25. Tucker
Chapter 25
Tucker
The rain soaked through my clothes, and a bone-deep chill had settled in by the time we reached my pickup. There was no way either of us would survive the hour-long drive home without getting hypothermia.
Hitting the unlock button on my key fob, I wrenched open the back door and practically shoved Bex in ahead of me. I climbed in behind her, sealing us inside.
Even as the cabin lights faded and darkness surrounded us, I could hear her teeth chattering.
“Clothes off.” A hint of panic laced that command.
“W-what? No!” She hugged her middle. “I’m t-too cold.”
“The wet clothes are only going to make it worse. I need you to trust me and take them off.” When she hesitated, my tone grew firm. “Now, Bex!”
She flinched at my raised voice, but much to my relief, she finally listened, peeling the drenched cotton of her T-shirt away from her skin and over her head. One more protest from her, and I would have been forced to do the job myself. There wasn’t time to argue when her health was at risk .
I tossed my hat on the dash, leaning forward to turn on the ignition and crank up the heat before yanking my own shirt off. By the time it cleared my vision, I saw Bex with her brow wrinkled, huffing in frustration as her shaking fingers struggled to work the soaked denim down her thighs.
Leaping into action, I gripped the rough fabric and tugged. It took some shimmying on Bex’s part, but together, we wrestled the jeans off her. They landed on the floor with a sloppy-sounding thud.
“Underwear too.” I lifted my hips to work off my pants, dragging my boxers along with them.
This time, Bex didn’t offer a single word of argument, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra before slipping off her panties.
With both of us completely naked, I opened my arms. “Come here.”
She crawled onto my lap, and I pulled our chests flush. Her body trembled violently against mine, and I willed the heat to warm the cabin faster.
My hands rubbed up and down her back. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Bex’s nod into the crook of my neck was the only response I got back.
I clutched her tighter to me, my eyes squeezing shut as the pain of helplessness caused physical agony.
It was a rare form of torture, waiting for skin-to-skin contact to raise our body temperatures. If given the choice, I would give all of my body heat to her. Hell, I’d give anything to stop her suffering.
Slowly, her chilled skin began to warm, starting at her chest before spreading outward.
But there wasn’t time to relish the relief coursing through me because Bex rocked her hips over mine, and the blistering inferno of her pussy settled directly over my cock.
Now was definitely not the time, but my dick had a mind of its own and swelled to life .
“Bex, we shouldn’t.” My warning came out weak as my hands dropped to grip her hips.
A soft moan reached my ears as warm lips found my neck, biting and sucking.
“I need you, Tucker.”
Fuck, how was I supposed to say no to this woman? It was damn near impossible.
She lifted onto her knees, gripped the base of my cock, and teased the head through her slit, coating it with her arousal.
My head dropped back on a groan. Why was this a bad idea again?
All rational thought fled when she lined us up and sank down, her hot pussy molding around my shaft.
Lungs seizing, I held my breath, trying not to come on the spot.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I gritted out.
That sparked something in the back of my brain. She felt too good.
My eyes sprang open. “Condom.”
Bex planted her hands on my shoulders, using them for leverage as she rose a few inches and slid back down.
“I have an implant, but you can pull out if you want.”
The idea was laughable. What man didn’t want to come inside the woman he loved without a barrier between them?
Something snapped inside me. Sensible Tucker, who warned there was a failure rate on any form of birth control, was shoved out of the way as Primal Tucker, who wanted nothing more than for his swimmers to beat those odds, rose to the surface.
My fingers dug into the skin of Bex’s hips, and on her next upstroke, I slammed her down, eliciting a scream torn from the back of her throat that echoed through the tight space of the cabin.
I didn’t give her a moment to recover before I did it again. And again .
“Is that what you want? For me to pull out? Or do you want me to fill you up? To be stuffed so full of my cum that it’s leaking out of you the entire drive home?”
Her harsh breathing hitched, and she swallowed around a whimper as she nodded.
“No,” I grunted as my balls drew up tight in warning. Going bare meant I wasn’t going to last long. “Need to hear you say it.”
“Yes!” she cried as I bounced her on my cock. “Please, Tucker. Fill me up!”
Those words acted like a trigger on my orgasm. It ripped through me instantly, the pleasure stealing the breath from my lungs, but I kept pumping, determined to empty every last drop inside her.
“Tuck! Oh God!” Her nails pierced my flesh as her pussy clamped down around me, signaling her own release.
Our rhythm slowed once we were both spent, and Bex collapsed against me.
My hand stroked her damp hair, and I pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
The vibration of her resulting hum tickled my chest.
How the hell we’d turned a near medical emergency into the hottest sex of my life, I would never know.
If I weren’t already sold on a forever with Bex, I’d be signing up immediately after getting a taste of what our life together could look like.
She was perfect for me. We were perfect together.
Now all that was left to do was convince her to stay.
“So, you’re on board to issue a quarantine order for the whole town to contain the smallpox outbreak?”
My head snapped up. “What?!”
Felicity smirked from where she stood on the threshold of my office. “Wondered what it was going to take to get your attention. You’ve been nodding with a vacant stare in your eyes for the past ten minutes I’ve been talking to you.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “Sorry. My mind’s been elsewhere today.”
“I’ll say.” She let out a light laugh. “This have anything to do with that girl every patient I’ve seen today has been telling me about? The one who’s apparently your long-lost love?”
“Her name is Bex, and yes.” I purposely left out the part about how every time I’d been called Dr. Grant today, my dick had twitched, thinking of the way she said it in that sexy voice, knowing it brought me to my knees.
“You’ll have to introduce us. From the sounds of it, the two of you were—are—quite an item.”
“She’s only here for a couple more days.” Fuck, even saying that out loud was like a knife twisting in my gut.
Felicity hummed. “That’s a shame.”
It was a damn tragedy, but I kept that to myself.
“If it were me? I’d be finding ways to make the most of the time I had left.”
“Believe me, I’m tryin’,” I huffed .
“That’s funny. Because I didn’t see her around these parts at lunchtime. Seems like a missed opportunity, but what do I know?”
My mouth dropped open. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of that?
Because you were too busy replaying the vision of Bex riding your dick in the backseat of your truck to focus on much else.
Felicity’s smug words sounded. “Can’t wait to meet her.” With a knock on the doorframe, she walked away.
Leaning back in my desk chair, I shook my head on a laugh.
You had to love small towns, where everyone had an opinion on your life. I guess it was lucky for me that everyone was rooting for Bex and me to get back together.
With all of Rust Canyon on our side, how could we possibly lose?