Speechless (Pier 70 #3) Read online

  Sometimes he could tolerate Hudson.

  Sometimes he could even handle working alongside him.

  Once in a while he didn’t mind looking at him, but that was only because he found him mildly attractive. Okay, devastatingly attractive. That was all. But a lot of people did. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. The guy was a freaking giant mass of muscle. Six foot two … long and lean, with beefed-up arms, smoldering emerald eyes and thick, dark hair, which he kept cut shorter on the sides, a little longer on the top. The strong jaw was a nice touch, too. Plus, the cheekbones… And maybe his fantastic lips…

  Teague growled again.

  He wasn’t the only person in the world who found the guy attractive, jeezus. A lot of men did, apparently, since it seemed Hudson had a long list of them coming by to see him, talk to him, flirt with him.

  “Giant, stupid asshole.”

  Teague kicked another box, trying to get the image of Hudson smiling at that guy out of his head. The one who had stopped by a little while ago to chat it up. Teague had seen him come around before, all buddy-buddy with Hudson. They’d looked all cozy and shit, and for some insane reason, Teague had lost his shit watching the spectacle. It reminded him of the anger he’d felt for Hudson before he found out the hot guy who’d accompanied him on that stupid cruise had been Hudson’s brother.

  It would’ve been nice if someone would’ve just told him.

  His reactions were irrational, he’d be the first to admit that, and with each passing day, he seemed to be getting more and more incensed by everything Hudson did. For whatever reason, Teague couldn’t stop thinking about the giant asshole. The sad thing was, he could even pinpoint the exact moment when he’d taken a turn for the worse. It was the night of Cam and Gannon’s wedding, when he’d had too much to drink. Somehow, he’d managed to make it back to his cabin and passed out on his bed. The stupid alcohol had played cruel tricks on his brain, and he’d dreamed that Hudson had been the one to get him safely into his bed.

  Oh, and then there was the part where he and Hudson had kissed.

  Stupid dream.

  A whole goddamn month had passed since they’d returned from the cruise when Cam and Gannon had pledged their eternal love for one another—the same cruise Teague had been on when he’d had that crazy fucking dream. He should be over this shit by now, not allowing it to drive him stark raving mad.

  For the most part, everything had gotten back to normal, yet Teague couldn’t stop thinking about that damn dream. The reason he knew it was a dream was because he was directly opposed to kissing, yet there had been a few rare instances, but never had it been like that. Never had one man had the ability to steal his sanity with one simple kiss. Though, if he were being honest, the kiss from that dream hadn’t been simple by any means. It had been hot. Smoking hot. Turn-up-the-fucking-air-conditioner hot.

  Which meant it couldn’t possibly have happened and his subconscious was likely on crack.

  However, sometimes, when he caught Hudson looking at him—which, yes, the giant asshole did from time to time—Teague wondered if maybe it had been real. If at some point on that cruise he had crushed his mouth to Hudson’s and allowed the man to kiss him senseless.

  “No way did I kiss him.” Teague wasn’t that stupid. “I wouldn’t kiss that giant asshole if my dick depended on it.”

  Speaking of his dick.

  Teague adjusted himself, righting the freaking steel rod in his shorts so as not to scare half the lake with the boner he was sporting. All thanks to Hudson and those stupid memories of that stupid dream.

  “Giant asshole.”

  The sound of a wrench tapping against metal had Teague spinning around to find Hudson staring at him. Although Hudson was mute, he could hear, which meant he had probably listened to Teague’s tirade. Since he couldn’t take back the last few minutes, Teague decided to pretend they’d never happened.

  He was getting good at the pretending thing. He pretended he didn’t like Hudson. He pretended that he didn’t wish that dream had been real and he’d actually had the opportunity to kiss the guy. He pretended he didn’t want to feel the man’s body covering his in every possible way, owning him in a way no man had ever done before.

  Yes, sir, Hudson Ballard was a giant fucking asshole, and Teague couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was crazy fucked-up for sure.

  Since they had to work together, that magnified Teague’s problems tenfold. He spent most of the day alongside Hudson, helping out with the boat repairs, rubbing elbows with the guy while doing his best to ignore him. Since it was the middle of the summer, it seemed all they did was work on engines and fiberglass repairs, and Teague’s assistance was needed more than ever because of the workload. It wasn’t quite so bad in the fall and winter because most people stored their boats and didn’t require so much maintenance.

  Not the case right now.

  Which meant there wasn’t going to be any relief in sight.

  “What?” Teague snapped at Hudson, noticing the giant asshole was still watching him closely. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

  Yes, he sounded like a fucking twelve-year-old. So fucking what?

  Right now, he was too pissed to care. It bothered him that he had this reaction to Hudson, more so because he didn’t know why. They’d worked together for a long time now. In the beginning, Teague hadn’t had a problem, other than the mild attraction that was easy enough to ignore. As time went on and he’d gotten to know Hudson a little better, it was possible that he might’ve developed a tiny little crush. And it should’ve been fleeting, but for some reason, it had dug its claws into his brain and was hanging on for dear life.

  But he was strong enough to ignore it. Strong enough that he shouldn’t allow one man to get to him like this. There was no way he should be letting Hudson derail him from what needed to be done. Yet, for the past month, Teague’s frustration had only intensified.

  He needed to get laid. That’s what his problem was. It would be in his best interest to take his ass to the club tonight, find some guy—or two—he could pass the time with, get down and dirty for a little while, and then get back to the world of the living. That was how he’d handled it in the past.

  Until that fucking dream.

  Now, no matter how much he wanted to go out and tie one on, have a brief, one-night fling, Teague was having a damn hard time following through.

  All because of the giant asshole staring at him now.

  And that was what pissed Teague off the most.

  HUDSON WATCHED TEAGUE throw another fit, stomping around, kicking shit, and most of all, acting like a five-year-old who didn’t get his way—the very reason Hudson had started referring to him as a kid. At some point, the nickname had simply caught on.

  For the past few minutes, he’d caught glimpses of the kid as he passed by his office, muttering to himself. Like usual, Hudson had no idea what Teague was going on and on about, nor did he really care. With Teague, it usually had something to do with him since, for some inexplicable reason, Hudson managed to rub him the wrong way.

  The tantrums weren’t new, but they seemed to be intensifying as time went by. Rather than kick something once, Teague now did so repeatedly. However, he had stopped throwing wrenches, which was a good thing. They’d had to do a little extra repair on a couple of boats thanks to those fits.

  As for his creative commentary, Teague always had a way of expressing himself using mostly four-letter words, but now, it seemed he was getting more imaginative. And if Hudson had to guess, his new nickname was giant fucking asshole. He liked that one, actually. Better than Hudson the Prick, which had been what Teague called him for the entire month of June.

  The kid had been doing this nonstop ever since they had returned from the cruise, and for the life of him, Hudson didn’t know why. Well, other than the fact that Teague didn’t like him, but that was nothing new.

  Since the day Hudson had started working at Pier 70 Marina a little more than two years ag
o, he and Teague had been on the outs. His best assumption was that there was an undeniable attraction between them that both of them were denying—which, now that he thought about it, was a complete contradiction. Not to mention, it was a dumb-ass excuse for Teague to be such a dickhead.

  Hudson couldn’t speak for Teague, but he knew that he’d been pretending not to find the guy utterly fuckable, and based on the rage-filled grumblings, Teague was, too. That sort of inexplicable draw tended to make people a little irritable, sure. Especially when they were ignoring it.

  Fortunately, Hudson knew how to hide his emotions far better than Teague. He’d had more years of practice.

  One thing Hudson had noticed lately was that any time he had a visitor, Teague got more irritable. Whether it was when his brother, AJ, stopped by—which hadn’t been until recently—or one of his buddies whom he’d known most of his life ... seemed any time a man was there to see him, Teague’s frown deepened. Since his brother and his friends had taken to giving Hudson a hard time about the kid, he could only imagine how it looked. But in his defense, not one of the men who had visited him as of late was he romantically involved with. If Teague would act like a grown-up and ask, he would know that.

  As he’d done several times before, when it was clear Teague’s tantrum wasn’t going to end anytime in the near future, Hudson had picked up a wrench and tapped on the side of a metal can he kept on his toolbox for this very reason. Because he was mute—had been since birth—Hudson couldn’t announce his presence any other way. Well, unless he wanted to happen upon the kid and tap him on the shoulder, but that would likely get him sucker punched. Teague was nothing if not prone to violence.

  Realizing he was still staring at Teague, he turned away and headed back into the tiny boat repair office, allowing the kid some privacy to pull himself together. It would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if Teague would simply tell Hudson what his issue with him was, but that wasn’t the way Teague worked. The kid kept everything bottled up, and from what Hudson could tell, he let loose by having casual sex with the losers he encountered at the clubs he frequented.

  Although he’d been tempted to do a little investigating of his own, Hudson didn’t know this firsthand. He’d never followed Teague to one of these infamous clubs, had never seen him actually go home with a guy. Until recently, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity. But now that he and Teague lived across the hall from one another, each of them renting the apartments above the Pier 70 Marina office, Hudson wouldn’t be so lucky. He prayed he never had to encounter that because, honestly, he wasn’t sure how he would react.

  Yes, he fucking wanted that man. All five-foot-nine inches, with his steel-blue eyes, shaggy blond hair, and surfer-boy good looks. Teague definitely did it for him in many ways. He’d had plenty of fantasies about getting him on his knees, watching as he…

  Oh, hell, now he was going to be thinking about that shit.

  No, he never intended to act on his insane attraction to the kid.

  For one, Teague was almost ten years younger than he was. At thirty-five, Hudson was far too old to be interested in someone as emotionally immature as Teague. He could’ve said that Teague was immature in every way, but despite the tantrums and the foul language, Hudson got the impression Teague used that as his armor, shielding himself from ever getting close to someone. Why, Hudson didn’t know. And he never intended to pry in order to find out, either.

  Nope, they were all better off if Hudson focused his desires elsewhere.

  As he was sitting at his desk, feet propped up, tossing the wrench high in the air and catching it, Hudson heard Teague’s cell phone ring.

  “’Lo?”

  Hudson rolled his eyes.

  “Hell yeah, man. I’ll meet you at the club tonight. What time?” Teague’s tone was far more cheerful than two minutes ago, when he’d been cursing a blue streak.

  Hudson dropped his feet to the floor but kept his ass planted in his chair.

  Not your business.

  Not your business.

  Not your—

  “Cool.” Pause. “Yeah.” Pause. “Fuck yeah. I’m game.” Pause. “Threesome, baby. Haven’t done that in a while.” Pause. “Hey, I got a better idea. Why don’t y’all come over to my place.” Pause. “Yeah. Got my own digs now. Nice little apartment by the lake.” Teague chuckled. “You bring the condoms; I’ll get the beer.”

  Oh, fuck no.

  Every muscle in Hudson’s body tensed from the effort it took to stay seated. This wasn’t his business; he had no right to interfere, yet…

  There was no way in hell he was going to sit back, knowing that Teague and his gang-bang buddies were getting their freak on. Ever since that damn kiss they’d shared on the cruise ship, Hudson had been lucky Teague hadn’t brought any guys around. When he thought about some asshole putting his hands (or other various body parts) on Teague, he got pissed off. Insanely pissed off.

  And the mere thought of actually knowing it was happening right across the hall from him…

  Nope. No way.

  “Cool, man. See you tonight.”

  No, not cool. Not fucking cool at all.

  Sitting up straight, Hudson clenched the wrench in his hand until it was painful. He wasn’t sure he was capable of letting Teague go through with this.

  Actually, he was fucking positive he couldn’t.

  Shit.

  Two

  AT FIVE O’CLOCK, Teague cut out for the day. After cleaning up his tools, he headed up to his apartment, took a quick shower, then hopped in his truck and headed to the beer store. Ever since he’d talked to Jason—one of his past fuck-buddies—on the phone, he’d been trying to psych himself up for tonight, trying to get into the partying mood, but he was having a difficult time, which was doing little to help his attitude.

  Seriously, a month ago, he would’ve been all over going out and getting fucked by some stranger because it was how he’d learned to cope with all the shit in his life. No, perhaps it wasn’t the safe way to process his emotions, but he honestly didn’t give a flying fuck. He was safe, first and foremost. Hell, he should own stock in Trojan for how many condoms he’d bought over the years. In fact, he was regularly tested, because even though he couldn’t seem to stop his destructive behavior, he wasn’t a fucking idiot.

  And quite frankly, sex was the perfect outlet. It had a way of calming him down for a bit. Who didn’t enjoy a fucking orgasm or two? It was all in good fun. A few beers, a few laughs, a fantastic blow job… The perfect ending to a shitty week.

  If he could just relax, that was.

  Now, he needed to loosen up, take a breather, and chill. It was one night with two guys he’d known for a long time. They were safe and familiar, so why he was still debating whether he should call them back and cancel, he didn’t know.

  He forced his shoulders to relax, then took a deep breath. Once Jason and Benny got there, he doubted he’d have much of an issue getting in the spirit of things. After all, his dick was in desperate need of attention, and the one thing he’d learned over the years … sex was a surefire way to get your mind off shit for a little while.

  And sex with two guys… Yep. It increased the chances of him actually getting off, which was a definite plus. Teague damn sure didn’t mind being sandwiched between two hot men who wanted nothing more than to make him blow his load. It was a win-win situation.

  Tonight wouldn’t be an exception.

  When he got to the beer store, he grabbed a case, then snatched a bottle of whiskey for good measure. Being good and wasted was the way he wanted this night to end. Maybe by morning, he wouldn’t remember anything that happened.

  Shaking his head as he loaded the booze in the passenger seat of his truck, he ignored his subconscious, which had become a real pain in the ass lately. That little voice in his head that whispered what a bad idea this was could go fuck itself. Teague hadn’t been with a guy in … at least two months. No, wait. Make it three.

  Not that he would
admit that to anyone.

  And he needed to get laid. A hell of a lot more often than four times a year, that was for damn sure. At the rate he was going, that was about all he would get.

  Which was why he fully intended to change that tonight.

  When he pulled into the parking lot of the marina a little while later, Teague noticed they had already closed the office for the evening. There was only one other vehicle in the parking lot, and that was Hudson’s beefed-up, black Chevy truck. That meant Hudson was home. Probably. The guy didn’t go out much. Not that he’d seen in the couple of months since he’d moved into the apartment across from Hudson, anyway.

  Of course, Hudson could’ve gone out with one of the many guys who had been stopping by to visit lately. Teague didn’t know who they were or what they were to Hudson, nor did he care. He’d made a point not to get into Hudson’s business. The fact that Teague didn’t know much sign language helped to keep him in the dark, as well. The guys who did stop by to visit Hudson usually spoke ASL, rather than talking to Hudson, although everyone knew Hudson could hear. Not that it bothered him. He didn’t give a shit if they wanted to cut him out of the conversation. In fact, he preferred it. Because he wanted to remain oblivious, unlike Dare, Cam, and Roan, Teague hadn’t embraced the whole sign language thing.

  And he didn’t intend to.

  It took him two trips to get the beer up to his apartment. He shoved one of the twelve packs in the refrigerator, left the other on the floor beside it, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey before planting his ass on the couch.

  As he cracked open the bottle, he took a deep breath for what felt like the first time that day.

  This was where he could find a little solace.

  Ever since Roan had decided he needed to move in with his drug-addicted sister, the apartment Roan had been living in had been available. Since Teague had been living with friends—sleeping on couches or sometimes the floor, even in his truck from time to time—ever since he graduated from high school, he’d jumped on the opportunity when Cam had offered the place to him.