Keeping her flush against his bare chest, Connor moved his hand to the button at her waistband and deftly popped it open.
She wanted to turn around and see his face, but she was far too fascinated by Rylan’s expression as he watched Connor tug the shorts down her trembling legs. Blue eyes flared with heat as her skimpy black panties were exposed, but he still didn’t make a move.
Connor’s talented hands continued to wreak havoc on her body as he undressed her. He tugged her tank top up to her collarbone and her arms involuntarily rose to allow him to pull the shirt off.
She was in her underwear now, standing ten feet from the lodge in the middle of the day, as brilliant sunshine warmed her skin and blinded her eyes. The other men could stumble upon them at any second, but she didn’t give a damn. She was too focused on the possessive glide of Connor’s hands on her stomach, on the way Rylan was eating her up with his sultry gaze.
She gasped when Connor thrust his jeans-clad groin against her ass and rotated his hips.
“See what you do to me? You get me so fucking hard.” He made a strangled sound as he ground his erection against her, and when he barked out an order, it wasn’t directed at her. “I want your mouth on her.”
“About damn time,” Rylan choked out.
He dropped to his knees so fast Hudson didn’t even have time to blink. Her pulse sped up as he teasingly drew her panties down her legs and exposed her to his hungry gaze.
“Oh Jesus, Con,” he mumbled. “She’s got the prettiest pussy.”
Connor’s groan heated the back of her neck. “Taste it.”
His husky command was dark and obscene and so thrilling, her thighs quivered in anticipation.
On the ground, Rylan licked his lips. Then, sporting the filthiest smile she’d ever seen on a man, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over her folds.
Hudson nearly jumped out of her own skin. Every nerve ending in her body crackled to life as Rylan’s lips traveled lower and the tip of his tongue lapped at the moisture gathered at her opening.
He groaned in approval. “So fucking sweet.”
Connor growled. He grabbed Hudson’s hand and shoved it between her thighs, hissing out another command. “Put your finger inside. Nice and deep.”
It was hard to follow orders when her whole body was pulsing, hot and electric. Laughing, Rylan took her hand and coaxed her finger inside her pussy.