Only His fg-3

by Susan Mallery

  Now she quickly took in the leather sofas, the carved tables. The room was elegant. More GQ than bachelor pad. The artwork looked original and expensive. There was a metal sculpture in the corner, and she had a feeling it had been done by Cat.

  In fact, the whole apartment screamed Cat’s name. Not just in the pale gray walls or the textured drapes, but in the stack of books in French and Italian. The London Times resting on the coffee table.

  Jealousy twisted Nevada’s stomach. Had the other woman lived here? She didn’t want to believe it was true, but couldn’t ignore the evidence. If Cat wasn’t here permanently, she had spent enough time to leave her mark.

  “I can’t do this,” Tucker muttered.

  Nevada crossed to the sofa and sat next to him.

  “I can’t live without her.” He turned to stare at Nevada, his eyes bloodshot. “She’s my world. Without her…” Pain tightened his features. “I never want to feel this way again. Love blows. But I couldn’t help myself, you know? Not with her.”

  “It’s okay,” she told him, tentatively touching his shoulder. “I know it hurts now, but you’ll find someone else.”

  “No. Never. There’s only her.”

  His pain ripped at Nevada, leaving her desperately wanting to fix him. She ignored her own ache, hearing the man she loved declare his feelings for someone else.

  “There isn’t.” She put her hand on his face and turned him toward her. “There isn’t just her.” She drew in a breath, dug deep for courage and blurted, “There’s me.”

  His brows drew together in confusion.

  “I love you,” she said quickly, before she lost her nerve. “I have for a long time. Cat doesn’t care about you. She can’t care about anyone. But I do care, Tucker. So much.”

  She kissed him, her mouth bumping his awkwardly.

  He didn’t respond. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t kiss her back. Instead he sat there, immobile. She ignored the humiliation, the voice screaming at her to run while she still had some pride left.

  “Tucker, please,” she whispered against his lips, then grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.

  She’d never done anything like that before in her life. Part of it was that she’d never had sex before. While she’d dated in high school, the farthest she’d ever gone had been a boy lightly stroking her breast over clothes.

  But this was different. This was Tucker and he was her world. As much as he thought he loved Cat, Nevada knew she loved him more. Her love was great, bigger and stronger. It would survive anything.

  Suddenly he started kissing her back. His hand closed over her breast, squeezing so hard it hurt. His tongue pushed into her mouth as he shoved up her shirt and fumbled with her bra.

  He never got it unfastened. Instead he pulled her breast out of the cup and rubbed the nipple.

  Everything was so strange, she thought, trying to figure out what to pay attention to. He tasted and smelled of Scotch, which wasn’t exactly what she was used to. And while the hand on her breast no longer hurt, she didn’t have time to decide if she enjoyed it or not. Because just when she thought she might have felt a tingle, he was grabbing her around the waist and sliding her down on the sofa. His hands moved between them.

  She felt fingers on her belly, then her jeans and panties were being lowered. He pushed one pant leg off, taking her sandal with it, but left the other on.

  It was everything she wanted and it was happening too fast. A voice in her head whispered she hadn’t imagined it like this. Not on a sofa with him drunk and her…

  “Tucker, I…”

  Even as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say, he shifted back on the sofa and bent between her legs, pressing his mouth against her intimately. Before she could figure out what was happening, he was kissing her down there!

  She’d read about it, had heard friends talk about it, but nothing had prepared her for the deep, slow kiss. His lips were so soft and, when he moved his tongue like that, back and forth, she thought she was going to die.

  It was perfect, she thought, sinking back on the sofa and giving herself up to an unfamiliar tingling surging through her. Better than perfect. This had to prove that Tucker cared about her. He couldn’t do this to her if he didn’t love her.

  He licked her over and over, making her squirm. She felt tense and aware, not sure what was supposed to happen next. Something beckoned and she knew she wanted more. She parted her legs as much as she could and did her best to hold in her whimpers of pleasure.

  He straightened and looked into her eyes. “I want you,” he breathed. “Do you want me, too?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, “more than anything.”

  She felt a rush of longing, of need, and drew him close. He moved toward her, positioning himself between her legs.

  His first thrust took her by surprise. She went from arousal to uncomfortable in a second and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

  He continued moving in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Nevada had just started to feel the first tendrils of pleasure again when he cried out, “It’s always been you, Cat. Only you. God, yes. Just like that.”

  She was too stunned, too broken to say anything back.

  He didn’t even know who she was.

  That thought tumbled over and over in her mind, cutting her with each repetition. She lay still as he pushed into her a couple more times, then stilled with a groan.

  When he was done, he pulled out. She gritted her teeth against the unfamiliar sensation. He shifted away and stood, then fastened his jeans. She lay there a second, waiting for him to realize what had happened. Despite everything, she wanted him to make it okay.

  He gave her a lopsided smile. “Be right back,” he promised, then walked toward the bathroom.

  Nevada lay there, one pant leg on, one off, tears beginning to leak into her hair. Finally she got up and dressed.

  All her hopes and dreams and love crashed in around her and she sat back down on the sofa, sobbing into her hands. Everything she’d imagined was gone — broken by reality. Tucker didn’t care about her in a romantic way. He never had. He was in love with Cat. To him, she was nothing more than his friend’s little sister. She’d misread kindness as affection and had built a fantasy out of nothing more substantial than sand.

  Still fighting tears, she got up and went back to her dorm. After spending an hour in the shower, she still felt awful. Worse, she felt stupid. She’d been a fool and she had no one else to blame.

  She’d spent a long night lying awake, wallowing in self-pity, wondering how long it was going to take until she would get over her first love.

  The next morning, she’d gone to class just as if nothing had happened. She’d talked to her friends, had fake-laughed at all the right places, had acted as if she was fine.

  It hadn’t helped.

  Two days later, Cat had called.

  “Was it wonderful?” the other woman asked. “What?”

  “Your night with Tucker. You were in love with him so I wanted you to have him.”

  Nevada pressed her fingers against her temple. “I don’t understand. You said you broke up with him.”

  “That’s what I told him, too. He wouldn’t have slept with you otherwise. It was my gift to you, Nevada. We’re friends. That’s what friends do.”

  Everything about that night returned to her. How drunk he’d been, how he hadn’t even known it was her. At least, not at the end.

  “Does he even remember what happened?” she asked, hating herself for wanting to know.

  “Bits and pieces.” Cat laughed. “He was pretty hungover when I talked to him. He confessed all, expecting me to be angry. I wasn’t, of course. Having you with him was my idea. And now he’s grateful I’m taking him back.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes. I told you. I gave you your night with him. So, tell me everything. Was it wonderful?”

  Nevada shook her head and returned to the present. To the living room
she’d remodeled and decorated herself. To the life she’d made.

  Ten years ago she’d hung up on Cat and had never spoken to her again. Never spoken to Tucker, either. She’d managed to move on with her life, to heal. But she’d never forgotten that night. The humiliation of it. She would have told anyone who asked that she was over Tucker Janack. Now she had the chance to prove to herself that she wasn’t lying.

  DENISE HENDRIX SAT in the family room, the morning paper spread out on the coffee table in front of her, knowing she was flirting with disaster. At her age, skipping her yoga class wasn’t something she could afford to do. She was at risk of getting creaky or worse, and there were all those scary commercials about bone loss and hip replacements.

  But the thought of spending an hour trying to perfect downward dog wasn’t appealing. Nor were any of her usual activities. She felt restless and on edge. It was like being a kid and knowing Christmas was only a few days away. Anticipation made focusing on anything impossible. The difference now was she didn’t know what she was waiting for.

  Her children were all happy and successful. Her friends were healthy, her investments sound. She’d had the furnace checked for the winter, the gutters cleaned and there was plenty of food in the refrigerator. So, what was she waiting for? She needed to get on with her life.

  The doorbell rang, saving her from further introspection. While she was excellent at understanding everyone else’s lives, she’d never been very good at ruminating over her own. She preferred to be going and doing. A good thing, considering she’d raised six children.

  She walked through the living room, toward the front door, and pulled it open. Only to find herself staring at a man she hadn’t spoken to in more than thirty-five years.

  To the day, she thought, realizing the source of the restlessness. This was the anniversary of the last time she’d seen Max.

  Max Thurman had been her first love, her first lover, her first everything. She’d thought she would love him forever, until she’d met Ralph Hendrix. The two men couldn’t have been more different. Max had always been wild. He rode a motorcycle, was a troublemaker. Ralph had been responsible, with plans to go into his father’s business.

  She’d impulsively accepted a date with Ralph during one of her frequent fights with Max. She’d expected to be bored but had instead been charmed.

  Max had left town a few weeks later. No one had known where he’d gone. About a year ago he’d reappeared. She’d carefully stayed out of his way, not sure how she felt about her old boyfriend returning to the scene of the crime.

  He looked good, she thought absently. His blond hair had gone gray, but it suited him. The blue eyes were as piercing as she remembered, the smile as easy, the body as muscled.

  “Hello, Max.”

  “Denise.”

  She stepped back to invite him in.

  As he walked past her, she felt a remembered thrill, as if all that time hadn’t passed. It was kind of comforting to know she could be as foolish now as she had been at nineteen.

  They faced each other.

  “It’s been a while,” she said. “How are you?”

  “Good. I moved back last year.”

  “So I heard.”

  “I’ve seen you around town a time or two.”

  She nodded, then looked away. “I’ve avoided you.”

  “I noticed. I figured you needed time.”

  She laughed. “It’s been thirty-five years. How much more time were you going to give me?”

  He smiled and it was just like it had been back then. Her knees went weak and her heart fluttered.

  “Until today,” he told her.

  She didn’t know what he wanted or what he expected, but none of that mattered. This was Max. Her Max.

  “Ralph died nearly eleven years ago,” she said.

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “I loved him very much. We had a wonderful life together and he gave me six beautiful children.”

  Max nodded slowly. “I saw what was happening. After your first date with him. That’s why I left. I knew I couldn’t compete with him. I could have seduced you back into my bed, but I couldn’t have kept you there. I didn’t deserve you back then.”

  They stared at each other.

  “Now that we have that out of the way,” she said, “what happens now?”

  “I thought we could start with a cup of coffee. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  TUCKER STOOD AT THE SIDE of the dirt road, looking stunned. He held a casserole dish in his hands.

  Nevada sighed. “This is where you tell me you can handle it yourself. Isn’t that what you said? That a few single women couldn’t frighten you?”

  “They’re everywhere.”

  A slight exaggeration, she thought, amused. “Only three.”

  “In one morning.”

  She knew it wasn’t just the food. He’d also had two invitations to dinner and one request for a coffee date.

  “I warned you and you didn’t want to listen.”

  “I was wrong.” He turned to her. “What do I do?”

  She smiled. “Am I correct in assuming you’re not interested in a liaison with one of the lovely ladies in town?”

  “No. I’m not. But I also don’t want them pissed at me. You have to help.”

  “Technically, I don’t.”

  Maybe it was wrong to enjoy watching him squirm, but she was willing to live with the guilt.

  “Face it, Tucker. The town has something of a man shortage and you’re a man.”

  A man who knew how to kiss, she thought, then pushed the memories of the other night out of her head. It had been a whole lot easier not to think about Tucker when she didn’t have to see him every day. And when the last memory of their time together had been so awful. Now she knew what it was like to kiss him when he was sober and just as interested as she was.

  “You have to make them stop,” he told her.

  “What will you give me if I do?”

  The question was automatic, honed from being one of six siblings. Before he could say anything, she held up her hands.

  “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I’ll help you because I’m a nice person and it will make my mother proud. There’s no other reason. Come on.”

  She started walking to her truck.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Into town.”

  They were there in less than fifteen minutes. She parked by the lake and turned off the engine.

  “We’re going to walk through town and you’re going to pretend you’re completely into me. By the time we get back here, word will have spread and your problem will be solved.”

  “I can do that.”

  She was grateful he didn’t press her on why she was helping. Sure, some of it really was about her mother. But while she’d enjoyed watching Tucker squirm, she didn’t actually like those other women coming on to him.

  She and Tucker might have agreed they were going to be all business, all the time, but that didn’t make her any less aware of him.

  “We’ll hit the grocery store, then Morgan’s Books. After that we’ll do a quick walk down Frank Lane and you’ll be untouchable.”

  “I owe you,” he said as he got out of her truck.

  In more ways than he knew, she thought.

  They started toward the center of town. When they reached the corner and stopped for the light, Tucker grabbed her hand.

  It took her a second to remember this was part of a plan, and her idea. While her brain was busy processing the information, her body was stirring as heat sparked and her girl parts woke up.

  No way, she told herself. There was no more reacting to Tucker. But lecturing didn’t help much, not when he laced his fingers with hers and squeezed.

  They walked through the grocery store. She made what she hoped was sparkling conversation, all the while trying not to notice how their shoulders brushed and the way he smiled at her.

 
Back on the street she was relieved to see Pia and Raoul walking toward them, the former football player pushing a double stroller.

  “Hi,” she said eagerly, pulling her hand free of Tucker’s and hurrying to meet her friends. “You’re out.”

  “Finally,” Pia said. “We thought it was time to introduce the girls to their hometown. Plus, they’re starting work on the Fall Festival today and I want to check on things. Then there’s the whole artist series, with a surprise guest. And it’s time to check the inventory for the Halloween decorations, if you can believe it.”

  Nevada introduced Tucker. The two men shook hands. He surprised her by peeking in at the twins.

  “They’re beautiful,” he said.

  Pia nodded. “I can’t take the credit, so I’m comfortable saying I agree with you. Plus, they’re both really good. I’ve been reading tons of nightmare stories online about colic and sleepless nights. We’re lucky. What are you two up to?”

  “I’m protecting Tucker from the single women in town.”

  Tucker glanced at her. “Did you have to share that?”

  Nevada grinned at him. “I’m sorry. Was it a secret?”

  Raoul shook his head. “Don’t let your pride get in the way. Women in this town are determined.” He put his arm around Pia. “Look how you stalked me.”

  “I did not. You were the one begging me to marry you. I took pity on you.”

  “Keep saying that and maybe one day it will be true.”

  Nevada knew they had unexpectedly fallen in love with each other while Pia was pregnant with her friend’s embryos.

  “If it gets bad, you can hang out with us,” Pia said, leaning into Raoul.

  “Thanks.”

  They left the young family and continued their stroll through town.

  At the corner by Morgan’s Bookstore, Nevada was about to say they could stop for fudge before going in when Tucker surprised her by pulling her toward him.

  “What?” she asked.

  Instead of answering, he bent down and kissed her.

  The feel of his mouth was delicious and her already alert body sent up a cheer. Aware they were in the middle of town where everyone could see, she wanted to draw back. But she couldn’t. Something about his touch made it impossible to move, impossible to do anything but lose herself in the sensation of his lips against hers.