21. Bex
Chapter 21
Bex
Was there still music playing?
I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my heart hammering against my ribcage as I awaited Tucker’s answer to my question.
If he said no . . .
No, he wouldn’t. Not after he confessed his love, confirmed my belief that we were soulmates, and admitted that he’d been just as miserable without me as I’d been without him all this time.
Not after building that house. For me.
Deciding to give him a push, words that had sat dormant inside my brain for a decade but were never said aloud rose to the surface.
“I love you, Tucker.”
His tortured eyes slammed shut, and a stuttered exhale flew past his lips. “Never thought I’d hear you say that again.”
Watery laughter bubbled up from my chest. “You and me both. But it’s true. I never stopped either. Not when you broke my heart. Not when you married another woman. Not even when I was engaged to another man.” Sucking in a ragged breath, I went for broke. “It’s always been you, Tuck. You own my heart and my soul, and now there’s only one piece of me left to claim. And I want to give it to you, tonight, if you’ll let me.”
The hands that fell to my waist trembled.
“Tell me that’s what you want too. To take me home and make me scream.”
Tucker’s grip tightened a split second before his eyes snapped open, revealing the blazing inferno roaring to life in their blue depths.
His voice was deep, rough even, when he spoke next. “You can’t talk like that in public, Bex.”
“What happened to not caring about other people?” A smirk formed on my lips as I threw his earlier words back at him.
Hauling me closer until my breasts were pressed to his rapidly rising chest, he brought his face an inch away from mine. “I said I didn’t care what they saw . Never did I say that I didn’t care what they heard. The mere thought of another man picturing what I’m going to do to you the minute I get you alone and strip away this dress has me seeing red.”
I burst out laughing, thinking he was joking because the idea of Tucker being possessive was ludicrous.
But my lips slammed shut when I caught the steel glint in his eyes.
Oh shit. He’s serious.
A rumble vibrated from his chest. “It’s almost enough to have me putting you over my knee.”
Mouth going dry, my tongue darted out to moisten my lips. “Isn’t there some kind of oath you take as a doctor to do no harm?”
Tucker chuckled darkly, dipping his head to speak directly into my ear without being overheard. “You know, I had to look really hard to find it, but there’s a clause that renders that oath void when a naughty little brunette runs her mouth. ”
My throat bobbed on an involuntary swallow, and my lust-drunk brain made a unilateral decision that if I was in for a penny, I might as well be in for a pound.
“Then I probably shouldn’t mention that it’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties, Dr. Grant”—a visible shudder ran through his body when I addressed him professionally on a purr—“because they’d be absolutely ruined. And that if we don’t get out of here soon, I’m gonna need to sneak off to the bathroom to take the edge off.”
A cry lodged in my throat, begging to be set free, when his teeth sank into my earlobe.
It was a warning. That he wasn’t going to hold back from using pain to aid in my pleasure. But all it did was make me need more. Right fucking now.
“Tucker,” I panted.
“Bex.” He groaned my name when I clutched at his lower back, holding him in place as I shamelessly ground my hips against his hard cock. I’d never been granted the pleasure of having it inside me, and that denial made me borderline feral for it now.
Mindless with need, I rasped, “Take me home right now because I’m about two seconds away from dropping to my knees in the middle of this dancefloor.”
He sucked in a sharp breath before growling, “Over my dead body, you will.”
Breathless, I taunted, “What happened to not caring what other people see , baby?”
“Goddammit, woman,” Tucker gritted out. “I was gonna take my time with you, savor each moment, but now . . . oh now, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be walking bow-legged tomorrow.”
My hand slid into the back pocket of his suit pants, and I relished the feel of his tight ass tensing when I gave it a firm squeeze.
Pressing my lips to the side of his neck, they curled into a smile as I spoke against his skin. “Aw, darn.”
My unapologetic tone made it clear that I was not sorry in the least for unleashing the rougher side of Tucker. The boy I knew from long ago had been so careful and considerate when performing sexual acts, but that wasn’t going to cut it tonight. No, I wanted him to leave marks on my body that matched the invisible ones imprinted on my soul.
“So . . .” I drew the word out slowly. “What’s it gonna be?”
Nothing but his harsh breathing sounded in my ear.
Okay, then.
I bent my knees, my intent clear, and that was enough to spur Tucker into action. His hands gripped my elbows, keeping me upright.
“Home. Now,” he grunted before bending in half and tossing me over his shoulder.
The world was upside down as he carried me toward where all the cars were parked. We were halfway there when a voice called out behind us, “Hair pulling it is. Mighty kind of you for clearing that up for me, Doc!”
Tucker spun around so quickly that I yelped.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”
The haze surrounding my brain cleared enough to place the owner of that voice. Aspen’s meemaw. Of all the people to catch Tucker carting me out of here like a caveman, it had to be her.
“Have a nice evening, you two. And remember, consent is crucial.”
“For the love of God,” Tucker muttered as he spun on his heel, hightailing it for his truck.
Hysterical laughter bubbled up from my chest .
Tucker had said to let ’em talk earlier when we’d been making out in plain sight.
We’d just given this town enough to talk about until Christmas.
Tucker’s fingers flexed on my thigh, where they’d taken up a permanent residence during the drive from the Sullivans’ ranch to his home on the opposite side of town.
The house of my dreams was sitting right before us through the windshield. The weight of what we were about to do hung heavily in the air.
We sat there for a moment in silence. When the anticipation grew so thick that it threatened to choke me, I reached for the door handle.
If he wasn’t going to make a move, then I would.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Tucker’s deep words of warning sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
Never discount a country boy’s manners. It was practically an insult to deny him the privilege of opening the door for me.
“We doing this in the car, then?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Don’t tempt me,” he shot back as he swung the driver’s side door open and hopped out.
Flushed and achy, I couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto my lips.
The girl I used to be before leaving Rust Canyon would never have been so bold as I was earlier on that dance floor. She would never have pushed Tucker’s buttons, forcing him to take action. She would have been frightened at the idea of rough sex because she didn’t understand how good it could be .
The Bex Crawford I was now had been forged in fire. The past had changed me, made me stronger, braver.
I was ready to be owned by Tucker Grant.
Cool air rushed over my heated skin when the door beside me was wrenched open. I reached for Tucker, frowning when something held me back.
A barely contained chuckle sounded from the man as he reached a hand over my lap and pressed the button to release the latch of the seat belt. He didn’t have to say a word for me to know what he was thinking. I wouldn’t have made it very far in my attempt to let myself out of the vehicle; my impulsiveness had caused me to skip a crucial step.
He thought it was funny that I was so hopped up on hormones that I couldn’t see straight, let alone think straight? Fine. I’d wipe that smirk off his face.
The minute my feet touched down on solid ground, I turned the tables.
My hand slid from its perch on his shoulder, moving down his chest and not stopping until my palm rested over his erection, straining against the front of his pants. Instead of rubbing, I squeezed with enough pressure to make him hiss.
“There’s no one around for miles.”
His hoarse words sank in slowly. He was telling me that if I wanted to make good on my promise to drop to my knees out in the open, he wouldn’t stop me this time.
I searched his eyes, seeking permission. Tucker gave the slightest dip of his chin.
Good enough for me.
The light pouring from the cab of the truck at my back was enough to see what I was doing when I threaded the leather of his belt through the buckle before undoing the button of his pants and lowering the zipper .
Before doing anything else, I lifted my gaze, keeping it locked with his as I lowered to kneel in the dirt.
Tucker’s rough swallow was audible, and he tangled one hand in my hair.
We’d never done it like this. In the past, he’d always been lying down when I used my mouth to make him feel good.
That position had allowed me the freedom to explore at my own pace. This one put him in control.
The throbbing between my thighs intensified, growing impossible to ignore.
With one hand, I tugged on the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. With the other, I rucked up my skirt enough to shove my hand beneath it.
The groan from above was so loud that I peeked up. Twin blue flames stared back at me, practically glowing in the darkness.
“Fuck, baby. Does the idea of sucking my cock turn you on that much? That you can’t keep from touching yourself while you get me off?”
My lashes fluttered at his dirty words.
Gripping his stiff shaft, Tucker stroked the length of it a few times before bringing the tip to my lips, smearing the precum that had leaked out across them. My tongue darted out, desperate for a taste. When the salty flavor of him burst across my taste buds, a moan worked its way up my throat and into the night air.
Tucker’s grip on my hair tightened, his voice growing deeper as he commanded, “Open.”
My lips parted automatically, granting him entry. Slowly, he fed me his cock, inch by inch, until the blunt end reached the back of my throat. When a slight gag sounded, he pulled back, almost removing himself completely from my mouth before surging forward again.
I hollowed out my cheeks and began to suck in earnest as he set the pace.
“Not going to last long.” His grunted words of warning from above only served to spur me on. I wanted to push him over the edge, to hear my name torn from his throat when he came.
I was so wet that the hand between my thighs was drenched, coated in my arousal, as I rubbed tight circles over my clit, wanting to fall over that cliff with him.
My moans allowed Tucker to slide further down my throat, and a strangled groan sounded as he held himself there, cutting off my air supply for a few seconds before pulling back.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, realizing he might’ve pushed it too far.
Apologies were the last thing I wanted right now.
Dragging my mouth off his cock, my words came out hoarse. “Do it again.”
His jaw hung slack, allowing a surprised exhale to spill past his lips. “Are you sure?”
I could appreciate his concern that maybe I was out of my mind with lust and didn’t know what I was asking for. But I wasn’t an inexperienced teenager anymore. I was a grown-ass woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
And right now, what I wanted was to deep-throat his cock.
Since words weren’t enough to convince him, maybe actions would do the trick.
My pussy practically wept in protest when I removed my hand, but I told her to pipe down. Even if I didn’t get off now, I had no doubt Tucker would rectify that situation—likely more than once—before the evening was over.
In this moment, it was far more important to show the man I loved what I was capable of. To show him I wasn’t fragile and could take just about anything he could dish out .
First, I reached around him with both hands and tugged his pants and boxers down his legs so I could anchor my grip on his firm ass. Then, I took his cock back inside my mouth and used my hold to force him as far down my throat as I could take him.
“Jesus Christ, Bex.” His rasped response was music to my ears.
My eyes flashed up to find him staring down at me with a mix of hunger and awe.
I swallowed around the head of his cock, massaging it with my throat muscles. That was enough to spark action on his part.
Fucking finally.
My cry was cut off, along with my access to oxygen, when my head was wrenched back, held immobile as Tucker’s hips surged.
A hand came to rest along the front of my throat, the grip loose but firm.
“Goddamn, I can fucking feel how deep you’re taking me.”
Black spots danced across my vision, and tears flowed freely down my face, but I didn’t care. My entire focus had narrowed to bringing pleasure to the man standing before me. At any cost.
Sensing I was walking the fine line of consciousness, Tucker pulled back, and my chest heaved as I sucked in gasping lungfuls of air. But it was only a temporary reprieve because as soon as he was confident I’d inhaled enough to keep me from passing out, he pushed back inside my mouth, driving deeper than I thought possible.
His thrusts grew shallow, buried as far down my throat as he could reach with my nose pressed to his pubic bone.
“Feels so fucking good,” he panted on a groan. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
It might sound like a warning, but knowing Tucker, he was asking for permission.
Time to show him I picked up some new tricks during our time apart .
The fingers of one hand were still slick from when I’d been touching myself, so I slid them between his cheeks, putting firm pressure on his asshole. Not enough to push inside, but enough to spark his orgasm.
“Fuck! Bex!” My name was shouted on an earth-shattering cry as his dick swelled inside my mouth, and the first spurt of cum shot down my throat.
I swallowed every last drop, continuing to suck until Tucker shoved me away, claiming he was too sensitive and needed me to stop.
Spent, I collapsed to the dirt. The only sound in the still of the night was our combined harsh breathing as we both recovered from the intensity of the first blow job I’d given him in over a decade.
Our chemistry had been strong as teenagers, but there was no denying it was off the charts as adults.
It was going to be damn near explosive when we finally fucked.