Chapter Six
Macy
You know what big beds are good for? Sleeping. Know what else? Me neither, because my sister was an evil, evil woman, hell-bent on making my life miserable.
“It’s ringing again,” Hudson said as he tossed his clothes in a bag. How that man could even look at me after the bullshit night we’d had, I didn’t know. Thankfully, he seemed more sad than angry. A fact that actually didn’t make me feel any better.
I snagged the phone from where I’d left it only a few minutes before and swiped to answer. “What?”
“Jeesh, sis. Such a cranky greeting.”
If I could have crushed the damn thing at that point, I would have. “You have called me every ten minutes. You have interrupted meals and talks and my one immersive date. What more could you possibly have to say to me right now?”
Stacy sat quiet for a few moments before a faint, “Drive safe,” came over the line.
I sagged, all anger blown out of me by two soft words. “I will. I’ll call when I get home.” Sighing, I hung up and slipped the phone into my purse. “I…am so sorry.”
“For what?”
“For her. We’re really close, and I know she’s only doing this because she pushed me to go so far out of my comfort zone by meeting you. It’s just…” I didn’t even have the words for what her behavior was. Not then. Probably not ever. How did you explain to someone that you called each other a hundred times a day just to make sure the other was alive?
There was no holding back my sigh. “We’re really close.”
Hudson chuckled softly before bending over me to give me a sweet kiss, one that I wanted to lengthen and dive into, that I wanted to allow to get out of control.
I sucked so hard at losing control, though.
“Don’t apologize for your sister,” he said against my lips. “She worries about you. And we have time to be alone. This was not the only time you’ll see me.”
“I know, but…”
He kissed me again, laying me back on the bed and resting on top of me. That kiss became more of what I wanted. Deeper, stronger, rougher…more of everything good and sexy in the world. As we’d done too many times to count, we wrapped ourselves around one another in that big old bed and fell into the lust-fueled haze of making out.
But this time was different. This was it. I could feel the connection, the desire coming from both of us. This time, we’d finish what we started. No interruptions, no stopping, nothing in the way. My sister wouldn’t call again, and if she did, I’d totally ignore it.
As Hudson’s hand crept under my shirt to cup my breast, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. So hard, so strong. The man made one hell of a sexy blanket.
Hudson pinched my nipple as he bit my bottom lip, rocking his hips into mine for good measure. My entire body begged to scream yes. I wanted more of this. More rubbing, thrusting, teasing. More of him and me together. Even with our clothes on, there was no denying the heat between us. The chemistry. This was our time, and there would be no stopping us from finally getting exactly what we needed.
I arched my back and pressed against where he was hard for me. So hard. He groaned something that sounded more growl than not and rocked his hips into mine, desperate and needy. I wanted him…wanted this…wanted everything he had to give me.
“Hudson,” I whispered, ready to surrender. Ready to end this insane roller coaster of need and buildup and crash. Ready—
“Housekeeping.” The door to the room flew open, and without knocking, an older lady walked in with towels over her arm.
Team Cockblocks: 492. Team Hudson and Macy: 0
Walking out of the hotel with a very unsatisfied Hudson by my side was one of the worst experiences of my life. Not only because I was a shaky, needy mess, but because Hudson was, too. The universe simply did not want to see us get laid. The bastards.
“So you’ll call me?” I asked as we reached my car. Ugh, the tone of my voice was another fuck-up on my part. I sounded desperate even to my own ears, which only made me cringe. But Hudson didn’t seem to care. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, pressing his lips to mine for a not-quite-public-approved kiss. Screw anyone watching us, though. I needed his hands on my ass and his tongue brushing mine.
Though I did pull away when I moaned. Loudly. I totally had a thing for the way he grabbed my ass.
Hudson groaned quite a bit softer than I did and rocked me slightly in his arms. Sort of dancing with me, but not. It was cute.
“Of course,” he mumbled against the top of my head. “I’ll call you right away.”
I sighed and curled into his embrace. “Oddly enough, I’m going to miss you.”
“I don’t think that’s odd at all. I’m going to miss you, too, Macy.”
“We’ll just have to go on another date soon, then.” I bit my lip and looked up at him, so fucking happy when he smiled.
“Of course we will.” He kissed me again before pulling away enough to rub his nose along mine. “Next time we go out, maybe you can turn your phone off so she can’t interrupt us.”
My response came before I even gave a thought to it but not before pictures of my sister, completely bald from the chemo and lying in a hospital bed with tubes and wires attached everywhere, popped into my head. “But she might need me.”
He frowned, a quick expression he replaced with a smile almost before I completely caught it. And didn’t that make me feel worse? As if Stacy’s needs were greater than his. But by the way I’d acted this weekend, that’s exactly the picture I’d painted. I’d let Stacy run rampant through my immersive date with my potential husband, never putting my foot down and saying I needed time alone with him.
But maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe I was too afraid of being alone with Hudson to turn off the damn phone. Which was silly, right? I mean, it wasn’t as if he’d pushed or done anything to scare me. He and I pretty much just cuddled and hung out on one side of the king-sized bed, talking a lot, eating occasionally, and kissing more than I had since my pre-having-sex days. Long, drawn-out make-out sessions that ended with the ringing of my phone every single time, leaving both of us hot, bothered, and unfulfilled. What we did not do was bump uglies. Knock boots. Mattress dance. Take a ride to O-town. Horizontal mambo. Nope, none of that. And as I stood in the parking garage of the hotel Sunday afternoon, I mentally kicked myself for every stopped session. I’d given myself a case of epididymal hypertension, more commonly known as blue balls. If I’d had a scrotum, of course. Which I didn’t, but there was a case of a patient born as a—
Where had my brain gone?
“I really do have to go,” I whispered, pulling myself from his arms in the most reluctant move ever. “Way too much studying to do.”
Hudson sighed and let me go, though his hand lingered on my arm as if to steady me as I sank into my car. Good thing, because I was feeling surprisingly weak. Asthenia, a condition where the body loses strength in part or in whole. That was me. All…asthenia-ish.
And apparently, not ready to go yet. “Hey, Hudson?”
“Yeah?”
“I really am sorry. For everything.”
His smile didn’t even seem forced. “Don’t be. It was a good date.”
I shut the car door and hung my head. “No, it wasn’t.”
He yanked open the door and leaned in, pinning me to my seat. His mouth was fierce on mine, demanding and sure as he kissed me like a man possessed. Like a man in need.
Like a man I wanted to kiss me every day, so long as it was just like this.
When he pulled away, I practically licked my lips for one more taste of him. “What was that for?”
“A reminder.” He kissed me again, softer this time, sweeter. His thumb rubbing a small arc along my cheek. “We were matched for a reason, my Macy. And no matter what happens, no matter how many times your phone rings or who walks into the room, at the end of two weeks, I’ll still want you as my match.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’m a hunter. Patience and confidence come with the job.”
A hunter…huh. That made sense. “Dead things.”
He grinned. “Yes, dead things. I’m used to that smell. Now go study so you can call me later. And drive safely,” Hudson said as he stepped away from my car.
“You too.” I slid the key in the ignition, and four seconds later, was heading out onto the street. Which hurt. A lot.
Driving away was strangely the most difficult thing I’d ever done. I didn’t want to go home and study—I wanted to stay with Hudson. To spend more time with him. To say screw all the hours spent huddled over books, the money on tuition, and the lost opportunities for social anything. I wanted to say screw it all and screw him instead. What was wrong with me? I’d known the guy for twenty-four hours… It wasn’t as if I’d actually fallen for him or anything. There’d been no time for that sort of nonsense. I lusted after him, sure. But love? Real feelings? Not possible.
Not really.
Hudson
The sister needed a mate of her own so she would leave mine alone long enough for me to get her naked.
Still, as I made my way back to the were-howss, I could not stop my smile. I had met my mate, the female I would be with forever. And she was perfect. Smart and educated, going so far as wanting to be a healer for her people—an honor where I was from. She was funny and creative. And she was beautiful. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes were imprinted on my brain. I would think of them as I took my cock in hand later. Think of her sweet smiles and the flush of her skin when I made her laugh. I would think only of my Macy.
And I would do anything to see her again. Soon.
When I got back to the were-howss, Cutlass and Klow-ee were waiting for me in their unit.
“So,” the little human asked. “How’d it go?”
I grinned, unable to hold it back. “Good.”
Klow-ee leaned forward as if waiting for something. And then she frowned. “That’s it? Good. A cheap pizza is good, a jog through the park is good, hell, a pap schh-meer can be good. Meeting your match shouldn’t be…just good.”
I raised a shoulder, still grinning. “It was good. She wants to be a healer for humans. She’s very smart.”
“Okay,” Klow-ee said, drawing out the word to sound like two. Ooh and kaee.
Cutlass chuckled and pulled Klow-ee back into his lap. “Hudson is happy. That should tell you enough.”
But his mate did not look accepting of that. “Hudson is always happy. That’s just him.”
Klow-ee refocused on me, cocking her head like a bird of prey. “Did you tell her where you’re from? That you’re an—” she lowered her voice “—alien?”
I never understood why she said that word so quietly. “No. I enjoyed her company, though. She’s the right match for me.”
“Congratulations,” Cutlass said. “Did you mate her?”
Klow-ee smacked him in the chest. “Jeez, Cutlass. Way to be suu-tull.”
“What is suu-tull?” he asked, looking from her to me and back again. I could only shake my head. That word didn’t translate.
“Shit. You guys need reprogramming for the language or something.” Klow-ee scrunched up her face in an odd, totally human way. “So, since my man here came in like a wrecking ball…did you?”
“Did I what?” I asked as I leaned against the wall by the door.
“Mate her? Have the sex? Get down and dirty in the C with the D?”
I only understood one of those questions. “No. We did mate mouths, though. I can see now why you and Cutlass are always attached at the lips. Her taste is addictive.”
They both stared at me as if I was an idiot. And maybe I was because I had wanted very much to bury my face in Macy’s cunt, and I had not. Because of a phone that pinged and beeped and danced across the counters far too often. I guess I could have tried harder. Macy could have spoken to her sister as I licked her. Well, she could have listened. I hoped to be good enough to keep her from being able to speak more than my name. And maybe the word more. I liked the word more. But my mate was obviously tied to her sister in a way that was stronger than most sibling relationships. Why, I had no idea, but there was a need for connection between them. I couldn’t tear them apart for my own needs and wants.
Cutlass finally broke the heavy silence. “You met the female you want to be your mate and did nothing?”
Before I could answer, Klow-ee smacked him in the chest. “Way to be supportive.”
“You’re a stronger man than I,” Cutlass said as he rubbed the arm of his mate.
Klow-ee smacked him. Again. “Or she’s not as much of a hu-sssee as I was.”
Cutlass looked to me as if I was supposed to understand his mate’s words. I didn’t, so I only stared back.
A strange beeping sounded through the room, soft but persistent. It reminded me of Macy’s phone, but not the same tone. Had the damn thing followed me home? I growled, looking around to pinpoint the annoying noise.
“What was that?” Cutlass asked.
Klow-ee rolled her eyes enough to show the whites along the bottom. “Where’s your phone, Hudson?”
“What phone?”
As another ping sounded, the human dove for me. I took a step to the side, trapped against the wall as I was, but Klow-ee didn’t relent. She followed me, thrusting her hands into my pockets. I shot Cutlass a helpless look, hoping he’d tear his mate away so I could go back to searching for the noise.
He did not. In fact, I was pretty sure he laughed.
“The phone,” Klow-ee said as she patted my ass for the second time. “The little silver thing I gave you. Where is your phone?”
“Oh. That.” I pulled the device out from the throat of my boot and handed it to her. She looked from my boot to the phone and then back to me.
“You keep your phone in your shoe?”
“You told me not to lose it. I won’t lose it if it’s next to my hunting blade.”
“I don’t think I want to know.” She handed me back the phone with a huge smile on her face. “You have a text message.”
The translation images for those words didn’t make sense. “A what?”
“It’s like a letter, but shorter and electronic. It’s from someone named Macy.”
“That is my mate.” I gripped the device, trying hard to understand the lines and arcs. “What does it say?”
Klow-ee peeked over my arm. “It says she’s still missing you and wants to know if you’d like to have dinner tonight.”
“Yes.” I shook the device and raised my voice. “Yes. I would like that very much.”
Klow-ee placed her hand on my arm. “You need to send her a text back.”
Yes. Of course. I just needed to… Wait, what?
“I don’t know how.”
Klow-ee glanced at Cutlass before sighing. “Okay. I’ll step in and help, but don’t ask me to lie to her about your alienness. And don’t expect me to be the go-between if you two start to sext.”
I watched as her fingers flew over the screen. “What is sext?”
“Sending naughty notes and pictures.”
Once again, the human methods of communication baffled me. “Pictures of what?”
“Dick pics.” Klow-ee waved in the direction of my cock. “I don’t want to see your junk.”
I looked at Cutlass, disappointed in my friend for the first time since I’d met him. “She calls your cock junk? And I thought I had failed my female.”
Cutlass didn’t look happy. “My cock is not junk.”
“Your mate says it is.”
Klow-ee, meanwhile, said nothing as she dealt with the text messages. Minus pictures. Though I thought I saw a smile curving one side of her mouth.
“My mate knows my cock is good,” Cutlass said with a bit of a growl. Klow-ee glanced up at me and blinked a single eye. She was an odd human.
Cutlass seemed to take her non-response as a challenge. “I’ll prove my cock is not junk. Right now.”
Klow-ee shoved the phone in my hand and gave me a large smile. “Meet her at Xochimilco at seven.” She spun to face her mate, cocking a hip. He growled, stalking closer. His gaze intense and focused solely on her. The air filled with the scent of arousal, both hers and Cutlass’. It was time for me to go.
“Thank you, Klow-ee.”
“No, thank you, Hudson.”
Cutlass grabbed her, his hands gripping her ass and his face buried in her neck. Definitely time for me to go. I didn’t need to see their mating.
I had my own female now.