by Holly Renee
He grabbed our stuff and the two of us took off running toward the cabin. We took a look at each other when we finally made it to the shelter of the porch, and God, he was beautiful. His clothes were stuck to his skin and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His normally perfect hair was flat against his head with random pieces stuck to his face. His face was scruffier than normal, and the rain drops glistened against his skin that had become much tanner since we arrived in Tennessee.
Tucker chuckled, and I stopped checking him out long enough to look up at him. “Well, that didn’t go quite like I was planning.”
“And what exactly was your plan?” I wrapped my hands in the bottom of my T-shirt and wrung out the excess water.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”
I looked back up at him and saw his eyes skirt over my bare stomach before moving to my face. I didn’t respond to him immediately, and apparently, he wasn’t in the mood to wait.
“It’s taking everything inside me not to throw you up against the wall and fuck you. I want to trace every fucking inch of your skin with my tongue.”
Dear God.
My thighs clenched involuntarily and my chest heaved. I had never heard Tucker speak like that. But damn, I loved it. I loved everything that he said, and I prayed that he did all that and more.
“Then do it.” It was my voice that said the words, but I had never been so bold. I was typically the one who was timid when it came to sex. I rarely expressed my wants and needs.
I didn’t have much time to think about it though. My back hit the front door right before his mouth slammed down on mine. He gripped my hands in his and held them above my head. Both of our chests were heaving and my breasts pressed against him. The feeling of the cold fabric and his body against mine was causing goose bumps to break out across my skin.
I had never been so turned on in my entire life.
Tucker’s hands ran over my body leaving a trail of heat and lust behind.
His hand reached behind me, and I would have tumbled to the floor if his hands hadn’t been holding me when the door opened.
The cabin was dark inside, and I heard no sound of movement. I momentarily moved my mouth away from Tucker’s to look around. There was no one to be seen.
My ass hit the back of the couch, and I looked back up at Tucker. His hands toyed with the edge of my shirt, his rough fingertips a barely there caress against my skin. He slowly lifted my shirt over my head and threw it behind him. His eyes took in my breasts momentarily before he moved his mouth to the skin that was pouring out of my bra.
He licked and teased the sensitive skin, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he dipped his tongue below the lace fabric of my bra to taste my nipple.
I kicked my shoes off in a haze and began pulling his shirt off his body. The wet fabric clung to him and regardless of how hard I pulled, it seemed to get stuck. Tucker chuckled softly then pulled it the rest of the way off while my hands went to the button of his jeans. I had managed to pop the button and lower his zipper before he pulled my hands away.
He made quick work of my jeans, pulling them down my legs and leaving them in a puddle of fabric on the floor. His jeans hung low on his hips, the edge of his boxers resting against the muscles that disappeared below the fabric.
His hands went to my ass and he lifted me in the air. I didn’t expect it, but I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. It wasn’t until that moment that I started feeling self-conscious about my body. Tucker had this way of making me forget anything that was worrying me before, but when he had me practically naked and in his arms, my insecurities started to sneak their way back in.
He took off in the direction of the stairs with me in tote.
“I can walk, Tucker,” I murmured.
But he didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his lips to mine again. He caressed my tongue with his. He nipped at my lips before taking the sting away with a trace of his tongue. I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice that we had made it upstairs until he dropped me onto the bed and pressed his weight into me.
He leaned back and took a long perusal of my body. I could feel his eyes on me as if they were his hands. Each drag of his eyes burned my skin. When his eyes dilated and he took a deep shuddering breath, it was burned into my memory.
My hands were resting on my stomach, and he pushed them away slowly.
“You are so gorgeous.” His words were breathless, but they carried more weight than I could imagine.
He peppered slow, soft kisses against my collarbone before moving down my body. My head was pressed into the mattress and my eyes were clamped shut in pleasure. He was barely touching me, and already, I was coming apart.
I felt my bra snap open behind me moments before the cool air of the room hit my bare skin. It didn't last long though. His warm mouth latched on to my nipple and my back arched off the bed. Tucker took that opportunity to wrap his arm behind my back and hold my body closer to his mouth.
He took turns, showering each of my breasts with attention. By the time he trailed his mouth down to my belly button, I was a whimpering mess.
“Please, Tuck.”
“What do you need?”
What did I need? It wasn’t a question that I wanted to spend too much time thinking about, but somehow an answer still rolled off my lips.
“You.”
He swirled his tongue into my belly button before he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed. His warm breath touched my inner thighs and it set a fire in my veins. I was burning from the inside out. My body begging for more than he was giving me.
I jolted when his nose ran along the edge of my panties. His lips pressed against my center, and I knew that he was aware of how bad I wanted him.
His rough fingers ran over my hips before I felt my panties being slowly pulled down my legs. I held my breath waiting for his first touch, but when it didn’t come, I leaned up on my elbows to look down at him.
His brown eyes were staring up at me, and they were hungry. Dark and daring.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Then his mouth disappeared against my flesh, and I barely managed to hold myself up. His eyes stayed on mine as he licked, bit, and sucked on my skin. It was too much, too intimate, and too intense. I was falling apart at an embarrassingly fast pace.
“Please, Tucker.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he did. He grabbed my hips in his hands pulling me closer to his mouth, my arms buckled underneath me, and my control snapped as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
His hair was threaded through my fingers and I pulled it hard as I rode out my orgasm against his mouth. There was no shame. No hiding. I laid bare for him completely at his mercy.
I watched him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. My stomach tightening again just at the sight of his smirk outlined by his perfect dimples. He made his way back up my body, kissing every inch of skin that he passed. My toes dug into the sides of his jeans that were still covering his body, and I pushed them down his hips. He helped. Stopping his worshiping of my body long enough to kick both his jeans and boxers off his body.
Tucker’s mouth assaulted my neck as I took him in my hand and felt the smooth skin of his penis for the first time. He hissed through his teeth then sank them into the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck met.
I arched my hips off the bed and silently begged for more.
His cock rubbed against me, coating him in my wetness. Driving me insane with lust.
He leaned past me, reaching into the drawer on the bedside table. With a condom in his hand and determination on his face, he placed the condom between his teeth and ripped it open before rolling it down his length. I watched as his hand ran over himself, and I had to bite my lip to stop the small moan that was about to escape.
Tucker gripped my thighs in his hands, spreading them apart and lifting them near his sides. He stared down at my center before he leaned his body down and
placed a kiss on my stomach. My belly fluttered as anticipation coursed through my veins.
He scattered slow, lazy kisses up my body, paying special attention to my breasts and my neck before he made it to my mouth. His tongue teased mine as he teased me in the same rhythm with his length. When he finally pushed into me, I was writhing beneath him and begging him to give me more.
He slid into me slowly. Taking his time making sure that he didn’t hurt me. I pushed against him. My body begging for his touch. For more. For him.
I could see it the moment his control snapped. His brown eyes turned darker. His normally cool demeanor gone. His hands on my thighs tightened, digging into my skin. Digging into my resolve.
He bit down on my neck at the same time that he slammed his body into mine. The contrast from moments before was vast. No longer was he careful and calculated. He was a man controlled by lust. Animalistic. Savage.
My thighs were spread as far as they could go by his hands, and my body jolted up higher and higher in the bed with every thrust. His mouth was running over my body. A drag of his lips. A soft kiss. The bite of his teeth. The swipe of his tongue.
My back arched off the bed when his teeth sank into the sensitive skin covering my ribs. He took advantage of my position and flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. My hands were on his chest helping balance myself as I began to move, and his hands were on my ass, digging into my skin as he set the pace.
I couldn’t get enough. I needed to get closer to him. I needed more.
He knew exactly what I needed too. He sat up against the headboard, and one of the hands on my ass slowly crept up my body.
“Your body is fucking unreal,” he whispered close to my ear.
His words and the feel of the sweat on his chest made me breathe harder. My body had taken over, and any logical thoughts that I had were long gone.
His tongue traced the moisture of my own skin, driving me insane. Pushing me closer. My hands were on his shoulders using him as leverage as I worked myself up and down on him. Faster and faster. His hand wrapped in my hair, arching me back and giving him full access to my neck, while his other hand found my center and pushed me over the edge.
I came against him barely able to move, but his strong hands held onto my body as he thrust up into me and found his own release.
Neither one of us said a word, and we stayed like that for a long time. Our bodies pressed together, our hearts racing against one another, and me wondering what the hell just happened.
I didn’t know how to feel or how to act. When I opened my eyes, my body was wrapped in Tucker’s arm and in his scent. The spiciness of his cologne mixed with a smell that was pure Tucker. I was surrounded by him, drowning in everything he was, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to climb back out.
He stirred behind me and his arm around my waist tightened, pulling me closer into him. I tried not to breathe too hard because I wasn’t ready for him to know I was awake. I wasn’t ready for the spell we had been under last night to be broken.
I had never felt more alive than I did when I was with Tucker. It made me excited and scared at the same time. Scared wasn’t the right word. I was terrified. I had been hurt before. There was no doubt about that, but I had never cared about a man like I had Tucker. No one had ever had the power to hurt me like he did. He had the power to change everything.
The feeling of his nose running along the back of my neck caused me to take in a deep breath as he did the same, as if he was breathing me in.
“Good morning.” His voice was rough with sleep, and my thighs tightened at the sound.
“Morning.”
He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before he pulled me onto my back and looked down at me. I was sure that I looked a mess. My hair more than likely resembled a bird’s nest. I was completely naked except for my pair of panties that I managed to throw back on before Tucker threw me back on the bed and refused to let me put any other clothes on.
We were still covered in rainwater, dirt, and each other, but I felt beautiful.
When his eyes were on me, taking me in as if he was devouring me, it was hard to feel anything but beautiful. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to.
He pushed my hair out of my face before he pressed his lips to mine. With that one kiss, most of my anxiety left me. I didn’t know what this morning would hold for us. Would he pretend that it didn’t happen? Would he treat me like a one-night stand? I didn’t think I could handle either of those options.
But instead of letting that fear take over, Tucker caressed my body with his mouth and put my insecurities to rest. My body hummed as he worked his way down my body.
“Firecracker,” he murmured against my belly button.
“Hmm?” My head was pressing back into my pillow and my fingers ran through his hair.
“It’s noon.” His words could barely be made out as he didn’t remove his lips from my skin.
“Okay.” I didn’t give a damn what time it was.
“We’re supposed to be at my parents’ by one.” His tongue traced the edge of my panties and I shot up in bed.
Tucker’s grip tightened on my hips, and he held me in bed.
“What are you doing?” I pushed against his shoulders. “We have to get ready. I am not showing up at JoJo’s house looking like this.”
He smiled, one of those brilliant smiles of his that showed his dimples and made me melt. “You’re not getting up until you kiss me.”
“Tuck.” Even though his words softened me, I was still ready to panic. We were going to his parents’ for crying out loud.
“Kennedy, kiss me.”
I looked into his eyes, and I couldn’t resist him. I pressed my hand against his strong jaw and felt the stubble of his day-old beard against my hand. We were only a breath away from each other, but I could already taste him. I could taste his desire for me and mine for him. It was consuming me.
When our lips finally touched, I knew that I was completely screwed. There was no way that I would make it out of this unscathed, and there was no way we were making it to his parents’ on time.
When we finally scurried down the stairs, we had five minutes until we had to be at Tucker’s parents. Brooke, Liam, Jase, and Ryan were all sitting on the couch, and they looked like they had been sitting there waiting for us for a while.
“It’s about damn time.” Liam stood up from the couch as the others followed him.
“Shut up, Liam.” Tucker wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him.
“Well, you can be the ones to explain to JoJo that we are late because the two of you have been locked up in your room all night and morning.” A smirk formed on Liam’s handsome face.
“Don’t be a jerk because you didn’t get laid, Liam.” That statement might have pissed me off if it hadn’t just come out of my own mouth.
All the guys started laughing, and Brooke patted Liam on the stomach with a private smirk. It almost made me wonder if Liam did get laid. Obviously, Brooke and I needed some girl time to dish.
Tucker kissed the top of my head then led me out the door. “Let’s go, Firecracker.”
…
JoJo pulled me into a hug as soon as we walked in the door. It wasn’t just one of those polite hugs you give to someone when you see them. She pulled me into her and her arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight. It was the kind of hug I would assume a good mother would give. I hugged her back in the same way and held onto the moment with her.
“Really, JoJo. You just met her. Don’t you miss me at all?” I could hear Liam’s teasing behind me, and I turned my head to stick my tongue out at him like a child.
“Yes, dear.” She coddled him as she let me out of her hug but held onto my hands. “But I just love her to pieces.”
I smiled even bigger and made sure to look over at Liam’s pouting face, but my gaze stopped on Tucker and the way he was taking us in. I didn’t even know how to describe the look on his face. It wasn’t s
omething that I had ever seen before.
“My boy,” a deep, loud voice boomed into the living room.
Tucker smiled and walked around his friends to get to a man who looked just like him, just older.
“Hey, Dad.” The two men pulled each other into a hug and clapped each other’s backs.
Tucker’s dad had the same warm brown eyes of his son, or I guess Tucker had his, and they were filled with love and happiness. It was easy to see that this man was far different from the dad I grew up with, and he was genuinely happy to see his son.
“Well, how the hell are you?”
Tucker chuckled and looked over at me. “I’m doing good, Dad. Really good.”
He held his hand out to me, and I moved away from his mother and toward him.
“Dad, I would like you to meet Kennedy Hayes.”
“Hi, darlin’.” His accent was stronger than his son’s, but I loved it just the same.
“Hi. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Moore.” I stuck my hand out to shake his, but he used my hand to pull me into him instead and wrapped me in a hug.
“Sorry, darlin’. We’re a bit of a hugging family.”
I smiled up at him, way up, since he was a good foot taller than me, just like his son.
“JoJo has told me a lot about you. I believe she has a girl crush on you.”
I giggled and Tucker groaned.
“Really, Dad?”
“What? Is that not what you all call it?” He scratched at his clean-shaven face.
“No, Dad. Don’t ever say girl crush again.”
I smiled at Tucker’s embarrassment and reassured his father. “No worries, Mr. Moore. I knew what you meant.”
“Thanks, girl, and call me Dad or Arnie. Mr. Moore just sounds weird.”
“Okay, Arnie.”
We all moved into the dining room after Arnie and JoJo greeted and loved on everyone. Their house was beautiful and rustic. It reminded me of something you would see on the cover of a Martha Stewart magazine. Everything had its place, but the space was filled with love and family.
Almost every free surface was covered with pictures of Tucker and his sister. She had brown hair that matched her brother’s, but her eyes were a soft blue instead of the chocolate brown that the rest of her family seemed to have. Most of the photos were from when they were younger, but it was easy to see how gorgeous she was and how much she adored her older brother.
