11
It was bizarre walking into the kitchen and finding a woman there. Usually it was Xander or Kade at the stove, making soup or stew, or sometimes eggs, if Pike had paid a recent visit to the farm they traded supplies with. The men didn’t make a production out of cooking – they prepared fast meals with enough substance to sustain them for another day. Nothing fancy, oftentimes not even particularly appetizing, so Connor couldn’t help but gape when he saw the sheer amount of ingredients strewn on the counters. The damned woman was cooking enough food to feed an army.
And Rylan, the son of a bitch, was helping Hudson instead of performing the one task Connor had asked him to handle today.
The other man glanced up from the potatoes he was peeling and flashed a sheepish look. “Couldn’t be helped, brother. She dragged me in here.”
“I didn’t know how to work this thing,” Hudson protested, gesturing to the wood-burning stove. “We have electric ones in the city.”
“I’ll fix the bike tomorrow,” Rylan assured him before refocusing his attention on the potatoes.
Connor swept his gaze over the counters. “Are we having company?” he said dryly.
Hudson blushed. “I wanted to cook you guys a nice dinner. It’s a thank-you for letting me stay.”
She stretched upward to try to reach the top cupboard, causing her ass to jut out enticingly. The tantalizing sight brought an instant dose of lust to his bloodstream. Christ, he wanted to fuck her just like that – bent over the counter as he drove into her tight pussy from behind.
“He’s getting hard watching you cook,” Rylan told Hudson in a cheerful voice.
She closed the cupboard and glanced over with a sigh. “I’m starting to think everything gets him hard.”
She was wrong. He was usually a lot more controlled than this.
He never screwed a woman more than once. He got off, got her off, and didn’t look back, didn’t feel the need for a repeat performance. Not even the regulars at Lennox’s could hold his attention for more than one night.
But Hudson… goddamn it, he wanted her again. He couldn’t stop thinking about the noises she’d made yesterday. How tight she’d been. Shit, his skin still bore the gouges she’d left when she’d raked her nails down his back while he’d drilled her.
He came up behind her, his hands curling over her hips as he leaned in to kiss her neck. Her sweet, feminine fragrance surrounded him, made him dizzy. She used the same coconut-scented shampoo every cabin was stocked with, but he didn’t get this worked up when he smelled the damn thing on his own head.
“Everything you do gets me hard.” He corrected her accusation and punctuated it by sinking his teeth into her neck.
She jerked in surprise, then leaned back against his chest with a purr of pleasure.
“Tell Rylan how hard you got me yesterday,” he muttered, licking a path up to her jaw. Biting that too. “Tell him what I did to you.”
There was a rustle of movement, and then Rylan appeared in front of Hudson, his hands joining Connor’s on her waist. “I can’t wait to hear it,” the man drawled.
Rylan’s lips found the other side of her neck, and Connor chuckled as a full-body shiver shook Hudson’s slender frame.
“Tell him,” he commanded.
“On the table,” she choked out.
Rylan chuckled too. “On the table what?”
“He —” She moaned when Connor squeezed her ass. “He…”
Her arousal thickened the air, her head lolling to the side as Rylan’s lips devoured her neck. “Still waiting,” Rylan teased between kisses. “Tell me what he did to you.”
Connor ran his finger down the crease of her ass, then slid it underneath and cupped her pussy. Hard.
“He fucked me on the table, and it was – oh gosh, keep doing that.” She ground wildly into his hand, abandoning all attempts to answer the question. “Please, Con, don’t stop. Keep touching me —”
“Don’t mind me,” a sarcastic voice spoke up. “I can wait.”
Hudson jumped in surprise. The spell was broken, the heat of her body gone as she hastily ducked away from him and Rylan.
Pike stood in the doorway, taking in the scene with sheer disinterest. “Didn’t have to stop on my account.”
Connor didn’t miss the way Hudson tensed at the sound of Pike’s voice. He didn’t blame her. The man was a scary motherfucker.
“I need to talk to you,” Pike told him.
He followed Pike out the door, leaving Hudson and Rylan to their dinner preparations. On the front steps of the lodge, Pike lit a cigarette and blew out a thick gray cloud that matched the one darkening his eyes.
“How long is she staying, Con?”
He propped both elbows on the porch railing. “I don’t know. Indefinitely, for now.”
“She shouldn’t be here.”