“Is this what you need, baby?”
Chuckling, he reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, timing the contact with his next thrust, and he was rewarded by her cry of release. Her pussy clamped around him as she came, her nails digging into the back of his neck and her teeth sinking into his shoulder. He loved seeing her lose control. Loved being the one who made her lose control.
Her legs trembled around his hips as he fucked her through the orgasm, keeping his gaze glued to her face. So beautiful. Her eyes were unfocused, fuzzy with pleasure, and it cracked his chest wide open, the trust she so willingly handed him. She trusted him to make her feel good, trusted him not to let her fall. He’d never been with a woman who gave herself to him so completely. That trust… it was more powerful than any aphrodisiac. It was humbling and terrifying and so arousing that his balls tightened in warning.
His senses returned in that final moment before release hit, and he pulled out abruptly, blinding pleasure exploding inside him. As a shudder overtook him, he yanked her shirt up and spilled onto her stomach, semen coating her pale flesh, making it glisten in the candlelight.
His breathing was ragged as he met her eyes. She looked as stunned as he felt, as if she hadn’t expected the fierceness of their joining, either.
“Connor.” Lennox’s amused voice traveled across the room.
Connor turned, stiffening when he realized that every pair of eyes in the room was fixed intently on him and Hudson. Expressions ranged from fascination to arousal, but it was Lennox’s knowing smirk that grated the most. The man’s silvery gaze took in Hudson’s bare tits, Connor’s bare ass, his come shining on her stomach. Jesus. He couldn’t have marked her any more than if he’d tattooed his name on her skin.
“I need to talk to you before you go,” Lennox prompted.
Furious with himself, Connor grabbed a cocktail napkin from a nearby table and pressed it into Hudson’s hand. “Get cleaned up,” he ordered. “I’ll meet you outside.”
He tucked his dick in his pants and zipped up, then stalked off, feeling Hudson’s astonished gaze follow him all the way out the door.
“Well, I certainly didn’t expect that.”
Hudson spun around, startled to see Tamara coming up beside her. She was still breathless and tingly from that crazy, frantic sex and confused as hell about Connor’s abrupt departure. The man had possessed her body like he owned it. He’d done it in a roomful of people and then walked away as if he hadn’t knocked her entire world off its axis.
Avoiding Tamara’s incredulous gaze, she hastily wiped her stomach and pulled down her shirt, as if what had just happened was no big deal. “You didn’t expect what?”
“Honey, that man may as well have stuck a flag in your pussy and called it Connorland.”
Her gaze flew up. “What?”
Tamara took a dainty sip of the drink in her hand. “Connor only fucks in the private rooms. If he did it out here where everyone could see, it was because he was sending a message. Telling everyone to keep their hands off you.” The woman looked deeply impressed. “How the hell did you manage that? You must have a magic pussy, baby.”
Hudson didn’t answer. Her mind was too busy trying to make sense of what Tamara had said. Was that what Connor had done? Claimed her in front of everyone? Declared her as his? The notion was too mystifying to unpack at the moment, so she shrugged, pretending to be unaffected by it all.
Then she changed the subject.
“When did you get here?” she asked, studying the other woman.
Tamara was in leather pants and a corset again, but she’d swept her long dark hair into a knot atop her head, giving her an oddly regal vibe. “I’ve been here all day. I was in the back with Lennox when Con came in. The three of us had a lovely chat about satellites.”
“Yeah, Connor was interested in getting his hands on more phones. Did you agree to help him?”
“Yes, and he’s definitely not happy about owing me.” Tamara grinned. “But Con understands that everything has a price.”
“Speaking of prices…” Hudson smoothed a hand through her hair, which was tousled from Connor’s fingers running through it. “I was hoping you’d be able to get me something too.”
“I see. What do you need?”
“Birth control.”
Those catlike eyes twinkled as Tamara glanced at the crumpled napkin Hudson was still clutching. “Yeah, I think you do need it. Condoms?”
Hudson shook her head. “Shots.” She hesitated. “The female breeders in the city get birth control shots twice a year. Each one is good for six months.”
The humor in Tamara’s eyes faded, replaced with deep suspicion. “How do you know about those?”
She gulped. “Ah… someone told me about it. I can’t remember who.”
“Bullshit.”