Again, she did as she was told and threw it into the darkness. Her hips rolled, unable to stay still as he tongue fucked her into paradise.
Long, slow laps up her slit drew her in with every motion. Hard, fluttering against her clit had her back arching. And the moment he latched on, sucking the flesh into his hot mouth, had her thighs squeezing and her toes curling.
Just before that moment of release, when she was pleading for it, he hooked her thighs and her back hit the mattress. Manhandling was her favorite flavor of love making. It only rose the temperature between them.
“I know what you want.” He kissed her inner thigh then latched on, sucking her swollen clit in her mouth.
“What do I want?” She laced her fingers in his hair and pushed him harder against her mound. He growled in response and almost sent her over the edge, but pulled back. “Tell me what I want.”
“Why tell you?” With the flat of his tongue he licked up her slit and her toes curled again as she tried to hold back the whimper.
He slid off the bed and stood at the side, dragging her to the edge. An expert hand slid down into the waistband of his sweats and she licked her lips in anticipation. Yes, that’s what she wanted. She would fucking beg to have that thing fill every hole she had.
She sat up, her knees spread wide, and slipped a hand into his pants, pulling them down with her other. He tucked left, and she maneuvered it out until it hung heavy outside his pants.
There was a God. He stood right in front of her. Shit, everything was bigger in Texas.
She licked up his length, drawing a breathless moan from him, and sucked the tip into her mouth. His fingers threaded in her hair and gripped it tight as he rolled his hips and pumped clear into the back of her throat.
The base was thick, and she held a tight grip on it as she worked him up to a boil.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and it sent a shiver down to her spread thighs. “Shit!” He pulled himself out of her mouth and shoved her down on the bed. “The fuck were you thinkin’?”
She furrowed her brows, then a slow smile tilted her lips. What a game he played.
“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
“You better be fuckin’ sorry.” He bent and grabbed her ankles, pulling them over his shoulders.
Carefully, he lifted her ass and slid her soaking wet panties down her leg and off her ankles. He watched her as he brought them to his nose. “These stay.”
She cocked a brow. He was a fucking freak. A sexy, dirty, nasty, filthy, daddy of a freak. She was in awe. Good boy Tucker was gone, long gone, and she was in that room with a dominant stranger.
The telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper piqued her ears and more heat pooled in her belly. Oh, she was about to get pounded, and she was ready.
The moment he licked down her ankle, she knew it was coming. He grabbed them both in one hand, stretched her legs and folded her up while he did one of the sexiest things she’d ever witnessed in her life, but then again, she was a fucking freak herself. He spit, and the warmth slid between her folds.
He maneuvered her ankles to one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other, rubbing it over her clit, just before he slammed into her.
She audibly gasped, couldn’t breathe for a split second at the sensation of him inside her. Finally. He primed her, had her swollen, beyond sensitive, and ready for him.
“That’s what she wants.” He pumped into her slow, slammed his thighs against her ass with each deliberate stroke. “You want it all, don’t you? You want this fucking cock buried inside you.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Evin arched her back and clenched around him, tightening her core.
He let her ankles go, and her knees fell open to the mattress as he dropped himself on top of her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, scraping the sensitive bud with his teeth and letting it go, doing the same to the other.
Every piece of her flesh was given attention as he slammed into her. When his hands gripped her waist he held her there, forcing her to take all of him, over and over.
Heat built to a blinding temperature, and her vaginal walls quivered around him. The pad of his thumb rolled circles around her clit, while his other deliciously meaty hand wrapped around her throat like a brand new necklace. Her back arched when he sent her over the edge.
“I knew you wanted it. Come on me. Let me ride it out with you, feel you clench around me.” His hoarse voice, the demanding tone, all of it amplified the explosion inside her. His pace remained steady as she cried out his name
“Tucker, please. Fuck!” She clamped down again and as he drove in harder, their bodies clapping together. She was panting, couldn’t take him anymore.
Three more slow, deliberate strokes and Tucker slid out of her completely, ripping off the condom and milking himself on her stomach, the hot liquid splashing over her as his moans of ecstasy filled her ears.
“Holy fuck, woman.” He took a shaky breath and chuckled deep as she raked her fingers down his forearms. “I thought you were going to kill me with that grip.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She prided herself on her Kegel exercises and was glad he found them to his liking.
He slipped a nipple into his mouth and suckled until her clit throbbed. “It should be a crime to have such perfect nipples.” He pulled the other into his mouth and rolled his hips, his still rigid cock sliding over her clit. “And not belong to me.”
If he didn’t stop, they’d go another round.
With a low growl, he tore himself away. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and was already to the bathroom before she could register what he said.
Water ran for a moment before he appeared with a warm damp towel and cleaned her off. Suddenly, she felt like a princess instead of a slut in a whore house.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Well, it’s my mess.” He smiled and tossed the rag into the floor with everything else.
She laughed and rolled onto her stomach, slightly lifting her ass in the air and giving it a wiggle.
“You seriously tryin’ to do that to me right now?” His hand grabbed a chunk of her ass then slapped it. She clenched her jaw and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Get your fuckin’ ass in bed.”
She did what she was told and scrambled for the head of the bed. He slid in beside her and snaked an arm around her middle.
They were right back where they were when she sneaked in, only now they were naked, she was sated, and her heart burned brighter.
He kissed her neck, then down to her shoulder. “We have a Christmas party to go to tomorrow,” he kissed her again, “and you need sleep.”
“You sure I need sleep?” She rubbed her bare ass against him again, couldn’t help herself. It was the best sex she’d probably ever have, and it would be a crime to only ride it once. “Or do you think you could manage a second round?”
The gentle hand around her waist slid up her body, taking a firm grip of her breast, pinching a nipple, and trailed further until it wrapped around her throat.
He rolled his hips, a deep motion that seated his cock outside her still slick pussy. The moment he pressed in, fingers tightened around her throat and a low moan escaped her.
“You’re a temptress.” He slowly pulled out of her, almost completely, before sliding back in deeper than before. “And I am weak to your temptation.
She couldn’t breathe. Not because his hand was deliciously tight around her throat, but because he manipulated her body until it was completely at his mercy.
If anything, in that moment, she did belong to him.
Chapter Ten
Every part of his body ached. Evin was right about one thing, he wasn’t sixteen anymore.
He smiled at the memory of the night before and patted the mattress beside him, not ready to get out of bed just yet. Despite his body’s protest, he could still go another round. But he found no one.
Where was she?
He looked around, but the only ev
idence of her came from the heavy smell of bacon and terrible coffee coming from beyond the cracked door. Soft, classic Christmas carols filtered in along with it, and his stomach rumbled.
Tucker slid from the bed and padded over to the cracked door, sneaking a peek of her. She danced and whirled around the small kitchen in nothing but a slinky sweater and underwear, life and essence pouring from her.
It was a stark contrast to the version he saw yesterday and couldn’t help but take a little credit at her upturned mood. The intimate sight wasn’t something he expected to see of her over the weekend, nor did he expect the feeling in his chest as he watched.
She was beautiful, and dangerous.
Not in a sense one would deem dangerous, but he was never supposed to get caught up in her. The weekend turned out different—she was different—than he thought.
Last night wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did, and he didn’t regret it. The only thing he regretted was that he hadn’t had the balls to talk to her first. But that would have been the smart thing to do, and he hadn’t been smart since he caught sight of her at the bar.
He tore his eyes away and headed to the bathroom, where he quickly showered and dressed. The knot in his stomach subsided a bit, but as he walked out of the bedroom, watched her smile widen when she saw him, it came back in full force.
It was never easy talking about that day. Not to therapists, girlfriends, fiancées, but there she stood, the one person that needed to hear it most.
Or was she the person he wanted to tell it to the most?
“Breakfast is ready!” Her singsong voice trailed through the cabin and he couldn’t help but smile. She stopped in her tracks and he tried to save face by giving her a bigger smile, but it obviously didn’t work because her shoulders fell along with her smile. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Another smile. Great lie, idiot.
She cocked a brow like it was her job to scrutinize him, and pulled the plate she just filled back toward her to horde. “I’ve been reading men for a while now, and I’ll say I’m even pretty good at it. You have something on your mind.”
He took a seat at the island and attempted to man up and speak the truth, but the words caught in his throat. “I do.”
She looked at the plate and bit the inside of her lip. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come to your bed last night. I know you didn’t want to—”
He held his hand up, knowing exactly what she was going to say, and it wasn’t correct at all. “No, never apologize for that, Evin.”
She braved an unsure look at him.
“Ever. I just wanted to know if you’d like to hear a story.”
Gingerly, she slid the plate back across the island and held his gaze. “I’d love to.”
He bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at the plate. It was two eggs, sunny side up, and a piece of bacon at the bottom making a smiley face. He smiled back at it, couldn’t help it. When he caught her eyes, her mood was lifted again.
Unfortunately, he had to squash it. “Growing up, I had a shitty father.”
She hid her smile, but it was obvious. “And I’m supposed to be the one with daddy issues.” Evin bit off the end of a piece of bacon and stood quietly as he shook his head.
“Well, I guess it’s my turn. Shitty is probably an understatement but that’s not the point. We lived in south Texas.” He paused to gauge a reaction. “Corpus Christi to be exact.”
Her face lit up and nodded. “I’m very familiar with that place. My dad used to take me there for vacation a few times a year so I could swim in the gulf.”
He already knew about that part of her life. His approximation about that day was right. It was a happy memory for her. Good.
“I was fifteen and the lowest I’d ever been in my entire life. I hated breathing, existing, hated living in my home with my father. I didn’t want to do it anymore.”
Her smile fell and she didn’t hold his gaze anymore. Maybe there was a small part of her that understood where he was coming from. Despite that day being a good one for her, he doubted all her days were good. Something happened to her along the way, something terrible, or she wouldn’t have found herself in the profession she currently worked.
People like her didn’t just become escorts because their life was fine and dandy. He hoped she could empathize with his story instead of judge it.
“I was at the beach with my mom. She’d taken me there to get us out of the house after my dad exploded. It was the worst it’d ever been up to that point, but I won’t weigh you down with the gory details.
“I saw the waves crashing against the shore, how heavy it all seemed.” He looked down at his plate, at the smiley face she put there, and wrung his hands beneath the lip of the counter where she couldn’t see. “I walked out there, not wanting to come back.”
“Tucker, oh my God.” She put her hand to her mouth that hung open, her eyes misting. He didn’t want her pity or to ruin her day, but it needed to come out.
“I remember sucking in the salt water. I remember feeling the crushing weight of it on my lungs. It wasn’t even cold.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and brought his gaze back to Evin, who watched him, not with pity, but with understanding. “Then I remembered my mother and how broken she’d be if I died. It felt too late by then, like I was being dragged down deeper just for the thought of wanting to die.”
“Tucker you don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to.” She placed a delicate hand in front of him, but he didn’t take it. “Last night—last night was amazing, but you don’t have unload just because of that.”
“I’m not.” He thought back on the night before, how she tasted, how she cried his name. A man could get lost in a memory like that. But he wasn’t some chump that attached to every woman who made him come. The backlist would be too long. “I want to tell you why I brought you here, not make you pity me.”
Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand back. “Okay.”
“I couldn’t get to the surface on my own. I tried. I really did. I don’t know how long I was under, but as I faded, an arm wrapped around my waist and I was dragged back to shore. That man saved my life at fifteen.” He had to stop and take a deep breath. When he blew it out, the words were on his lips. “That was over twenty years ago, and I’ve just now gotten the balls to admit that to his daughter.”
Realization slowly widened her eyes. “My dad saved your life?”
Tucker nodded and stood, walking around the island to meet her. She turned in place, facing him before he lifted her on top of the counter. “He didn’t just save my life, he changed it for the better. Although the shame followed me for too long, and I wasted too much time before attempting to find him again, I did find you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. She didn’t kiss him, hadn’t at all yet, but the intimacy was there. “I’m sorry you went through that. That’s a lot to handle.”
“Well, I’m not that boy anymore. I became successful in my own right. My father moved out a year after the incident, and I still keep the words your father told me in the back of my head.” He paused and leaned back to look her in the eye. “Keep your chin up, kid. Life’s hard until you find what keeps you going. When you do, don’t let go.”
She sniffled and pulled him in hard, squeezing him as she shook. Maybe he should have left that part out, didn’t mean to hurt her that way.
“Evin?” He held her ribs in his grasp, but she wouldn’t let go, so he wrapped her up tight. If she needed to cry, she could. “Are you okay?”
“I will be.” She sobbed some more.
“Come on.” He slid her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With her in his arms, he strode to the couch and plopped them down, relaxing into the plush cushions. He let her sob and rubbed her back until she stilled in his arms. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Sniffle. “You didn’t.” She sat up and looked him in the eye with a pitiful smile. “He used
to say that to me when kids were mean, or things got hard. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard his voice, and it was a little reminder that he actually existed in this world. That he touched more lives than just mine. You don’t know it, but you just gave me the best Christmas present I ever could have gotten.”
He wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb, his gaze falling to her lips. She hadn’t kissed him the night before, and he hadn’t either. It was intimate, personal, and though a lot of things they did last night were intimate and personal, something about a kiss seemed finite.
Odd as it seemed.
“You’re not mad for being deceived about why you’re here?” It was a good question, one he’d been toying around with, using it as an excuse not to tell her his story. But then again, he could be misinterpreting her.
She shook her head and grimaced. “I’ve been deceived with worse.”
“I don’t think I want to know.”
“You don’t.”
It was hard not to bow to her when she laughed like that. Her eyes and face still red from sobbing, but her smile genuine and true. Adorable. It was stupid, but he felt like a superhero, able to fix all her problems.
It was stupid, though.
“Friday night, I had an old, pudgy gentleman with a foot fetish. Though, I saw that coming a mile away.” She smiled and failed miserably at holding back her laugh.
He shook his head and grimaced. “Evin, I don't want to know.”
She pouted, her lips pushed out dramatically. “But I didn’t even get to tell you about the guy who got his rocks off by autoerotic asphyxiation
“You’re done.”
“Can I ask you a question?” She sobered up quickly, studying him.
He nodded, but not confidently. “As long as it doesn't have anything to do with a fetish, then yes.”
The smile she gave was forced and she bit the inside of her lip again. “If you were looking for my dad, why did you hire me instead?”
Ah, the great big question. Why was she there? Why did he have to do it that way? How did he find a woman when he had no information on her?
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