Devil within, p.7
Devil Within, page 7
But the most outstanding thing about the room is the view in front of the bed.
It’s surrounded by glass, so right here at the top, we can see everything. Every single skyscraper, even the chaos below in the city. The people below appear like tiny ants.
I go over to the window and press my hands against the cool glass and I can feel Hudson stepping up behind me.
“How high are we?” I ask.
“One-thousand, two hundred and fifty-five feet high.” His hot breath is on my neck as he speaks.
I turn around to face him and he’s so close that’s barely any room to breathe. His eyes are trained on me as we stand there.
I clear my throat. “I’ve never been this high before.”
Hudson traces my cheek with his finger and immediately there’s that yearning for him to touch me intimately again, but he just watches me, his eyes boring into mine.
“Are you afraid of being this high?” he asks softly.
I shake my head and notice how his dark green gaze travels down to my lips.
“Then why do you look so afraid?”
“I don’t know.” My heart is pounding hard.
His hands lower and I already know what he’s doing before he starts unbuttoning my jeans.
“I think that you’re afraid of being all alone with me,” Hudson says—which is partly true. “I also think you’re afraid of how I make you feel, Parker.”
My breath hitches and my heart starts racing as he gets down on his knees and pulls down my jeans, removing them from my ankles, before discarding them to the side.
“I don’t think I’m ready for sex right now,” I whisper and I look away in fear that I just ruined the entire mood.
“It’s okay. I just want to give you oral if that’s okay?”
I nod silently and he smiles up at me as he continues.
Hudson doesn’t need any directions and he also doesn’t ask, because he knows what he’s doing. It’s things like that, that makes him hot.
He reaches up and slowly pulls down my panties and even though he already saw me naked earlier, I can’t help but feel a nervous shiver travel through my body.
My butt press against the cool glass and my clit tightens with apprehension as the heat pools in my core when he pushes my thighs apart.
He lifts his face to my pussy and I gasp out as his tongue enters me without warning. I slip my fingers into his hair as he runs his long tongue against the folds of my pussy.
Warmth spreads through me when he grazes me gently with his teeth and then he licks and devours my clit, before invading me with his devilish tongue again, rousing a deep moan from within me.
Without warning, my legs go weak, but Hudson keeps me steady with his hot hands on my thighs as I reach my climax.
“Oh my God,” I cry out with my legs shaking and he looks up at me with a smirk across his face.
“You taste so good,” he whispers as he kisses my thighs lightly, before standing up.
“Want something comfortable to wear?” he asks walking across the room to a door. “I’ll bring a washcloth for you now
“Yeah.” I breathe in deeply as my body is reduced to small shocks of pleasure.
My legs are still weak and I can hardly believe how fast I came for the third time today.
I watch as he opens the door to a wide closet and I suddenly feel so exposed standing there in almost nothing.
Hudson goes into the closet and then he comes back out with a white t-shirt.
“I’m not sure if this will fit, but it’s something,” Hudson says handing me the t-shirt.
“This is great, thanks,” I say as the heat creeps into my cheeks.
“I’ll be right back.” Hudson turns away and heads over to another door next to the closet which is probably the bathroom.
When he closes the door behind him, I take off my t-shirt and bra, pile them neatly on the white Ottoman in front of the bed and pull the t-shirt over my head, before sitting on the edge of the bed. The scent from his clothes is intoxicatingly masculine and spicy, and a scent that belongs entirely to him.
Hudson comes out a few minutes later and I can’t stop myself from staring at his naked torso and lean legs. He’s just in a pair of black Calvin Klein’s and it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. That bulge is very noticeable and my lady parts ache in response.
He walks over to where I am and leans again in front of me, holding up the washcloth. “Can I?” I nod and Hudson moves my t-shirt up and pushes my legs apart once again as he presses the warm cloth against my pussy. It feels so good as he wipes me down, his green eyes shifting up to meet mine. I swallow down a gulp when he stands up and goes back into the bathroom.
I pull the t-shirt down and move into the bed; the sheets beneath me are cool and smell of him too.
Hudson walks back into the room and silently switches off the lights before climbing in beside me. We lie back and turn to face each other. Everything around us is silent and dark.
“Did you have a nice day?” he asks.
“I did, thank you.”
A few minutes of silence pass between us and Hudson shuffles closer. His minty breath is inches away from my lips.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about what we’re doing. You and I,” I tell him truthfully.
He stays quiet for a long moment before answering. “Does whatever this is feel good to you?”
I shift closer this time. “It does. How come you don’t want anything in return?”
It’s been sitting on my mind since earlier. Most guys are always eager for a blowjob. At least that’s what Lex always tells me. But Hudson doesn’t initiate anything else. Maybe he doesn’t want anything else?
Our breaths are so close and I can feel the heat from his body radiating between us.
“Because there are so many bad things I want to do to you, but it can wait,” he says and I feel his warm lips now pressing against my forehead. “Wanna spoon?”
I smile like an idiot and thank God that it’s dark because I probably look silly. “Sure.”
I turn around and Hudson slips his arm around my waist and pulls me into his warm firm body.
Just laying like that feels like the most perfect thing in the world and I feel so safe. His arm around me offers the insurance that I never felt before with Ryan. Thinking about it, Ryan never held me this way before.
“Good night,” Hudson says, against my neck.
“Good night,” I reply softly as I drift off to sleep.
18
Promises
Parker
I know I’m late when the early morning sun hits my face and rouses me from my much-needed sleep.
And then I feel his arm around me and my eyes snap open to find myself in Hudson’s bed. I almost forgot about last night.
I gently push Hudson’s arm off me and slip out of the bed even though I don’t want to.
Hudson is sprawled out across the bed, the delicious curves of his smooth back are exposed. With gentle sunlight streaming into the room, I can see faint beauty spots speckled across his skin. How can anyone be so perfect?
It’s tempting to get back into the bed now and have his arm around me once again, but I manage to pull myself together as I grab my jeans and underwear from the Ottoman and slip into it.
I still don’t know what time it is which makes me suddenly realise that I don’t have my phone. Thinking about it, I don’t even remember when last I had used my phone.
Lex is probably freaking out because the last time she saw me was yesterday morning before I left to go to the yacht with Hudson.
When you’re having such a good time, it’s so easy to forget about the rest of your life. The thought of going to class so early in the morning dampens my mood.
I grab the rest of my clothes and leave Hudson’s room. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I walk around as quietly as I can on the cool marble floors and begin searching for my phone in the living room.
That’s when I spot my backpack against the couch. I lift the bag and unzip it before rummaging through it frantically. I finally find my phone wedged right at the bottom of my bag.
A long sigh of relief escapes my lips as I try to switch my phone on, but it’s completely dead. Lex is definitely freaking out. I stuff my clothes into my backpack and then zip it up again.
“Were you going to leave without telling me?” Hudson’s low voice startles me and I swivel around to find him standing a few feet away from me.
His black hair is tousled and looks so soft. He’s now wearing a pair of dark jeans that ride low on his waistline. The medallion dangles from his neck and sits on his firm chest.
“I have to go. I have a yoga session and then I have class,” I say, as I shoulder my backpack.
“I can take you.” Hudson steps closer.
“It’s Monday,” I tell him.
He stares at me blankly. “And?”
“Don’t you have things to do? I can’t possibly take up any more of your time.”
“There’s nothing on my schedule. I do what I want when I want.” He takes another step towards me and he’s close enough because he slips his arms around my waist and pulls against him.
“That’s great, Hudson.” My face warms at our closeness. “But I have to go.”
“Then let me take you. Or you don’t want to be seen with me?” he asks, leaning in to kiss my neck.
His breath tickles my skin and I tip my head back, exposing my throat to him. The kisses become wetter and more insistent as his lips move further down my neck.
“You’re making me late,” I whisper and he stills, before pulling back.
“I’ll let you leave,” he says, a gentle warning in his voice. “But only if I get to drop you off.”
“Okay,” I agree to him dropping me off at my yoga class because it seems that he won’t take no for an answer.
Hudson runs back up to get fully dressed and when he returns, he’s wearing a loose-fitting navy blue t-shirt and his jeans with a very clean pair of Vans.
We take the elevator down, standing across from each other and just thinking back to what we were doing in here yesterday has my face burning with mortification and my body tingling.
Hudson watches me the entire time, a devilish smirk plastered across his face as if he can hear what I’m thinking.
“I feel like the elevator rides should become a regular thing,” Hudson suggests when we reach the hotel underground parking.
“Your mind is corrupt,” I tell him as he takes my hand in his and leads me over to a parking lot at the far end of the underground parking.
“Oh no, this is just a teaser of what’s to actually come. Take your pick.” He points forward at the Lamborghini and the other car; a shiny black Mustang.
When I was younger, I had an obsession with cars and I’d spend hours travelling with my father to various car shows, especially vintage. That was before my mother insisted that I stop my tomboyish ways.
I mean if it wasn’t for her, I’d be a complete mess of a woman, but if it wasn’t for my dad, I wouldn’t be able to tell that this was a year 68’ model with a V8 engine. It’s a sexy car, like its sexy owner.
“Mustang 68’ Fastback,” I say and Hudson raises his eyebrows as his eyes light up with approval.
“Smart, fucking sexy and you know about cars,” Hudson says. “I think I like you a lot, Parker.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say as he unlocks the Mustang and we get into the car.
When he turns the key in the ignition, the Mustang roars to life and when he revs the engine, that beautiful purr from the V8 makes the blood in my veins flow faster.
I glance over at Hudson who places one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the stick. His black hair is unsettled and his green eyes are dark, daring.
Everything about the way he’s positioned makes me want to strip down and let him have his way with me until my thoughts are numb because I have a feeling that Hudson can do exactly just that.
“Ready?” he asks and I nod as I lean over and kiss his cheek.
“I really can’t wait to make you come in so many different ways,” he says as if he’s fulfilling a promise to me and it’s a promise that makes me sit back down in my seat like a good girl and swallow hard.
19
When Your Bff Is Angry, Buy Her Food
Parker
After convincing Hudson to leave me at the yoga studio, I spend the next forty-five minutes stretching my ass off while, Neela, our pretty Indian yoga instructor who’s in a hot pink get-up up today encourages us.
“Come on ladies, you want to be as flexible as possible, so stretch those legs and arms!” she shouts.
I stand for ten straight minutes doing Adho Mukha Svanasana, the downward-facing dog position that requires us to have our hands stretched out on the ground before us with our feet flat and our butts sticking up in the air.
Just when I start to feel the burn and just want to give up, Neela announces that we’re finally done for the day.
Checking at my watch, I see that it’s 7:24 a.m. which means I still have half an hour to go home and change before getting to my class which starts at 8:30 a.m. and then I start to realise that I haven’t done a lot of reading during the weekend.
Maybe if I wasn’t so distracted by Hudson, I think with annoyance. But who couldn’t help but find themselves distracted by him?
I have a quick shower in one of the empty shower stalls, before pulling on Hudson’s grey t-shirt and my jeans since it’s the only clothes I have right now.
When I’m done at Vibe & Bliss, I take a cool walk home and appreciate the warm sunlight that soaks into my skin.
It’s a busy Monday morning for everyone, so I’m getting an unusual amount of double-takes at my messy bun and casual garb as if I’m still in weekend mode. New Yorkers will be New Yorkers.
Before I can reach our apartment building, I make a quick stop at Gino’s Pizzeria, mine and Lex’s second favourite pizzeria in NYC and get a large pepperoni deep dish pizza with extra cheese and jalapeno sauce.
I don’t care if it’s 7:30 in the morning, pizza is meant to be enjoyed all parts of the day and knowing Lex, she’ll be less mad if I buy her food. Especially if it’s the deep dish pizza from Gino.
I pay for my order at the counter and when it’s ready, I collect the large brown box and make my way out and head towards our apartment building.
The doorman, George Adamson, who’s in his prime fifties, with his silver hair all back, nods his head in my direction and opens the glass door for me.
“How are you, Miss Kelleher?” he asks.
“I’m good and you George?”
“I’m good. It’s a fine day out. Enjoyed your weekend?”
I smile at him and nod. “I did, thank you. Did you enjoy your weekend?”
“I did. I took Molly out for dinner at this small Italian restaurant downtown,” he tells me.
Molly is his wife who has stage 2 breast cancer and the worry on George’s face grows each time I see him. He’s always friendly, but his smile doesn’t touch his eyes anymore ever since they found out about her condition.
“That’s great.” I pat him on the arm. “Molly is lucky to have you. How is she?”
“She’s good. Thanks for asking, Parker.”
“Tell her I said hi,” I say before I go inside the building.
As I get into the rickety elevator—not at all like Hudson’s one at the Saylor Towers—I check my watch again.
It’s 7:36 a.m. already.
I take in a deep breath and exhale when I reach our floor and the elevator doors open.
Slipping my hand into my back pocket, I search for my set of keys to the apartment, but it’s not there.
What the hell? Lex isn’t going to like this. I could have sworn that I put it in my back pocket.
Oh crap! I take in a deep breath and try to calm myself down. It’s going to be a good day, I tell myself mentally.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that I was stuck in some sadistic bitch author’s mind as she thought of ways to further torture me.
I knock on our apartment door three times before the door is finally unlocked and opened.
Lex stands there with her purple hair dishevelled and her blue eyes wide and weepy. Lex is usually a mess between the two of us, but this time, I know it’s because of me and I can’t help but feel the guilt spread through me.
“Parker?! Where the hell have you been?” she shrieks.
“I know, I know, I know,” I say, stepping into the apartment and closing the door shut behind me. “I’m sorry. I was with Hudson.”
She plops down on the couch, running her hands through her hair. “Hudson? Why didn’t you call me? I thought you were kidnapped. I wanted to call the police! I didn’t sleep all night!”
I put out my bottom lip and hope to make the most pathetic face ever as I hold up the pizza box. “I’m sorry. I bought pizza for you though.”
Lex glares at me and grabs a pillow before hurling it in my direction. I don’t even have to dive from the attempt, because she completely misses.
“Do you think pizza is going to make up for what you put me through?”
“Lex, my phone died and I-I’m sorry, okay?” I place the box down in front of her and gently rub her back to console her. “Look, the pizza has extra pepperoni and jalapeno sauce.”
“If something happened to you…” she trails off as the tears start flowing again.
I sigh and put on my invisible armour because this is Lex Carmichael that we’re talking about and she’s highly emotional about everything. She lives and breathes Lifetime movies and that’s enough to get her crying for days.
“I was with Hudson at a hotel,” I tell her knowing that she’ll stop moping and start biting the hook like a voracious piranha for details.
Lex’s head snaps up on cue and the tears are suddenly gone, replaced by her narrowed eyes. “A hotel? You harlot. Tell me, was it a five-star hotel? How big was his dick and did you lose your virginity?”
