Chapter Two
Lexi
I didn’t come to LA with the intention of hooking up with Tucker Evans; football god and now Super Bowl champ. Then again, when I booked my plane ticket, the possibility had crossed my mind.
I never thought he’d answer my call, or that he’d leave his team to come find me.
I couldn’t physically go to the game. You can’t just buy last minute tickets to a Super Bowl – I checked and then tried to bribe everyone I could find. Nothing panned out.
Instead, I watched it in the hotel’s lobby bar. With a packed house of other fans. Even without being in the stadium, I wanted to be in the same town as him when it happened. I knew he would win. He had to win.
His lips descend on me with force. God, I remember these lips. I remember everything about Tucker and his ability to turn you into a whimpering mess with every touch.
I remember the first time with him. It had been my first time ever. I had given him my virginity on our last day together at the lake house on my eighteenth birthday. Or more like, tricked him into taking it. He had been upset at first for not giving him the heads up beforehand. It was a big decision to not have let him know, but there was no one else I trusted like I trusted Tucker. I wanted it to be him. And he delivered like I knew he would.
I’m dreading the moment he breaks this connection because for the first time in six years, my body is thrumming back to life.
I’ve dated other men since then. None of them worked out long term. My dedication to work seemed to have a negative impact on any relationship I’ve tried to start since those three days with Tucker.
During late nights at home, or sometimes at work, my mind wanders off to memories of tangling in the sheets with him. I wonder what he's doing or where he is, but I try to clear those thoughts as quickly as I can. If I can’t make it work with a nine-to-five professional guy in the same city of Chicago, I’ll never make it work with a distant NFL player who lives in Seattle, Washington. One who has women chasing him at every turn. I had made the right decision that day by the lake when I told him we should wait. Didn’t I?
The memory of what I said hits me all over again…
"I think we need to take a step back and think this through. You’re in college nine hours away, and I’ve got this incredible opportunity with my dad’s company. I think we need to stay focused on the dreams we’ve already set out for."
"Are you being serious? After what just happened the last few days? You want to go back to just being friends?"
"Let’s just see how the next couple of years go. After you get drafted, we’ll see where you end up. We’ll see where I am with the company."
Tucker pins me against the wall with his hard-as-steel body rocking into me. His lips move against mine, his left hand cradling the side of my neck; his other hand squeezes my butt cheek as he grinds his huge erection between my legs.
I should stop this. "Tucker," I start to say, albeit completely breathless.
"You’re a fucking dream, Lexi. I want to take you against this goddamn wall."
His words have me a little taken back at their forwardness. But my body doesn’t agree with my mind and it's responding in the most animalistic ways, pushing back against him to increase the pressure. Warm sensations flutter in my lower belly. My body remembers the way he feels, remembers his size and the way he knows how to use it. Every nerve ending is desperate for his contact.
My underwear is flooded with my arousal; my nipples are pebbling, and the abrasive rub from his bulge against my clit has me nearing my peak. I need penetration. The penetration only Tucker can deliver. Now, my mind is starting to fall in line with my body, which only means bad things. Bad, bad things.
Am I supposed to just let him storm in here and take me? Was this my plan all along? My brain is fuzzy but I’m sure of one thing. I have never wanted anyone like I want this man. Not before him and not since.
"You’re here," he says as he works his mouth down my neck. "I can’t believe you came."
He chuckles. "Not just yet, baby. You’re coming first," he teases, with a devilish grin.
My brows shoot up at his proclamation. He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me from the wall, carrying me towards the bedroom door.
Once inside, he kicks it shut behind us, and the room is dark except for the lights from the city shining through the curtains.
He sits me down on the edge of the bed and pulls off his clothes, until I’m staring at a half-naked man in his boxer briefs. My breath hitches at the sight of him. He’s the kind of man who inspires chiseled marble sculptures.
He stops and stares at me for a moment.
"Tucker," I whisper. "What are you doing?" What am I doing?
He takes a step toward me, and his fingers glide softly under my jaw. He tilts my head up slightly so my eyes meet his.
"God, I’ve missed you," he admits with pure honest eyes.
My throat tightens at his confession and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I’ve missed him, too. So much.
"I don’t know why it’s taken this long to get you but there’s six years’ worth of fantasies I need to live out with you tonight." He pauses and studies my frozen state.
"Do you want me, Lexi?"
What a loaded question.
"Tucker."
"Yeah?" He shifts his attention to my eyes.
"I came here with zero expectations. I want you to know that."
"I know. You were hoping though, right?" Unable to help myself, I nod, the desperate need for him, mixed with the idea of being in Tucker’s fantasies all these years later – I know now why I came here. We had unfinished business, and we both feel it.
"Good." He reaches for the hem of my shirt, watching for my consent, which I give by lifting my hands above my head.
Topless and exposed, Tucker surveys the bare skin before him and then kneels, one knee on the bed as he lays me on my back.
He hovers over me as his mouth finds my breasts. His hot, wet tongue makes contact first. I moan and he responds by taking my nipple in his mouth and bares down, sucking harder.
He begins a slow cascade of kisses down my stomach, stopping at my panty line. His hands move between my legs, and he groans. "Is this how wet you get for me? Christ, Lexi."
God, I want to lose myself in him. I want to let go and let the chips fall where they may. But I just can’t.
Six years ago Tucker wanted me to leave my dreams of becoming a V.P. for my father’s company, so I could stand in his shadow while he made it to the NFL.
Two years later, Tucker got drafted thousands of miles away. Long distance and his reputation as the NFL’s playboy made a real relationship seem unrealistic.
But right now, underneath him, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be. Except for maybe on top.
I reach for his thick forearm to pull his attention from the area of my body that is consuming his attention.
"Can we agree to one thing for tonight?" I ask.
That I get to keep my heart after this.
"Okay…?" He gives a skeptical look.
"It’s just tonight."
Otherwise, I might not survive.
"This feels a little like deja vu, Lex."
"I know, but listen, your QB just dropped a bomb and he's retiring. There’s a rumor that trades might be happening through your franchise. We have no idea if you’ll be traded – where you would end up. My dad is giving me my first solo merger, which will take the whole summer to close. And, there is still a huge distance between us." I pause, noticing he’s not happy. "Please, Tucker. We can do anything you want tonight. You can purge me from your system..."
Now he looks pissed as he frowns down at me.
"Purge you from my system? Lexi! I want to fucking lock this down. Like I wanted to the summer we spent at the lake house. Like I should have every single year since." He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks away from me with a frustrated sigh.
"I didn’t know you felt this strongly."
"You said we should wait until after you finished college and you were established with your dad’s company. You wanted to wait until we had a chance to see where I would end up in the NFL. Well, here we are, Lexi. Six years later and we’re further from that happening than when I agreed to your terms. Now, we’re barely on speaking terms. I tried to see you several times over the years when I was in town during the off season and holidays. You were either out of town on business or trying to find another excuse to avoid me."
"That’s not true!"
Yes, it is.
"I wasn’t avoiding you."
Yes, I was.
"Our timing just sucks." Most of the time, I was out of town for work when he came to Chicago, but even if I hadn’t been, I would have made an excuse.
He was a hot commodity. Every man wanted to be him, every woman wanted to be with him…how could I compete with that? I couldn’t and I didn’t want to. Coupled with thousands of miles of space between us – we didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of making it work. But at this moment, that all feels like a lie I had told myself. Could we have made it work? I am so confused now.
Eventually, I didn’t need to make excuses because over time, his texts asking to see me the last couple of years had dwindled. He had given up. And I was disappointed, but also, maybe a small part of me used it as proof that our relationship would have dwindled too.
He comes closer to me and grabs my hands in his, circling the top of my hand with his thumb. "I don’t want to waste the limited time we have arguing about the past. If all you’re giving me is tonight, I’d count this as still the best way to celebrate my win. Wrapped around the only thing that’s ever mattered to hold onto."
I remember him saying the same things at the lake house. That warm summer finds its way back into my mind repeatedly since we’ve been apart.
Finding out that my older brother’s best friend had hidden feelings for me. Finding out how deep my feelings for him ran.
Giving him my virginity.
I pull my hands out of his and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him soft and sweet.
"Take me, Tucker."
He picks me up, and his kiss deepens as he kneels onto the bed, pulling us both down towards the headboard.
"With pleasure." He grins.
Tucker
I know she’s lying about not avoiding me but right now, I can’t waste a minute arguing with her.
I should press her on the issue but how can I think straight when she’s in my hands, half-naked and asking me to do whatever I want with her.
I pull her up with me to the top of the bed and lay her head on the pillow. I want her comfortable, because I plan on taking my sweet time tonight.
My hands begin exploring every inch of her body. Not that my hands need a road map. They already remember every curve, every angle, every dick-stiffening peak and valley.
My mouth starts to salivate at the thought of mapping it all over again with my tongue.
As my fingers trail over the soft fabric of her boy shorts, her breath hitches. I slowly push the material to the side and my fingers find the wetness between her thighs. Already primed and ready for me to coat myself in it and slide home.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"God, yes."
It’s all I need to hear as I sink one finger inside, feeling the warm tightness I remember all too well.
"More, Tucker. I need more."
I add another finger as I push back inside of her. Her moans make me feel invincible. I know what this girl likes, and I’m going to deliver the best orgasm of her life.
The urgency in making this good for her is building. I have to make sure that at the end of tonight, she can’t walk away from me. Just like I can’t walk away from her.
She’s on the brink - I can feel it as her body begins to pulsate around my fingers.
I bend down and take her beautiful peach-colored nipple into my mouth, using my tongue to run circles around the hard nub. She moans louder as more liquid coats my fingers.
She’s turned on and I can feel the evidence. My own arousal turns my erection rock hard, but that will have to wait.
"You want more, Lexi?"
She nods vigorously. Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on every move I make. She’s too far gone to speak, and I just about erupt in my boxer briefs watching her take everything I’m offering.
"Can you take it?" I add a third finger to her sweet center.
"Tucker," she whimpers.
I bend down to her ear. "Come, baby. I’ve got you."
And then she does.
I watch her contently, still hovering above her as she comes back down to earth.
Her eyes flutter open and when our eyes connect, there’s something there that wasn’t earlier. Softness and understanding. I hope the understanding that what we have is too good to give up.
"How was that?" I smirk.
She smiles. "Like heaven. But I already know how good you are."
I can’t help the puff in my chest.
"And to think, you walked away from these magic fingers."
She laughs.
I can’t contain my smile at successfully making this girl happy, even just for a moment. "Why was that again?"
Her face sobers slightly. "We’ve been through this."
"I know, I know." I say in an attempt to stop her from going through the list again. I made a mistake reintroducing the issue after I had thoroughly loosened her up. Idiot! "Forget it. We’re together right now. That’s all that matters."
She searches my eyes while brushing her thumb over my cheek.
"We have tonight. Let’s not waste it," she says as she lifts her head to kiss me.
She wraps her fingers around my neck and pulls me down with her. I go willingly, like a lamb to slaughter.
This is the best way to die. Wrapped up in Lexi Benson.
"Do you have a condom?" she asks as she breaks our kiss.
I nod.
More blood rushes to the appendage that needs her the most. I’m torn between jumping off the bed to recover the condom from my wallet but equally not wanting to let go of Lexi for the few seconds needed to grab it.
Reluctantly, I leave the bed in search of my pants.
When I return, I stand by the bedside and rip the package, rolling the condom on. Lexi watches every movement I make as I fist my cock, making sure it’s secure.
As I climb back onto the bed, Lexi pulls me down against her, grabbing my dick and lining it up against her wet entrance.
"Wait, Lex. I need to make sure you’re wet enough for me."
Lifting her head, her sweet lips caress my ear lobe. She whispers, "I remember how big you are, Tucker. I love the way you stretch me."
That’s it. That's all I can take. I can’t hold back anymore. No mortal man could when this beautiful woman asks you to take her.
I push slowly, only allowing my tip to slide inside.
She moans as I rock slowly, letting her body take a little at a time.
"I need you," she pleads.
"Fuck, baby. I need you too," I say as I give her more of me.
She whimpers at my size. I take her mouth with mine to inhale her sounds. I want them more than I want my next breath.
"Take all of me, Lex." I push to completely seat myself inside of her.
"Tucker! Oh, God." She moans as her tight channel stretches around my huge cock.
"So goddamn good," I mutter as I slide in and out of her.
I’m holding on to my own self control as I attempt to keep myself together long enough to get her off again. Being buried in her is the best feeling this world has to offer me, and I’m taking it.
"I’m so close," she whispers.
"Me too. Let go. I want to feel you come while I’m deep inside of you."
Lexi’s pussy starts to tighten around me as she digs her nails into my back and goes off. The feeling sets my own climax barreling through me as I come right after her.
I smile to myself as I know I’ll be checking out where she marked me in the bathroom mirror after this. They’ll be battle scars I’m proud to wear.
I take a second to catch my breath and then I kiss her forehead as I lay beside her. She’s spent after back-to-back orgasms, and I need her to rest so she’s ready to go again.
If tonight is all I have, I don’t plan on sleeping a single second.