Already Gone

by Kristen Proby

“Fast,” she replies, arousal thick in her voice.

  I flatten my hand on her stomach and smooth it upward between her breasts. I unclip the front clasp of her bra and watch it fall from her body. The rush of cool air causes her nipples to pucker even tighter under my stare. Her head drops forward. She watches me stroke her breasts softly.

  “This isn’t fast.” Her breath hitches on the last word when I pinch the tight peak between my thumb and forefinger. “Oh, God. Please, Tucker, hurry. I just want you inside of me.”

  Fuck. Those words from her mouth would bring any man to his knees.

  “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

  Her eyes stay locked on mine as she positions herself in the center of my mattress, not shy in the least. Scarlett’s breasts are perfectly round—not too big, not too small, with dusky nipples that beg for my mouth. There’s a softness to her stomach that has me aching to feel her body beneath mine. Slowly, she spreads her legs, and my eyes are drawn to the damp material between them.

  “You’re soaked.”

  “That’s what you do to me. All I can think about is having you inside of me. It’s making me crazy.”

  I unbutton my shirt and toss it on the floor, and then I reach back and pull my undershirt over my head. Her eyes drop to my zipper, her lips parting as I pull my jeans and boxers off and kick them aside.

  My erection bobs heavily in front of me. She smirks and teases one of her breasts with her fingers before dipping lower. She hooks her thumbs in the sides of her panties and inches them down her thighs before wiggling out of them.

  This woman is going to be the death of me.

  With a knee on the mattress, I inch toward her. I slide my body down to the bed, push her thighs open, and bury my face between her legs. Scarlett bucks her hips, pressing her core against my face.

  “Oh, fuck,” she hisses, dropping her head against the pillow.

  “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I encourage, pushing a finger inside of her. “I want you to watch me when my mouth is on you.”

  Her hooded eyes find mine. She pushes up on her elbows and looks down at me cradled between her legs.

  “That’s it, baby.” I pump my fingers several times before pulling them out and rubbing a tight circle around her clit. She grinds against my hand, undoubtedly searching for more. With a thumb pressed to her clit, I slide two fingers deep inside her body. “Tell me how it feels, Scarlett. Tell me what you want.”

  Her eyes widen. Judging by the look on her face, no man has ever pushed her like this in the bedroom.

  “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want your mouth on me. Suck my cli—” Her words morph into a moan when I do exactly what she asks. I keep my fingers inside of her, stroking until the spot I was looking for begins to swell.

  I thrust my hips against the bed, searching for any amount of friction as her body comes to life beneath my touch. In a matter of seconds, she explodes. Her thighs clench tightly around my head, her body shuddering as she cries out.

  My name falls from her lips in a mangled, drawn-out sigh. When her clit stops pulsing, I ease my hand from her body, situate myself higher up on the bed, and pull her into my arms. I hold her to me, stroking a hand over her hair and down her back as her breathing slows. Eventually, she looks up at me and smiles.

  “You’re really good at that.”

  “It’s you. I’m good at that because it’s you.” I run a thumb along her lower lip, and she nips playfully at it. “Watching you fall apart was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

  “I bet I can top that.” Scarlett swings a leg over my hips and straddles me. Her hair falls forward, wrapping us in our own little cocoon as she leans forward and kisses me.

  Warm, soft lips travel down my neck and over my pec, and when she kisses my stomach, the soft, gentle touch causes my abs to ripple.

  “Baby, I don’t think I can handle that right now,” I say, hooking my hands under her arms so I can drag her back up my body.

  “I’ve never really enjoyed going down on a man, but with you, I want to,” she pouts.

  I nip at her bottom lip. “And I’ll let you later. But right now, I’m going to fuck you so hard, sink so deep inside of you, that you’ll have a permanent ache between your legs.”

  Scarlett squeals when I wrap an arm around her back and flip us over so that I’m hovering above her. She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock as I lean down to kiss her. I love the taste of her, the feel of her body beneath mine. I’ll never get this woman out of my system.

  “I’m on the pill,” she says breathlessly while guiding me to her entrance. “I can’t wait.”

  Our lips collide, biting, licking, nipping. One thrust of my hips and I’m seated inside of her, deeper than I ever thought possible.

  Scarlett cries out in pleasure, her nails scoring my back. Everything about her overwhelms me. Every breath, every kiss, every touch, she’s all-consuming, and I press my hips to hers and hold them there while I try to regain some sort of composure.

  She lifts her hips, trying to get me to move, but I still her with a hand to her waist. “Wait,” I say hoarsely. “Give me a minute. I’ve wanted this for so long, thought about it so much, and you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

  Her muscles clamp around my cock, and I shake my head. “Do that again, and I won’t last.”

  She does it again and laughs when I nip the spot beneath her ear.

  “That’s what I’m going for. You’re so thick inside of me, stretching me, and I want to feel more of you.”

  My control snaps. I slide a hand up her thigh, hook her leg around my back, and thrust into her again. Her lids flutter closed, but she quickly opens her eyes as though she knows it’s something I’ll demand of her.

  Good girl.

  Scarlett holds on tight, her nails scratching my back, biting into my ass as I pound into her over and over, pushing her further and further into the mattress. The sounds of our labored breathing and flesh meeting fills the air, pushing me toward the proverbial edge.

  I push a hand between our sweaty bodies, press my thumb to her clit, and rub. Two tight circles and she flies apart. The strangled moan and look of pleasure on her face pushes me over the edge. Electricity races down my spine, settling between my legs. My muscles strain and flex as I let out a guttural moan. Our bodies spasm and shudder as I collapse against her.

  I press my lips to the base of her neck and breathe her in. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about being here with you like this?”

  She shakes her head and cups my face. There’s an unexpected tremble to her hands.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Better than okay.”

  “You’re shaking.”

  “Adrenaline. Emotion. You.”

  “All good things,” I say, brushing my lips across hers.

  “All great things.” She smiles softly. “Please tell me we’re going to do that again.”

  “Give me two minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two,” I say, my dick already twitching inside of her.

  “Can we make it three? I need to use the restroom.”

  I roll off of her, and she jumps from the bed. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask.

  “A water would be great.”

  I smack her bare ass, and she giggles as she disappears into the bathroom. I saunter into the kitchen, grab a bottle of water, twist off the top, and chug half of it. I grab another bottle, and by the time I make it back to the bedroom, Scarlett is sprawled out in all of her naked glory.

  Her eyes drop to my cock, which grows impossibly hard beneath her heated stare.

  “Tucker?”

  “Yeah.”

  She spreads her legs and slips a finger between her wet folds. “I’m not so thirsty anymore.”

  “Thank fuck.” I drop the bottles and climb onto the bed.

  “Oh, no,” she says, pushing me onto my back so she can straddle me. �
�This time, I’m on top.”

  I fold my arms behind my head and smile up at her. “Do your worst.”

  Scarlett edges herself along my cock, driving me out of my mind— There’s a loud knock on the front door.

  “Scarlett, it’s me, Phillip,” a guy yells.

  Scarlett’s eyes grow round. “Is that Phillip McCormick?” she whispers, referring to one of her dad’s friends.

  I nod and slide my hand along her waist before cupping her breast because I can’t resist her when she’s sitting on me, naked.

  “I know you’re in there because we saw you guys run in the house a while ago,” he yells loud enough for us to hear him down the hall.

  Scarlett laughs and drops her head to my shoulder.

  “Anyway, just wanted to let you know that we’re leaving, and your dad is going to bed. He said to tell you to take your time. No rush. He also said that he hopes you had fun but wants me to remind you to be safe. Okay, well, I hope you heard me. I’m gonna go now.”

  I laugh.

  Scarlett groans. “Kill me now.”

  “I can fuck you now.”

  “That’ll work.”

  12

  ~Scarlett~

  How in the ever-loving hell am I supposed to get back in the sexy-time mood after my dad’s bestie just yelled at us through the damn door?

  “Maybe I should head home,” I say, biting my lip and staring down at the sexiest man I’ve seen in, well…ever.

  “If Rick’s in bed, you don’t have to hurry.” Tucker’s hand roams from my hip and up over my ribs to my breast. He lazily plucks at the already hard nipple, and I close my eyes with a soft sigh. “We haven’t gotten to the whole slow portion of this program.”

  “We wouldn’t want to skip that.”

  He grins and sits up, wrapping his arms around me. “No, we definitely can’t skip it.”

  He palms my ass and lifts me gently until the head of his cock finds my throbbing pussy. I slowly sink over him, taking him as deeply as I can.

  “You’re amazing,” he whispers against my lips. “So much better than any fantasy. You take my breath away.”

  I bury my fingers in his hair and kiss him softly, gently circling my hips. The friction is slight but no less incredible than what we did just minutes ago. When the tension builds, I drop my head back, and Tucker’s mouth finds my neck, kissing and licking, sending even more electricity through every damn nerve ending on my body.

  “I can’t,” I whisper. “It’s too much.”

  “Never.” His voice is like sandpaper, rough and sexy as hell. He nips at my collarbone, and I bear down, ripples already pulsing through my core. “Jesus, Scar, yes. Fuck, yes.”

  My body is all raw sensation as I succumb to the orgasm that moves through me like a freaking freight train. Tucker pushes up, hard, and growls with his own release.

  We’re a sweaty, panting heap, staring into each other’s eyes as the world comes back into focus around us. He cups my cheek and kisses me, softly at first, and then with more urgency as if he’s afraid I’m going to disappear and he’s memorizing me completely.

  Which is ridiculous because now that I’ve found this, not to mention him, I plan to do this as often as possible for however long we can.

  “Are you okay?” he asks as he pulls away.

  “I am bold enough to say I don’t know if I’ve ever been better,” I reply with a grin and brush his hair off his forehead.

  “That’s a lofty statement coming from a woman with a shelf full of Grammys.”

  I laugh as he gently rolls us to our sides, facing each other on the bed.

  “Exactly. I’m that good. How about you?”

  “I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He sighs and drags his fingertips down my arm. The man can’t stop touching me, and I’m not complaining.

  “You say some pretty sweet things.”

  “I don’t say anything I don’t mean.” He kisses my forehead and sighs.

  “As much as I’d like to stay here all night—”

  “You have to get home to your dad.” He nods. “I know.”

  We reluctantly roll out of bed, and I pull my dress over my head, step into my panties, and slide my feet into my sandals.

  Tucker just pulls on an old pair of sweats that hang low on his hips, barely covering the good stuff.

  “You expect me to leave when you look like that?”

  He laughs, tugging me to him for a long kiss. “Trust me, I’d rather keep you here. But you’d better go check on Rick.”

  “I’m sure he’s sleeping.” I yawn. “And you’ve worn me out, too.”

  “Good.” He leads me to the front door and out onto the porch. “I’ll stand here and make sure you get home okay.”

  “It’s almost one in the morning in New Hope, South Carolina,” I remind him, speaking low. I don’t want to wake the neighbors. “What could happen to me in the span of roughly thirty feet?”

  He simply leans on the railing and crosses his arms over his bare chest, watching me with a happy grin.

  “Fine.” I shrug and saunter across the grass, sashaying my hips back and forth for his benefit. When I reach the top of the steps of Dad’s porch, I turn back and blow him a kiss.

  He catches the imaginary kiss with his hand and presses it to his heart. And just like that, I feel myself go all gooey inside.

  Is it possible that I’m falling in love with Tucker Andrews?

  I open the front door and walk inside. Dad left the kitchen light on for me, and I walk that way, ready for a bottle of water, but when I step inside, I gasp.

  “Daddy!”

  “I had a bit of a fall,” my father says. He’s sitting on the floor, his back against the lower cabinets. “I couldn’t get back up, but don’t worry, I called Lexi.”

  “Oh my God, Dad.” I squat next to him, looking him over. He’s in his pajamas and is missing one of his slippers.

  “I tripped on this damn mat.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “You were with Tucker. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

  “I’m calling the paramedics.”

  “Just help me up, Scarlett. I’ll be fine.”

  “Do you hurt anywhere?”

  “My wrist is a bit sore where I caught myself,” he admits. “But I’m fine. It’s just my pride that’s a bit bruised, that’s all.”

  “No, I’m absolutely calling the paramedics.”

  Jesus, my heart is hammering so hard in my chest, it’s a wonder Tucker can’t hear it. I reach for my phone and call 911. Once the call is made, and the ambulance is on the way, I sit on the floor with Dad and hold his hand.

  “I don’t want to move you in case you’ve injured something.”

  “Scarlett, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “But you are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. You’re causing a fuss for nothing.”

  “No, I’m not,” I insist. The next ten minutes are a blur as the ambulance arrives, and four men come rushing inside with a gurney and all kinds of equipment.

  Most of them know my father, and they chat with him, keeping him at ease as they check him out.

  “How long have you had this bruise on your knee?” One of them asks my father, making him frown.

  “Oh, I must have gotten that when I fell.”

  “We’re going to take you to the emergency room, just to have your wrist and knee looked at,” the paramedic named Jimmy says. “I know that’s not how you planned to spend your Friday night, but it’s really for the best, Mr. Rick.”

  “Thank you,” I say before Dad can complain. I follow them out of the house, just as Lexi is hurrying out of her car and rushing up to meet us. “Lexi, I was just about to call—”

  “What the hell is going on?” she demands, her face white as she approaches Dad on the gurney. “Dad, are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” he assures her. “I had a little fall, and Scarlett is just being cautious by callin
g in the troops.”

  “What did you do?” Lexi rounds on me, pushing her face to mine. “You have one job, Scar. Watch Dad, make sure he’s safe and well taken care of.”

  “He had poker night, and I went out with Tucker—”

  “This is so you,” Lexi interrupts with a humorless laugh. “You let someone else take care of your responsibilities while you go off whoring with him.”

  She points behind me, and I turn, surprised to see Tucker walking up behind me.

  “Watch yourself, Alexis,” Tucker says, his voice and eyes hard.

  “It’s true,” she insists.

  “They’re loading him,” I say, pulling out of Tucker’s grasp as he takes my hand in his. “I’m going with him.”

  “The hell you are,” Lexi says, but I’m already climbing into the ambulance, and the doors are shut before Lexi can say anything more or try to join us. I take Dad’s uninjured hand in mine and watch out the back window as Tucker and my sister fade from view.

  “She’s just upset,” Dad says. “She’ll cool off.”

  I smile down at him because I don’t want to upset him, but when it comes down to it, Lexi isn’t wrong. It is my job to take care of our father, and instead, I spent the evening with Tucker. I even stayed after I knew that Dad was home alone, and that’s on me.

  This is all my fault.

  I need to refocus and remember what’s most important: my father, not my libido.

  “Hey, Dad, are you and Gretchen okay?”

  “We’re fine, honey,” Gretchen says, waving me off. She’s Dad’s in-home physical therapist. “Rick’s all mine for another ninety minutes.”

  “I’ll be back well before then,” I assure them both before walking out the back door. I saw Tucker in his garage a little while ago, and I figure now’s a good time to go talk with him.

  Not that there’s ever a good time to have this conversation, but Dad’s with Gretchen, and I don’t think Chloe’s home from her friend’s house yet.

  Last night was simply relentless. That’s the only word I have for it. My emotions were all over the place. I had the best sex of my life with a man I respect and like, who I trust wants to be with me for all the right reasons and not just because I’m Scarlett Kincaid, international superstar.