by Holly Renee
“What about everyone else?” I asked with my arms crossed. There was no way that I wanted to get into that truck alone with him.
“They can catch a cab.”
“I’m not leaving Brooke.”
“Liam has her. She’ll be fine.”
“Tucker,” I groaned.
“Kennedy, you are about a minute away from getting fucked in the back seat of this truck. If you want the rest of them here to see it, then fine. I’ll go get them.” He waved his arm back toward the bar.
I wanted to be mad at the words he just said. I really did, but my body betrayed me and my thighs clenched together.
“That’s not happening.” My words weren’t convincing, even to me.
He crowded my space and pressed me up against the truck. “Is that why your breath just became faster and your nipples hardened? Because it’s not happening?”
I pulled my arms tighter over my chest and attempted to cover my breasts, but I only succeeded in putting them further on display.
“You’re an asshole.”
“We’ve known this, but you still like me.” He smirked. That damn smirk that I love so much with his stupid perfect dimples.
“So you think.”
His smirk dropped and he leaned in closer. “You’re telling me that you don’t want me to bend you over, hike up this fucking dress, and bury myself inside of you?”
I shivered and let out the tiniest moan. My traitorous damn body!
“That’s what I thought. Get in the truck.”
I stomped around him on shaky legs and climbed into the truck. My whole damn body was buzzing with anticipation, and although I was still pissed at him, I wanted him. Bad.
We drove in silence for the first few minutes, him watching the road and me looking out the window at basically nothing since it was pitch black outside.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever.”
“Watch me.” I crossed my arms.
My body jolted forward when he slammed on the brakes.
“What the hell are you doing?” He was pulling over onto the side of the abandoned road, and I momentarily looked down to make sure the doors were locked before he managed to get us mugged.
“I wasn’t trying to ignore you.” He scrubbed his hand down his face as if he was irritated.
“I don’t even care, Tucker.” I was trying so hard not to care. “Just take me home so I can go to bed.”
“Stop saying that you don’t care,” he growled before he unclicked my seat belt and dragged me across the cab of the truck. My resolve to stay mad was really difficult when my legs were straddling him.
The steering wheel dug into my back when I tried to put some much-needed space between us.
“Stop acting like you don’t.”
He groaned, his frustration with me clear. He stared into my eyes. It was so dark inside the cab of the truck that he was the only thing I could really make out.
“Tuck,” I breathed out his name. Ready to just go home. Ready to forget this night even happened.
But instead of letting me do that, he wrapped his hand in my hair and closed the space between us. When his lips touched mine, I was no longer mad at him, no longer ready to go home. I just wanted him. Nothing else mattered.
Our kiss was messy, rushed, and frantic. It wasn’t a kiss of want. It was need. Need to erase what had happened tonight. Need to be closer to each other.
He tugged on my hair, almost to the point of pain, and I arched back giving him full access to my neck. He kissed, licked, and bit, and I was a writhing mess on top of him.
My dress was riding high on my thighs, and I rubbed myself against him, aching for more.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my neck. His breath hot against my already overheated skin.
He gripped my dress in his hands and pulled it over my head leaving me in a pair of lace black panties and a matching strapless bra. My bra was jerked down, making quick work of the fabric that was hiding me from him.
His tongue ran over my skin then his mouth latched onto my nipple. The steering wheel was digging into the skin of my back, but I didn’t care. He could mark me, leave scars, and I would still want more. Need more.
I frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, my fingers slipping and struggling to get them undone. He pulled himself away from my breasts long enough to assist me, jerking both his button-up and his T-shirt over his head.
The moon light was shining through the window and shining straight on him. Every ridge of his abs visible. The sharp rise and fall of his chest mesmerizing.
The sound of his belt buckle being worked open caught my attention, and I sat up on my knees to give him room to free himself. He fumbled around in his pants for a condom, and I had to stop myself from laughing at the frustration on his face. All laughter was gone when he finally pulled it from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth. There was just something so damn hot about it. The determination in his eyes. His eagerness to get to me.
He slid the condom on, and I pulled my panties to the side and followed its path. His moan filled the truck as I settled fully onto him. I contracted around him, and his hands gripped my hips.
“You are so fucking wet,” he sounded breathless, and I loved it.
I began to move on him. The constricted space forcing us closer to each other. Skin dragging against skin as I lifted and dropped back down. The smell of his spicy cologne filled the space and drove my lust even further. I began working my hips in small circles, and he devoured my mouth, his tongue matching the speed of our bodies.
Sweat pebbled against my skin and made my body slick against his. Our breathing was hard, and I breathed in everything Tucker would give me. I swallowed his moans. I drank in his pleasure. I made it my own.
I could feel myself falling over the edge, just needing something, anything, and Tucker knew it too. He thrust up into me, taking away my control, and his thumbed grazed against my clit. His teeth clamped down around my nipple, and I was lost. I screamed out as my orgasm crashed into me. I thrashed against him, and he rode it out, coming with me. My name on his lips.
My body went slack against him. My face buried in his neck. His hand traced a path down my back, slick with sweat, causing goose bumps to break out on my skin. My body clenched around him, and he groaned low in my ear.
“Remind me to make you mad at me more often.” He chuckled, causing my body to softly bounce against his.
I couldn’t bring myself to lift my arms so instead, I bit down on his shoulder. His hand on my back coming to a sudden stop.
“Don’t be an ass.” I drug my nose against his neck breathing in his scent further.
He laughed softly again, but then seemed to sober up. “I’m sorry, you know. I didn’t mean for you to think I was ignoring you. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I didn’t want to introduce you as my girlfriend if you aren’t ready for that.”
I nodded my head against him because I knew I was overreacting.
“Are you ready for that?” His voice was vulnerable and they matched his words.
But instead of answering him, I screamed and clung closer to him.
“What the fuck?” He struggled to jerk up his pants as the flashlight shined in the window.
There was a series of loud, sharp raps on the window, and Tucker’s body stiffened below me.
I scurried back to my side of the truck and threw my dress over my head as Tucker managed to pull his pants up without buttoning or zipping them. He rolled down the window a few inches after he made sure I was covered, and I could barely make out the police officer that was standing outside the window with his flashlight shining in my eyes.
“Excuse me, folks.” His deep southern twang came through the window.
“Yes, sir.” Tucker rolled the window down fully.
“Tucker Moore?”
“Bobby Smith?”
“Hey, man. How the hell are you?” The cop clicked the flashlight off, and I was thanking God.
I smacked Tucker in his still naked chest and Officer Smith laughed.
“Man, what are you now? Twenty-eight years old? Haven’t you figured out how to take it to the house yet?”
“I know, but did you see her?” He hiked his thumb in my direction, and I shrunk into myself. “I couldn’t help it. She’s a little vixen.”
“Oh my God, Tucker.” I buried my face in my hands.
“Well, this is your warning, Moore,” he said with laughter. “Get her home.”
“Yes, sir.” Tucker saluted him and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“Bye, Tucker.”
“Bye, Bobby.”
Tucker turned to me when the window was finally rolled back up.
“I can’t believe you got us in trouble.” He buttoned his pants and started the truck.
“Me?” I pointed to myself incredulously. “You are the one who pulled the damn truck over and pulled me on top of you.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who wore that damn dress,” he waved his hand in the direction of the fabric that was barely covering any of my skin, “and then you went and flirted with some asshole I went to high school with.”
He pulled out onto the road and into the direction of the cabin.
“First of all, I didn’t flirt with him. Secondly, that doesn’t make me responsible for us getting in trouble with the cops.”
“Yes. It does,” he grumbled. “You made me fucking jealous, and I needed you.”
I smiled a small smile and looked out the window. I shouldn’t have been happy about his jealousy, but I was. I loved knowing that he needed me because the only thing I was sure about was the fact that I desperately needed him.
The next morning, I woke up with a headache but still managed to have a smile on my face. Once we finally made it home, Tucker and I took advantage of having the cabin alone, and we tainted every surface we could. By the time I fell into bed, I was sore, exhausted, and deliriously happy.
We were packing everything up to leave which meant I didn’t get to lie in bed and get lost in Tucker like I wanted to. Instead, I was helping Brooke cram all her stuff back into her bags.
“How did you manage to get all of this in here to start with?” I laid on top of the bag while she attempted to zip it.
“Very carefully,” she huffed out.
“Do you all need help?”
I turned to the sound of Tucker’s voice in the doorway and smiled up at him.
“I think we may be able to handle the zipping, but we could use some help carrying them down.”
He looked me over from top to bottom; taking in my short shorts and my tank top. His gaze was slow, calculated, heated.
“I don’t know how you expect me to get anything done when you’re lying there dressed like that.”
I smirked. “I could think of a few things you could do.”
“Really, guys? I’m still here,” Brooke said, looking up from the zipper she was focusing on. I had almost forgotten she was there.
Tucker chuckled, and I watched the way his dimple popped out.
“I actually thought you guys would be cute once you got together, but you’re actually pretty nauseating.”
“Whatever.” I shoved her arm causing her to fall on her ass.
I got up from her bag and grabbed mine. I wasn’t looking forward to heading home. Not in the least. A series of thoughts kept running through my head. Spiking my anxiety.
Would things change once we got home? Would it go back to the way it was?
To top it off, I knew that I had dinner with my family the next day then I would be shooting the staff of Rock Bottom the day after.
A nervous wreck was an understatement.
I was losing my damn mind.
We said our goodbyes to Jase and Ryan, and I could tell that the guys would really miss them. They joked and harassed each other, but they were lifelong friends, and they knew what they meant to each other without having to get sappy.
“It’s such a shame,” Jase said as he wrapped me in a hug.
“What is?”
“You and Tucker. We really would have been great together.” He winked at me, and I giggled.
“Okay, asshole. Hands off.” Tucker was smiling though. He knew his friend was only joking, but there was a hint of threat in his tone.
By the time we finally hit the road, I felt like I was coming out of my skin. It was as if that perfect bubble that I had been living in the last few days had finally burst, and I was left scattered trying to figure out which way was up and which way was down.
I plugged my headphones into my ears and rested my head against my seat. I needed to get out of my own head. I was my own worst enemy.
Nothing had changed. Tucker was still being amazing, and he had given me no reason to believe that he wouldn’t stay that way.
The music ran through me and helped calm me somewhat. I opened my eyes when I felt someone watching me and looked in front of me. Tucker was driving, and I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
I smiled at him, but it obviously wasn’t believable. He tilted his head to the side and studied me momentarily before turning his attention back to the road. When we stopped for gas, he pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head.
“You okay?”
I looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
“Yeah. I’m just tired.”
“You sure?” He didn’t look like he believed me, and it unnerved me that he could already read me so well.
“Positive.”
He didn’t push me any further, and when we got back into the car, I managed to fall asleep. I didn’t wake up until I felt Tucker lift me out of the car. It was dark outside, and although I had probably just slept four hours, I was exhausted.
“Hey there, sleepy head.” He kissed my forehead and my heart fluttered.
“Hey.” I scrubbed my eyes as he sat me down on my feet.
“I ordered us some pizza for dinner. It should be here soon.”
“Okay.” I walked up the stairs like a zombie with Tucker trailing behind me carrying our bags.
When I got to my door, he stopped with me and didn’t even glance toward his. He just waited patiently for me to unlock my door then dropped his bag inside the door before carrying mine to the room.
“I think I’m going to take a shower before the food gets here,” I said as I kicked my shoes off.
“Okay.” He laid down on my bed, and I knew he was tired from the long drive.
I stepped into the spray of the hot shower, and instantly my muscles began to relax. Letting my head fall back, I let the water fall over my face and wash away my tension. I focused on letting my anxiety wash down the drain, but it shot up again when the shower curtain moved open.
Covering myself with my hands, I said, “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower.” Tucker was completely bare as he stepped into the shower with me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
I started to step out of the spray so he could get in, but he boxed me in instead, holding me close to his body and putting us both in the water.
His strong hands ran over my hair, each strand getting soaked by the water. He worked his way down my body, rubbing my arms, softly caressing my belly.
“Thank you for taking me to Tennessee.” My voice was quiet, his hands almost putting me in a coma.
“You’re welcome. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
I sighed, and he gripped my chin in his hand tilting it up to face him. His lips touched mine. Soft. Tender. Loving.
“I need you, babe.” His words played across my lips and all I could do was nod in agreement.
He turned me away from him, my back pressed to his front, and he ran his hands down my body. His skin scorched mine in their barely there touch.
“Tucker,” I moaned.
His lips pressed
to my neck as his hands moved to my breast. I could feel his hardness digging into my back and my arousal pooling between my thighs.
He didn’t waste time either. One hand remained on my breast, touching, teasing, and torturing my nipple, while the other hand moved down my stomach to my center. His fingers moved in slow, lazy circles over my clit, and I felt breathless by the time he bent me over and moved my hands to the shower wall.
His fingers ran down my back tracing the rivets of water that ran down my skin. Using his foot, he pushed my legs apart until they couldn’t go any further, and his hands on my hips arched me back leaving me completely exposed to him. Ready for anything he was willing to give me.
When he pressed into me, I momentarily realized that he didn’t have a condom on, but the feel of him was too intense, too good, to make him stop. He stopped for a moment when he was fully seated inside me, and I squirmed, my body begging him to move. With the next thrust, I got my wish.
He pulled out of me slowly then rammed back into me with so much power that I was barely able to hold myself up on the slippery tile wall.
“Oh, fuck.” The words slipped out of my mouth.
He growled as he did it again, but this time I was better prepared for it and braced myself for the impact. My body contracted around him with every thrust. Our moans and the slap of our skin were the only sounds that could be heard.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of his voice to see him staring down at where we were connected.
I pushed back into him with his next thrust, and he clamped his eyes shut. When they opened again, they were almost black. Dark. Hungry. Lethal.
He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing my back to arch almost to the point of pain. His other hand dug into my hip. His fingers pressed into my skin, branding me.
My legs shook as he pounded into me. My breath ragged. My heart raced.
Tucker slammed into me forcing my body forward. My hands slipped and I barely managed to catch myself as my orgasm ripped through me, but Tucker held my body close to him as he milked his own pleasure from my body.
After our breathing returned to normal, Tucker helped me stand, still holding me close, providing me strength through my weakness. He peppered gentle kisses over my face before pouring shampoo into his hand.
