13. Tucker
TUCKER
I don’t think I’ve had a better day.
After lunch at the Hog & Hickory, we came back to the ranch, and every moment that I spend with Dolly in my space, at my house, on my ranch, I know it’s meant to be. She just fits in perfectly with us, and I don’t think Ace or I have ever smiled as much as we do with her.
Ace convinced Dolly to go riding with him, so I stood on the fence at the corral while they rode around.
We’ve played board games, watched television, and we’ve just laid around.
For dinner, I made us all quick sandwiches, and by the time Ace is about to go to bed, I’m half on edge, wanting Dolly more than ever.
“Dad! Dolly!” Ace hollers down the stairs. “Are you going to come and tuck me in?”
Dolly and I are sitting on the couch when we hear him, and I see the surprised expression on her face.
I grab her hand and pull her to her feet.
“Come on, you’re in for a treat. Wait until you see how this kid tries to prolong his bedtime.
He’s going to have us read a book, he’s going to want to tell us everything that happened today, and then he’ll want to talk about what we have planned for tomorrow. ”
Dolly looks almost giddy and claps her hands together. “Oh, how exciting!”
As soon as we get to the top of the steps, I pull her against me, lean down, and whisper, “Oh, honey, I have more exciting plans for later.”
She blushes prettily, and my cock expands in my jeans.
I stand outside of Ace’s room. “Go on in, I’ll be there in a minute.”
She looks at me questioningly, and I gesture to my manhood, then she blushes again. She pats me on the shoulder and walks into Ace’s room.
I stand outside and take a few deep breaths, and once I feel like I’ve got some kind of control over my libido, I walk into my son’s bedroom. He already has Dolly sitting on the edge of the bed, book in her lap, reading.
I sit in the chair across the room and listen to her sweet voice as she reads from Ace’s favorite book. After two read-throughs, I stand up. “All right, time for sleep, son.”
He nods his head. “Dolly, are you going to be here in the morning? We can make pancakes together again.”
She doesn’t even look at me. “Nope, I need to go home.”
“Awww.” Ace whines.
She just laughs and tickles his side. “I gotta go home, kiddo, before I wear out my welcome.”
Ace looks up at me. “What does ‘wear out my welcome’ mean?”
I lean down and ruffle my son’s hair. “It means that someone has stayed too long and they’re no longer welcome.”
Ace gasps. “Dolly! You’re welcome. I think you should stay forever. We could make pancakes every day for breakfast, and we can go riding and play games.”
Dolly looks up at me, and I don’t know if she thinks I’m going to be uncomfortable with what my son is saying, but I’m not. “He has a point, Dolly. If you were here all the time, we could have a lot of fun.”
“See!” Ace shouts. “Even Dad agrees.”
Dolly laughs. “Okay, okay, you guys are going to gang up on me, I see.” She leans over and kisses Ace’s forehead. “I have to go home tonight, but I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He scrunches his nose up, and there’s doubt on his face. Dolly holds her pinky out to him. “I pinky promise. And you know if I make a pinky promise, I keep it.”
He hooks his finger with hers. “Love you, Dolly.”
Dolly’s voice gets all soft and emotional. “I love you too, Ace.”
I lean over and hug my son. “Love you, Ace. See you in the morning.”
I have to practically pull Dolly from the room, and it’s not until we’re back downstairs on the couch that she breaks her silence. “He said he loved me.”
I don’t know why she seems surprised by it, but I hold her hand and try to talk to her about it. “Honey, you had to know he loves you.”
She nods and then shrugs. “I mean, I know he does, but he’s never said it, that’s all.”
The fact she has no idea how much she means to my son and to me makes me sad. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and she doesn’t have a clue about her worth. “Come here.”
She scoots toward me until our legs are touching, but that’s not enough. I pat my lap. “Come here.”
She points at me. “I’m too big to sit on your lap.”
I pat my thigh again. “Dolly, you’re talking nonsense now. Sit on my lap, honey.”
She’s reluctant about it but does as I ask.
When she’s settled her weight on me, I circle my arms around her.
“Baby, I don’t know who hurt you in the past, but if I knew who it was, I’d kick their ass.
You’re the most special, beautiful, generous, loving woman I’ve ever known.
I wish you could see how amazing you are. ”
She loops her arms around my neck and leans into me. “If you’re trying to get into my pants with your charm and compliments, you can stop now. I don’t need all that, Tucker. I want you.”
A growl escapes me before I can contain it. The fact that she wants me makes me crazy, and I pull her hips against me so she can feel my erection on her hip. “You keep talking like that, I’m not going to be able to hold back, Dolly.”
She presses herself into me. “I don’t want you to hold back.”
I toss her onto her back on the couch and then hover over her. I look into her big blue eyes and cup her face in my hands. “I want to kiss you.”
Her eyes widen. “Okay.”
I smirk at her. “Okay?”
She nods. “Yeah, I want you to kiss me. I’ve dreamt about it enough, I would like to know what the real thing feels like.”
Slowly, I lower myself and softly press my lips to hers. I intended to go slow and take my time, but our lips touching is too much for me to handle. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, and when she gasps, I stroke my tongue along hers.
She whimpers, and I bring a hand to cup her breast. She jolts against me, arching her back, pressing her breast into my hand. “Yes,” she moans.
I need more. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up her body. She raises her head up and looks toward the stairs. “What if Ace comes down?”
I groan and lean my head against her chest. “Fuck.” I raise my head to look at her. “We’re not having sex tonight, Dolly.”
She raises her eyebrows. “We’re not?”
She wants to, that much is obvious, and she almost looks disappointed. “No, baby, when I take you, I want to have you in my bed all night long and not have to worry about anything else but pleasing you.”
She trembles, and I kiss her lips again. “With all that being said, would you come to my room with me?”
Her eyes widen, and I shake my head, making sure we’re clear. “I want to—I need to—touch you, and I don’t want to do it here and have little eyes see us.”
She nods her head. “Yes.”
I don’t wait a second more. I stand up and help her from the couch. I lead her down the hall and into my bedroom. As soon as we’re inside, I close and lock the door behind us. I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Take your shirt off.”
She grips her shirt in her hands, and there’s a flash of insecurity before she pulls her shoulders back and draws her shirt up her body.
She tosses it to the chair, and my mouth goes dry. “Pants,” I grunt.
She immediately undoes her pants and slowly lowers them down her thighs. When she has them past her pretty, pink-painted toes, she tosses them on the chair with her shirt.
It’s like there’s something lodged in my throat until she stands up in only her bra and panties. She puts her hands on her hips. “Now what?”
Shattered, I stutter, “Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
She walks slowly to me but stops before I can reach her.
When her hands go behind her back, my hands fist in my lap in anticipation.
She undoes her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders, and when her breasts are bared to me, I can no longer sit still.
I stand up, hovering over her. Like a caveman, I pick her up, and her legs go around my waist. I dip my head and nuzzle my face into her breast before suckling her.
Her back arches, and one of her hands goes to the back of my head to hold me to her.
I move from one breast to the other and then lay her gently on my bed.
I grip each side of her panties and pull them down, tossing them over to the chair.
When she’s completely naked, my first thought is that I want to keep her right here, naked in my bed, forever. I climb onto the bed and put a hand on each knee, pushing her thighs open.
She grips the covers, and I when I kiss her lower belly, her hips buck.
She moans my name, and I have every intention of going slowly, but as soon as I taste her, there’s no holding back.
I part her lips and lick her swollen folds.
When I nudge her engorged clit, she bucks again.
I circle her with my tongue and then suck her into my mouth. “Yes,” she moans.
I’ll never get enough of her, and when her orgasm hits, she writhes under me, but I don’t stop.
I softly lick her, tasting her arousal, and when she comes down, I take her to the edge again.
Over and over, I kiss, touch, lick, and please her.
I don’t stop until she’s begging me to, telling me it’s too much.
Her eyes are hooded as I climb up her body and lie next to her.
As soon as she catches her breath, I pull her to me.
“Wow,” she says. “I had no idea.”
I kiss the top of her head. I should say something, but I’m speechless. Dolly is an addiction, and I can’t imagine letting her go. Not now, not ever.
Her hand slides down my chest, and when she reaches for my belt buckle, even though I want her hands on me, I have to stop her. She raises her head to look at me. “Tuck, I thought?—”
I cup her face in my hand. “Honey, not until you’re ready.”
She laughs. “I am ready. I think you felt how ready I am.”
My cock is practically vibrating in my pants, and I would love some relief, but I’m not going to give in. Not yet.
“If you were ready, you wouldn’t want to hide us.”
She sits up, pulling the sheet around her, and as soon as she hides her body from me, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. “Baby, please.”
She pulls her knees up under her chin. “I don’t think you get it, Tuck. You’re you, and I’m me.”
I sit up too, not following where she’s going. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs and looks so sad, I wish I could take away whatever it is that is hurting her. She won’t even look at me. “It means that you are Tucker Yates, most eligible bachelor in Big Wood and the best bull rider in Tennessee!”
I shake my head, not understanding.
She slides from the bed, and with the sheet wrapped around her, she starts pacing. “I’m nobody. I’m a school teacher and have never been out of Big Wood. I’m too loud, too big, too much. You should be with a woman like Karla, not with me.”
I stand up from the bed, and when she tenses as I get close, I stand my ground in front of her but don’t touch her. “You think I should be with a woman that puts herself before her kid?”
She looks surprised. “What? No, of course not. I meant how Karla is beautiful?—”
I cut her off. “Dolly, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
You’re letting everything Karla has ever said to you fill your head.
She always made you feel less than, and she wasn’t nice to you.
You can’t let her ruin what we could have together.
You’re the only woman that I’ve ever wanted to settle down with.
I want to be with you. And until you’re ready for that, I think—I know—we should wait before we take this any further.
I’m telling you right now, baby, once I have you, I’m never letting you go. ”
Because her standing in my bedroom in only a sheet is too much temptation, I pick her clothes up and slowly start dressing her. I kiss her skin before I cover it, and when she is fully clothed, I’m so hard I could hammer nails.
I ignore the erection in my pants. “Come on. Let’s get some ice cream and sit on the porch.”
I send her outside while I get us some scoops and I take a minute to calm my raging hormones. My cock is pretty pissed at me right now, and I can’t say I blame it. I had a woman—my woman—ready and willing, and I put her off. I hope I’m making the right decision.
As I let the screen door slam behind me, I watch Dolly swinging on my porch. She slows it down so I can sit next to her, and I hand her a bowl.
We eat, listening to the sounds of the ranch, and it all feels perfect. For the first time, my heart feels at ease, and I’ll do anything I have to do to keep this feeling because the three of us deserve happiness, and I know we’ll get it if we’re together.