Chapter 24
PROMISES, PROMISES.
Scottie
I toss Tucker’s shirt aside and he tracks its movement.
When his eyes are back on mine, he has one brow raised and a smirk on his face.
This was not what I had planned for the night, but I’m glad I took him up on his offer for dinner.
I didn’t expect to ask Tucker about San Francisco, but the words just rolled out of me.
Now I’m sitting here, with him standing between my legs, and begging him for more.
He hasn’t moved since tossing his shirt to the side, and my body feels like it’s on the edge of combustion. He stares at me, trying to figure out if I mean the words I’m saying.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” I say, hoping he understands.
A muscle in his jaw tightens before he steps closer. The space between us disappears, and the rest of the world fades into static, and I suck in a sharp breath the moment I feel his cock press against me.
I shouldn’t want this the way I do.
The night in the apartment left me feeling the same way I did after waking up in the hotel room alone, like he regretted it. I brushed it off to the heat of the moment and loneliness. Something I’d laugh off later and call it a mistake so we didn’t have to call it real.
But there’s no way it wasn’t.
He looked at me then the same way he’s looking at me now, like he’s starving. He says my name like it belongs on his lips. I’ve tried to pretend, along with the rest of the facade, that I don’t crave it.
The way his hands touched me.
The words he said.
The intense feeling of his eyes on mine the entire time.
But I’m already gone.
This time, I’m not slipping or worried about what’s going to happen after tonight. This time, I’m choosing him.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Because I’m fucking done acting like I don’t want all of you,” he growls. “I’m also done pretending I don’t want to sink my cock into your tight pussy again and hear you scream my name when I make you come over and over and over again.”
The gasp that escapes me is answered by the way his eyes darken.
He closes the distance, stealing the breath from my lungs as his hands settle on my hips in a grounding way.
He kisses me again. It’s deep and sure and hungry.
I kiss him back, as both of our hands roam each other’s body, memorizing each other.
This isn’t adrenaline.
This isn’t fake chemistry.
This is want.
I hook my legs around his waist, and his grip tightens before his hips jerk into me. I moan at the intense feeling of pleasure of feeling his cock against the throb between my legs. My hips roll on instinct, chasing the feeling through my jeans, but it’s not enough.
“Tucker,” I groan.
“Patience, baby,” he whispers against the corner of my mouth. “Let me have this time to savor you before I worship you.”
My head falls back, and he kisses the corner of my lips, down my neck again until he reaches my chest, just above where the line of my tank top sits. He pulls the straps down before pushing the rest of the shirt down, revealing my thin lace bra.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my skin, taking both breasts in his hand.
When he pulls it down, the air makes my nipples harden.
The weight of his stare on my body only intensifies the feeling.
He takes one in his mouth—sucking and biting before doing the same with the other. “Perfect. So. God. Damn. Perfect.”
My hips move on the counter, my body’s way of saying it wants more. No, it needs more.
He stands tall, reaching between us with a smirk on his face. “My girl is begging for a release, isn’t she?”
I nod eagerly.
I feel the way he calls me his girl throughout my entire body.
He unbuttons my jeans, sliding the zipper down painfully slow.
I look down, watching every deliberate movement before I adjust myself enough to allow him to yank the jeans off my legs.
I pull the tank top over my head and toss my lace bra to the side.
I meet his eyes again, and they are already locked on me.
I open my legs, willing him to step back between them.
But he doesn’t.
He doesn’t move.
His eyes trail every inch of exposed skin. This isn’t the first time he’s seen me naked, but it feels like it. I’ve never felt so vulnerable watching him watch me. But at the same time, it’s exhilarating to have him looking at me the way he is.
I don’t feel watched.
I feel chosen.
“You fucking undo me, Scottie.”
“What are you planning to do about it?”
He smirks, sinking to his knees in front of me. My mouth opens, but closes quickly when he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. My body tenses for a moment before it morphs into pleasure.
“First,” he says, kissing the inside of my opposite thigh. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”
I bite down on my bottom lip as he trails his lips farther up my thighs.
He stops just over my pussy. “And then,” he says, his breath on the fabric of my panties only building the anticipation between my legs.
“I’m going to sink my cock into you and make you come again, and again.
I’m going to ruin you the way you’ve already ruined me. ”
“Promises, promises,” I pant.
A devilish grin spreads on his lips as he looks up at me, hooking a finger into the side of my panties and pushing them to the side.
Then he presses his face between my legs, sucking on the bundle of nerves wound so tight.
I cry out almost instantly from the contact.
My head falls back, and my hips rock forward against his face.
He swipes his tongue across my clit before sucking it again.
“Tucker,” I moan, unable to hold it in.
I open my legs wider for him, wanting to feel more. I reach forward, placing my hand on the back of his head, holding him in place as the pressure builds inside of me. Every swipe of his tongue only makes me that much closer to ecstasy.
“That feels so good,” I tell him. “So good.”
He presses one palm against my inner thigh, opening me up even more for him. I rest my foot on the edge of the counter, watching every move he makes. He reaches up with the other hand, inserting one finger in, and it’s only then that my head falls back.
It’s all too much.
“No,” he says, still fucking me with his finger. “Keep watching, Scottie. I want you to see the way I’m devouring you.” I look down between my legs, and the way he’s looking up at me with my arousal coating his lips. “Such a good girl.”
“More,” I say breathlessly.
He replaces his finger with two, and it nearly makes me come right then and there. He swipes his tongue along my clit and fucks me hard with two fingers, hooking them to hit the spot that sends me over the edge.
Stars dance across my vision, and it feels like the world can’t quite contain what’s happening. My entire body feels like a fuse on the edge of an explosion. My breath shudders, quickening to the point I can’t control it. Pleasure coils tight until it feels like I’m going to come undone entirely.
“Come for me, babe,” Tucker rasps.
My thoughts scatter, dissolving into color and heat.
I tip right over the edge, screaming his name like a prayer. Over and over as my orgasm ripples through my body. For a heartbeat, I forget everything—fear and restraint. There’s only release rippling through me in waves.
When it settles, I’m left breathless.
My thoughts come back, and fear grips my chest. If this is what real feels like, no wonder I’ve been afraid of it.
This isn’t about the way he’s touched me or the lines we’ve crossed without looking back.
It’s about everything I’ve been holding at arm’s length.
The feelings that have simmered, waiting for the right second to crash in.
And now they’re here. Undeniable and barreling through me like a freight train.
“Talk to me,” Tucker says, as if sensing the shift in my thoughts.
I look at him, and it’s different, like something inside me has shifted permanently. I know the moment our eyes lock that whatever this is between us is not fleeting or casual.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his and tasting myself on his tongue. It’s eager and hungry and filled with the need for me. I need to feel Tucker in places only he can touch.
“Take me to your room,” I say against his lips.
He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me. I tighten my legs around his waist, refusing to break the kiss as he moves through his house. He kicks the door open, and despite just coming for him, I want it again.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he says, breathlessly against my lips.
“Good,” I pant, setting myself down to my feet in the center of his room. “Because you’ve already ruined me.”
He growls, and before he can do anything else, I press my palm to his chest, pushing him back onto his bed. He falls onto his back, holding himself up by his elbows and grinning. I watch him watch me as I slowly hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slide them down each leg.
“Fuck,” he draws out.
I make my way to the edge of the bed. Leaning over him, I pull the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxer briefs down.
His cock springs free, and he bites down on his bottom lip.
I toss his pants to the side and wrap my hand around his shaft.
I feel heat pool between my legs as I slide my hand up and down.
“You feel like something I didn’t know I’m allowed to have,” Tucker says low.
His words make everything inside me pause. His words have nothing to do with me and everything to do with whatever story he keeps locked behind that funny guy exterior. I’ve always had a feeling that something was there that he refuses to talk about.
But that one sentence tells me more than he ever has.
It tells me he thinks wanting is dangerous.
That he believes good things come with consequences.
That somewhere along the way, he decided he wasn’t deserving of them.