“I missed you more.” Hudson practically jumped into his arms, all smiles.
He pushed Hudson against the wall, tongue-fucking his lover’s mouth, hips holding Hudson where he wanted. Hudson pulled on his shirt and arched into him like he was trying to crawl under his skin.
Yeah.
He’d intended to remind Hudson how good he had it here, but Hudson didn’t seem to need that. At all.
“I have so much to tell you.” Hudson was already breathless. “Later.”
“Later. I fucking need you, darlin’. I need us.” Together, sweaty and swearing and coming hard.
“I thought that goddamn driver was never going to get here.” Hudson’s hands dropped to his belt and tugged.
“I was waiting.” He pushed Hudson’s shirt up, needing skin. Now.
“You smell like barn.” Hudson pushed his jeans open and fished out his already aching cock. “Not complaining.”
“You smell like home.” He got their cocks in one of his hands, pulling them good and hard.
“Oh, fuck.” Hudson dropped his head back against the wall with a needy groan. “Your fucking hands.”
They’d been empty. Now that Jack knew what everyday loving was, he wasn’t going back. “Got you.”
“Yeah. Yes, baby.” Hudson’s fingers dug into his shoulders, so Jack gave him all he had.
He wanted to hear Hudson scream; he needed to feel Hudson’s spunk on his fingers.
“Not gonna last, baby.” Hudson didn’t sound too concerned about that. “I…” Hudson went up on his toes and one hand dropped to the barn wall and pounded it a couple of times. Then Jack got what he wanted—loud, hot, and satisfying.
“Fuck me, you’re hot as fire.” He shut himself up by taking a hard kiss, jacking himself good and hard.
Hudson shoved him back a step so he could watch, eyes moving from Jack’s cock to his eyes and back again before taking over. “Let’s have it, baby. Show me what I’ve missed for a week.”
“Hud.” That was the best he could do before he shot, coming like a ton of bricks, giving it up to his man.
“Fuck, yeah. Did you miss me, you beautiful asshole? I think you missed me.” Hudson kissed him, stealing what little breath he had.
He’d fucking ached for Hudson, and he wasn’t ashamed of it.
This was his person.
Angelica shouted from somewhere else in the barn. “Gosh, I’m going to have to get over to the other side of the barn soon! I sure hope I don’t walk in on anything!”
Jack snorted softly. “Walk super slow, woman!”
“Horndogs!”
Like he hadn’t seen her and her girl in here, stretched out on a quilt.
Hudson grinned as he zipped up, but he blushed too, cheeks turning pink. His man blushed at everything. “Shit.”
“Yeah, we’ll head out before she makes her way over.” He wasn’t worried. She’d seen worse.
Hudson shrugged. “It’s our barn.” Hudson grinned wider. “We own barns.”
“We do. We own an utterly trashed kitchen too.” He did not roll his eyes. “Yay.”
“It’s going to be nice, baby. You’re going to love it. Stone and marble, tile floor and not one single flower in sight.” Hudson was a little excited about the kitchen and didn’t seem the least bit concerned it was going to take weeks to finish.