Fuck yeah. He had no hope of holding out now, but neither did his cowboy, so he pushed back to meet Jack’s body and gave in, his climax overtaking him in shuddering waves.
Jack leaned down, biting his shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to sting.
“Fuck!” Hudson couldn’t move, torn between the instinct to pull away and needing to relax and let that sting settle into his body. He curled his fingers into the sheets and held on, knowing this wild side meant Jack was close.
Jack let go, grunted, and slammed in deep, eyes rolling back in his head.
Jack let them stay there for a bit while they found air, and the room came back into focus. He pulled Jack down for a kiss, one much less heated than their last. Jack always left him wrung out and exhausted in the best fucking way. He pulled away just enough to whisper, “Better every year.”
“Hell, yes. You blow my mind.” Jack grinned at him. “Every fucking time.”
Then why don’t you ever ask me to stay?
Every time… this time… and Jack still wasn’t asking.
He shoved the feelings, the things he wanted to say away for later. Tonight, he could enjoy this.
3
Jack headed downstairs to grab a couple of coffees and something sweet and rich to share with Hudson. Maybe chocolate flaky things.
He liked those.
He’d left Hudson crashed out on his stomach in bed, sweet bare ass peeking out from under the sheets, so he wasn’t in a hurry. That was good, because he could see across the lobby that there was a decent line at the little hotel cafe.
“Jack! Save me a spot!” Mackey’s Sid came out of the elevator. “Mack is needing a cup.”
“You got it.” He chuckled and winked at one of the twink riders behind him. “Y’all don’t mind, do you?”
“No, sir.”
He didn’t think so.
Sid slipped past them and got in line beside him, grinning. “Thanks. You know how Maverick is when he hasn’t had much sleep.”
Jack chuckled deep in his chest. In fact, he had been on the receiving end of Mackey’s need for caffeine. “Indeed I do, my friend.”
Sid squinted at him. “And… how did you sleep?”
He couldn’t help his grin for love or money. “Sleep is for the weak.”
That got him a good laugh. “I got the whole story about this guy last night. A yearly booty call? And Mav says he barely knows this guy because you basically keep him in your hotel room all weekend.”
“He’s special.” And Jack didn’t want to waste a second of it on anything but riding. Hudson was one of the best.
“But not special enough to want to see him more than once a year?” Sid winked at him. “Gotta keep those options open.”
“Shut up, asshole.” He winked back over, because Hudson had asked once for a commitment, and he’d said no. He’d been hurting bad and hadn’t been in a space to be a good man for more than a few days in a row back then.
Sid chuckled. “Damn, order your coffee, man. You’re grumpy.”
“Just wanting to get back upstairs, or maybe you two just make my butt itch.”
Sid cracked up, bumping into him with a grin.
“Well, I am from the dark side of event management.” Sid stepped up and ordered first, asking for a nice strong, black coffee for Mackey and some sweet caramel something-er-other thing too.
He was going to get a hazelnut latte and a cinnamon dolce dealio. Those rocked.