by Renee Dyer
Joy fills me at the thought of spending the next couple days with these three amazing women. It’s been too long since we got away without the guys and were able to goof off with no worries. I did make sure before we left that there is a medical facility close by in case Dee starts to not feel well. The planner in me can never fully relax.
“See those two mountains right there?” Alahna points out the windshield. “The two that are right next to each other?”
“You mean the ones that look like a set of tits?” Mickayla pipes up from the back seat and we all crack up.
“Only you would think that, Red,” Alahna fires back, “but, yes, those two are the ones I’m talking about. Those are called Percy Peaks and we’ll be staring at them all weekend from where we’re staying.”
I’m thrilled to hear that because that means we’re almost there. Alahna said we’d be staying in a cabin and I love rustic places. I can’t wait to see what she booked. As we pull off the paved roads onto a gravel and dirt road, I start to question if I should trust Alahna’s opinion. Dee is in the back seat and she still isn’t completely feeling better. Maybe we should have stayed somewhere a bit more central instead of in the mountains.
I change my mind quickly as Alahna stops in front of a wooden tongue and groove cabin. The mountains, Percy Peaks, rise up behind it in full autumn splendor. It takes my breath away. I can’t wait to go inside and explore. I always wanted a cabin like this. Alex and I talked about owning a place in the mountains. We said it would be our romantic getaway. We’d use it when we wanted to get away from the kids and unwind. It would be our place to recharge our batteries. He would have loved this view. I can’t help but smile at the memory as I step from the car and stretch my body.
“Hey, birthday girl, why don’t you go check the place out while we unload the car?” Mickayla says.
“I’m not letting Dee carry stuff in. Are you crazy?” I fire back at her.
“I can carry my own pillow. I’m not totally useless,” Dee jokes.
“Fine. Grab your pillow,” I say, “but I’ll bring some stuff with me, too.” I grab the camera equipment because it’s closest and head in. Alahna told us on the way up that she had called the man she rented the place from and he said he’d have the place unlocked for us. True to his word, the knob turns and I walk in. Light filters in through floor to ceiling windows along the back wall. I can’t help but notice the beam ceiling. It’s gorgeous.
The kitchen and living room connect in one open space with a table set up for eating at. It gives off such a homey feeling. Everywhere I look, there are bear, moose, deer, and fish decorations. I love it. This is exactly how I would decorate if I had a cabin up here. I’m so ready to explore the rest of this place. I walk over to the couch and place the bags on it.
“Took you long enough to get here, sweetness.” Every hair on my body stands at attention. I look up and there he is. All six-foot-four, gorgeous olive skin, splendor of him. I take in his black curls and his eyes that remind me of tropical waters. His lips, full and ready for me to bite them, quirk into a smile as he watches me eyeing him. I should stop staring and say something, but he looks so damn delectable. The way his jeans sit on his hips, I can imagine the ‘V’ he’s hiding under his t-shirt. It’s making my lips water. His t-shirt… almost garners a chuckle from me, but I’m still in awe that he’s here. It’s gray with black letters that says, She’s With Me.
“Tucker?” I don’t know why I ask. “How… what are you doing here?” It’s not eloquent, but I can’t think. I’ve missed him so much.
“I couldn’t miss my girl’s birthday.”
I run to him and launch myself into his open arms. He catches me and our mouths find each other. It feels like it’s been years since I’ve felt the warm satin of his lips pressed against mine. His arms wrap tighter around my waist as I plunge my tongue into his mouth. I could stay this way forever, lost in his kiss.
“About fucking time she kissed him. I was getting ready to. Can’t have a moment like that go to waste.” I giggle into Tucker’s mouth at Mickayla’s joke. Pulling my head back, I look into his eyes and want to scream out in happiness that he’s here. Oh my God, he’s here. Where the hell are we all going to sleep?
I slide down his body and turn to look at the ladies. I notice all of my stuff is sitting in the kitchen, but none of theirs is. They have shit eating grins on their faces. I have a feeling I’ve been set up. Damned if I can be upset though. Tucker is here and I just want to touch him.
Alahna tells me that they rented a camp up the road and that the guys are already there. Tucker drove up with them earlier. I hear that and I look over at him. He was in Epping and I didn’t know. Part of me wants to be upset that I could have seen him earlier, but I know it wouldn’t have worked because I was working. And, he was setting this surprise up. My heart swells with… love. I’m pretty sure it’s love. But, I’m scared. I’m scared if I fall in love and he doesn’t what that will do to my heart. I need to be sure of what we are and where we’re heading before I open myself too much.
All my girls hug me and make comments about not doing anything they wouldn’t do. I laugh at them. They all know what I’ll be doing. I haven’t seen him in weeks and I don’t plan to waste a single minute of my time with him. Tucker wraps his arms around me from behind as I’m waving goodbye to them and I allow myself to fall into his hard body. I can’t wait to take his clothes off and explore every hard inch of him. We stay standing, body to body, his warmth seeping into my back, until my friends have driven out of site and the dirt clouds have settled.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say. “It feels like a dream. A really great dream. I’m afraid to close my eyes because when I open them, you might be gone.”
He spins me in his arms and pulls me into the cabin, closing the door behind me. “You can close your eyes, sweetness. I’ll still be there when you open them. I promise.” I close my eyes, humoring the glint I see in his. He steps away from me and I wonder what he’s doing.
“Am I supposed to keep my eyes closed or can I open them now?”
“You can open them.” I can tell he’s in front of me again. I’m not sure where he went, but I don’t wait any longer either. I open my eyes and he’s standing in front of me with rectangular box, wrapped in shiny red paper with a big black bow on it. “Happy birthday, sweetness.” He has a big grin on his face and I start to blush. I didn’t expect him to buy me anything.
I slowly reach out and take the gift from his hands. My hands are shaking a little and I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. It’s not like this is the first gift I’ve ever received. His eyes twinkle as he watches me peel the paper back from the box. I think he’s more excited than I am to see what’s inside. I can feel his anticipation in every breath he takes, in the way his eyes shift from my hands to my face. He’s watching for my reaction, which is making me more nervous.
I get the paper off and there’s a black and white striped box underneath. I check to see if he’s taped it, but he hasn’t. I expected that he would, just to make me work harder for whatever’s inside. I pull the top off and there’s a deep wine tissue covering whatever my gift is. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s do or die time. My movie star boyfriend gave me my first present from him and this will set the bar for what I should expect him to be like. I’m wondering if I’ll need to tell him it’s too much and if that will hurt his feelings as I open my eyes and peel the tissue paper back.
A giant laugh escapes my lips. I don’t mean to, but sitting in front of me is a black t-shirt with bright pink lettering that says Tucker Slut. I pick it out of the box, turn it around, and laugh again. The back reads. And Proud Of It. “I love it, Tucker. I can’t wait to add it to my t-shirt collection.”
He gives me a wink. “Well, I figured with all the book boyfriend t-shirts you have, you should have one for your real boyfriend where you said I turn you into a wanton slut.”
Holy shit. He just called himself my
boyfriend. How do I play this off? I haven’t been in this situation since college. Be calm, Adriana. Make it into a joke. Keep things light. No scaring him away. “Boyfriend, huh? Is that what we are? Boyfriend, girlfriend? Thanks for the tip. I was starting to wonder.” I keep a smile on my face and when he blushes, I grab his hand. “I really do love this shirt. You know with your fan following, if you were to stick a hash tag in front of that saying, you could make it go viral.”
“Are you fucking with me right now?” he scoffs.
“No, I’d be the first official Tucker Slut. Proud Tucker Slut.” I throw up the hash tag sign at him and start giggling. “Think of the fans. You could have merchandise sold all over the world with that logo. #ProudTuckerSlut. I’d be all over that.”
“Stop,” he laughs. “The only proud Tucker slut I want is you and speaking of sluts…” He drops his voice and I know exactly where this is going. “How about we lock that door so none of your friends can give us a surprise visit and we get reacquainted. I think I remember something about bending you over and burying myself in you balls deep.”
I run for the door, everything else forgotten.
Door locked, I turn to see hunger blazing in Tucker’s eyes. There’s no more waiting. I start tearing my clothes off. I don’t care that he’s across the room from me. He can meet me half way. I’m walking toward him, unfastening my bra, pulling it off, yanking my yoga pants and panties down. I want all of me exposed and ready for him to take me.
I haven’t stopped aching since he first made that comment weeks ago and my vibrator isn’t the same as feeling his hardness between my legs. I want to feel him hit my walls and know he’s filling every inch of me. I want him to claim me as his, make me sore, and still leave me wanting more. I need this.
“Why the fuck do you still have your clothes on?” I snarl at him. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but if he doesn’t put his cock in me in the next couple of minutes, I won’t be responsible for the bodily harm I may do to him.
“Because,” he stops and licks his lips. My eyes watch his tongue, wishing it were on my body. “That little strip tease was fucking hot and I wasn’t missing a second of it. How fast can you get me naked, my proud little slut?” he laughs lightly.
How he can find any humor when I’m dripping wet and ready to pounce on him escapes me. He has no idea how badly I want him. My hands spring forward, grip his t-shirt, and rip upwards. It’s the first time ever I don’t take the time to appreciate the glory of Tucker with no shirt on. I go straight to work on his pants and thank the stars that he hasn’t changed his mind about going commando. His pants drop to his ankles and I almost whimper as I look down and see his boots still on his feet. Forget getting him completely naked, I want him now.
Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hands around his base and take his length into the wet heat of my mouth. It’s the fastest way to get him worked up and get me what I want. I let go of his cock with my hands, reach around, and grab onto his firm ass. My nails bite into his ass as I suck his length into my throat. His growls assault my ears, making me suck him harder. His tip touches the back of my throat, his silkiness sliding across my tongue, and I drink in his salty flavor. My eyes draw a path up his stomach, across his chest, past his neck and chin, over his lips that I have a sudden urge to clamp my teeth over, to his eyes that burn with a fire. A fire I know burns only for me.
“Damn it, Adriana, get up here!” His hands go around my upper arms, pulling me up. I feel my teeth lightly graze over him as he pops from my mouth. He flinches slightly, but doesn’t stop moving me until he has me bent over the couch, my ass straight up in the air, my core wet and exposed to him. I look over my shoulder to see him towering behind me; see his erection ready to enter me. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
His hands seize my ass and his fingers dig into my flesh, making me cry out. I keep looking back over my shoulder. I want to watch as he takes me, as he makes me his. Again, he licks his lips and I get lost in my thoughts of what I want his tongue to do to me. It’s too much stimulation for my frenzied mind. He knows it. He gives me his crooked smile and slams himself into me. “Tucker!” I grab onto the couch, holding on with all my strength as he pushes into me harder than he ever has. “Go harder, Tucker. You feel fucking amazing, baby.” Each thrust, I feel him hitting my walls, and it’s not long before I feel the warmth building in my stomach. My legs start quivering. I’m trying to push back on him, force him deeper until I can feel him in every corner of me, but I’m losing the battle with my own sanity. Non-coherent babble and moans fall from my lips. Fuck, I can feel myself breaking apart, every part of me coming undone as he pounds away at me. All of it adding to the pleasure that is quickly bringing me to my breaking point. My nails scratch into the fabric as I frantically try to gain hold and push back one last time before…
“Oh, God. Tucker. Don’t stop. Ooohhh!” I scream and my walls contract around him. Like a possessed beast, he continues to hammer into me as I whimper. The pleasure is overwhelming. The friction combined with the ripples still pulsing through me are a painful euphoria. I want him to finish and keep going to see if I can get off again. Each thrust makes me cry out.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he roars. Warmth spreads through my insides and he collapses across my back. I lay there spent and feeling content with him sprawled like a blanket covering me. He’s heavy on me, but it’s a welcome feeling after weeks of missing him. He starts to soften inside me and I can tell I’ll be sore. I smile into the couch knowing he claimed me. He said he was my boyfriend, too. I feel giddy. If he weren’t laying on me, I’d jump in his lap and wrap my arms around him.
His laughter rumbles along my back. I like how it feels, but I’m not sure what the hell he thinks is funny. I turn my head slightly; enough to be able to get a bit more air and have him hear me. “Want to tell me what’s so funny, Stavros?”
He laughs a little louder. “My goal was to go balls deep, which was a glorious feat, but I think they’re stuck to you now.” He lets out the loudest laugh I’ve ever heard from him. It’s like thunder going off around me. I hear it and feel it and I join in laughing with him. He stands up and sure enough, I feel them peel off me. Eww. Next time we finish, he needs to pull those bad boys off my skin before they stick like suction cups.
I stand up and turn around to see him pulling his pants up. I’ve never understood how men just put their clothes back on without cleaning up a little first. I make my way to the bathroom, clothing in hand. It may be a girl thing, but I want to be clean before I put my pants back on.
When I open the door, Tucker is standing there, leaning against the wall. I swallow loudly at just seeing him. He’s left his shirt off and now I take a second to appreciate the artwork on his body. I walk up to him and run my fingers along the lettering circling his upper arms. He never told me what the letters are or what they stand for, and I guess I’ve never asked. I find myself intrigued by them. I trace my fingers over the tribal lining one side of his chest and watch as goose bumps pop up on his skin. “Mind if I take a turn in there?” He motions to the bathroom and I pout at him, not wanting to stop my exploration of his ink. “I won’t be long, sweetness.”
I take the time to grab my bags and look for the master bedroom. The cabin is all one floor and there are three bedrooms. Two are pretty small. The master isn’t huge, but it’s big enough. It’s cozy, done up in pine green and tan. It has a woodsy feel to it that matches the rest of the place. I drop my bags on the bed and start to unpack. The planner in me can’t stand to leave my stuff in bags.
“Whatcha doing?” His voice wraps around me and I have to stop what I’m doing to allow myself to just feel him for a second.
“Sorry. I need to unpack when I get to places, can’t stand leaving my stuff in bags. Hope you don’t mind.” I turn to face him, waiting to see if he thinks I’m an OCD freak. He’s smiling at me and as always, it has me wanting to do bad things to him.
“I’m the same wa
y. My stuff’s already put away.”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t have guessed that about you.” I shrug my shoulders, turn my back, and return to unpacking. “What do you have planned for me for the rest of the weekend?” I feel myself flush at the thoughts running rampant in my mind. I know what I’d like him to do with me, all weekend long.
“Dinner, just you and I tonight. Keeping you naked as much as possible. A hike in the morning. Keeping you naked as much as possible. Lunch here or we can drive into the next town. Keeping you naked as much as possible. Your friends are coming for dinner. Did I mention I plan to keep you naked as much as possible?”
I turn to face him again and the grin on his face tells me he enjoyed that little spiel. “Did you say a hike in the morning? I didn’t bring any of my hiking gear. I thought I was coming with the girls and with Dee not feeling well, I didn’t think there’d be any chance for hiking. I’m sorry, Tucker, but I don’t see how that’s going to happen.”
He just shakes his head at me. “Your gear’s already here. Preston helped me find it.”
“He did?”
“Mm-hmm. And he helped me with the rest of your birthday gift that you’ll get when we go back to your house.”
“Tucker, the shirt was more than enough for me. You really didn’t need to do anything else.” I can’t imagine what he could have gotten me that required Preston’s help. There’s nothing I need or have mentioned wanting. My mind reels with ideas of what it could possibly be, but it comes up blank.
“Stop thinking about it, sweetness, you’ll never guess.” He gives me one of his full dimple smiles and I have to clench my thighs together. “Come on. I brought a movie for us to watch. Let’s go snuggle until dinnertime. I’ve been missing having you in my arms.” I smile and put my hand in his. I can finish unpacking later.
My heart lets out a happy sigh when Serendipity comes on the TV screen. I feel myself falling deeper for him. He remembered we were interrupted the last time we tried watching this. I look up at him and smile as he looks back at me. “Thank you for all of this. I’ve missed you so much.” He lowers his head and places a sweet, gentle kiss to my lips. I forget sometimes that he can be tender like this. I snuggle into his side and watch the movie, amazed at how much he enjoys it. He wasn’t lying when he told me it was his favorite romantic comedy.
