Claimed (Outlaws #1)

He ran a hand up her spine, his fingers bumping Connor’s as he threaded them through her hair. His hips close enough to guide his erection between her legs even as he leaned over and covered her back with his torso. “You might have come twice, gorgeous, but now it’s all about us.”


Hudson’s answer was an attempt to suck Connor’s brain out through his cock. He lowered his focus. God, he could watch her all night, those full lips stretching around him as she worked with eager intent. Pleasure raced through him, tension rising in his balls, and his control was held on by a thread as he raised his gaze, shocked to find Rylan was still playing with Hudson.

He’d expected his friend to move like a flash, but instead Rylan waited, hips rocking as he stroked the length of his shaft against her pussy, sweeping his fingers over her back in a tender caress.

The stars in front of Conner’s eyes weren’t just from the blow job anymore as a new kind of tension hit him. A hint of tightness in his chest at the building connection between them. One that didn’t include him.

“Fuck her,” he ordered, a harsh grate in his voice.

Rylan’s head snapped up for an instant before he moved to obey, lining up and pushing in. Slow, agonizingly slow.

Hudson groaned with pleasure, and the sound reverberated against Conner’s cock. Shit. If he didn’t get Rylan’s ass into gear, he was going to be the first to leave the party.

And still Rylan, the bastard who’d once screwed a woman so hard they’d broken through a wall at Lennox’s, continued to move as if he were taking an untried virgin for the first time. Sweet and careful, his hands now stroking Hudson’s hips.

Jesus Christ. Enough.

Conner tugged on the wisps of hair wrapped around his hand until his eyes met Hudson’s, then pulled his cock out until the head rested on her bottom lip. “You ready for this?”

She darted her tongue over him in response, and he growled at her.

One quick nod at Rylan, and this time the man didn’t ignore the order as the two of them moved in unison on her. Thrusting forward again and again, changing the rhythm so one or the other was constantly filling her, Connor sliding into her mouth, Rylan slamming into her pussy. Hudson’s fingers clenched in the bedsheets, but she rocked into them in turn, as if wanting more of Rylan’s cock, more of Connor’s. She was always begging for more, and it floored him, thrilled him, because that kind of intensity was something he’d always wanted from a woman and had never been able to find.

“Fuck.” Rylan’s fingers dug into her waist, and he swore, holding himself deep inside her as he came.

Hudson lifted her eyes to Conner’s, sucked harder on his dick, and came all over his friend’s cock, rocking her hips and moaning around his engorged head, until the tension in his balls broke apart and a blinding rush of pleasure swept through his body. He spurted on her tongue and lips, and she lapped him up with tiny licks that made him shudder and gasp.

She watched him the entire time, her gaze reserved for him and him alone, and that was more thrilling than anything else they’d done tonight. Rylan was right – they were hot together. They burned so bright that the rest of the world faded away, and all he could see were her big gray eyes and the raw hunger that made him go up in flames every time she looked at him. That kind of fire could be dangerous. Addictive.

But right now, as he tugged her up and kissed the taste of him off her lips, he was alarmingly happy to let himself burn.

14

Hudson settled into a routine that consisted of working, eating, sleeping, and fucking.

She’d never been more content in her life.

Connor had given her the okay to start cleaning out the empty cabins, even though she knew he wasn’t thrilled about it. He seemed to want to leave the cabins dusty and uninhabitable, as if doing so helped him stick to his guns about not taking other people in. But Hudson had quickly discovered a loophole to Connor’s leadership – if she wanted him to say yes to something, all she had to do was voice the request during sex, and the man caved like a poorly constructed tent.

And she was shameless about taking advantage of it.

It was hard to believe that she’d been living here for only a month. She could barely remember her old life anymore? and it startled her how little she missed it.

“Do you think Pike will ever stop hating me?”

With a glum look, she followed Rylan through the woods as they searched for the motion detector that had been triggered. More often than not, the alarm that buzzed from Xander’s computers was the result of an animal scurrying past the sensor or the wind knocking down a branch near it, but Connor was insistent on checking out every incident.

Rylan chuckled at her question. “He doesn’t hate you.”

“He’s barely said more than five sentences to me – and it’s been a month.”

“He barely says five sentences to anyone, Blondie. Trust me, you’re not special.” He winked at her over his shoulder. “Well, you are, but in other ways.”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh.”