to pull me to a stop. My heart beats harder at his touch, everything in me insisting I melt into him and give him anything he wants. After all, it’s what I want too.
I swallow hard and turn to face him. “What’s up?” I ask as casually as I can manage.
He steps closer, crowding into my space until all I can feel is the warmth of his body, and all I can smell is his spicy whiskey body soap and a hint of the alcohol on his breath. He cups my face, and the move is so familiar at this point I don’t think I could keep myself from leaning into it if I tried.
“Come home with me?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that vibrates through me and strokes my cock awake without any effort.
“I…” My brain is foggy from the booze, but more than that, my body is quickly getting drunk on Hudson’s closeness. If I say yes, I know we’ll have a fun night together. He knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how to make me come so hard I’ll see stars for hours. I sway into him, my cock fully hard just thinking about how Hudson’s bare skin feels against mine. “Have to go home...alone.”
Hudson’s shoulders sag. He strokes his thumb across my cheek without saying a word, and I wonder if he’s hoping to change my mind. His hot breath ghosts over my lips a fraction of a second before his mouth is on mine. I brace for a hungry onslaught, steeling myself to refuse him again no matter how good the kiss is. But, to my surprise, his lips move slowly against mine, which is strangely harder to resist than if he shoved his tongue down my throat and started grinding his erection against me. I put my hands on his chest, curling my fingers around the fabric of his shirt and parting my lips to deepen the kiss.
It’s entirely too easy to get lost in the sweet rhythm of his mouth, the familiar flavor of his tongue, the comforting feeling of his body against mine.
He breaks the kiss without warning, and I drag in a breath in an attempt to get my thoughts back in the right order.
“At least let me walk you home so I know you’re safe. I won’t come inside or push for anything else.”
“Um, sure,” I agree, giving a weak nod and stepping out of his arms.
We walk in silence, my lips still tingling from the kiss and my body buzzing. My place is only a few blocks from the bar, which is one of the reasons I’ve always liked going to Twisted Cherry. But with everything hanging between us, and my brain failing to come up with anything to say, it feels like the longest walk in history.
“Listen, I’m sorry I was waiting for you when you got home last weekend. It was too much, right?”
I had been surprised to find him there, but in a way it was nice to know he cared enough to wait for me to get home.
“It wasn’t too much,” I assure him.
“Oh, all right.” He sounds so unsure of himself; it’s completely out of character for my normally cocky and self-assured best friend.
“Why then…” He trails off, letting the half-asked question hang in the air. I don’t know if I have an answer for him right now, so instead of trying to wrangle my tipsy brain to find the right words to explain, I slip my hand into his and rest my head against his shoulder as we walk.
When we reach my building, we pause on the sidewalk, and I consider throwing out that stupid idea I had about not having sex with Hudson and inviting him up. Except, Leo is up there right now, and I have no doubt it would turn into a fight between the two of them.
“Thanks for walking me home.” I brush a kiss against Hudson’s cheek, and he squeezes my hand.
“Anytime. Night, Bish.”
Chapter 5
Riot
Bishop left the bar with his friend last night, at least it looked like he did. They kissed on the sidewalk for a few minutes before walking down the street together. I shouldn’t have been watching, but I can’t help that they were making out right in front of the giant window. What I don’t know is what that means for our coffee date, if anything.
After I closed up the bar, I was too wired to sleep, so I sat down