7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Evie
E verything was going to be fine.
I kept repeating that over and over as I showered. Partly because I hoped I could convince myself it was true, but the main reason was so I wouldn’t think too much about the fact that I was using Mason ’s shower.
And we’d made out last night.
My face burned as I remembered the way I climbed onto his lap. I was rubbing on him like a cat in heat, and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, the instant Tucker had knocked on the door, Mason had switched it all off and left. I’d gone to sleep alone, and I woke up the same way.
“Stop,” I told myself firmly, as if saying it out loud was going to have some magical effect on my brain’s inability to just let it the fuck alone.
“It doesn’t matter that they were the two best kisses in your life.” I kept talking, counting on the noise from the shower to keep my conversation with myself private. “And it definitely doesn’t matter that now you know you weren’t building up the memory of how good your first kiss with Mason was.”
I was just grateful that Mason didn’t know he’d been my first kiss ever. The cocky asshole would never let me live it down.
I finished rinsing the conditioner from my hair and turned off the shower. As I dried off, I let my mind wander to something safe. Namely, how much nicer the clubhouse was than I’d imagined. Outside and inside, it looked like a real home, only much bigger. Well, bigger and with public sex being a common thing.
Idly, I wondered if any of the club women had ever tried to get the guys to use a better term than sluts , or if that was actually part of the appeal. I got the old lady thing, because it was at least said with respect, especially here, but sluts just made me cringe. Maybe I’d ask Jenna or Sue if the guys ever used that term around them. I couldn’t see my friend or her mom allowing it.
I was still thinking about words and their meanings, playing over the possibility of turning that into a song, when I tucked in the edge of the towel to keep it in place and left the bathroom, stepping into Mason’s room…which was not as empty as I’d left it.
“What the fuck, Evie?!” Tucker broke the startled silence as he quickly reached over and closed the door. “You want everyone to see you half naked? What the hell kinda shit did you get up to in Nashville?”
“Bite me, Tucker,” I snapped, clutching my towel closer and trying to pretend my face was hot was because I was pissed, not embarrassed.
Or turned on. Because the way Tucker was staring at me had my stomach doing flips.
“Don’t you knock?” I asked. “This isn’t your room.”
“No,” he said. “It’s Mason’s.” His eyes darkened. “Is that why you came out in a towel? You were hoping he’d be here?”
“No, you idiot.” I rolled my eyes. “I came out in a towel because, one, I forgot to take my clothes into the bathroom with me and didn’t realize it until I was already in the shower, and, two, since he didn’t sleep in here last night, I assumed that meant you guys were actually going to give me a little privacy.”
“But you did kiss him, right?”
He came toward me slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. There was no reason for it to send a thrill down my spine, but it did.
“You sat right there on the bed and kissed. Let him touch you.”
My pulse fluttered madly and, suddenly, there wasn’t enough air in the room. I wasn’t used to this with Tucker. Levi was the one who could scare me and turn me on at the same time. Tucker—even when he was an ass—had been safe. Even safer than Mason. What I felt right now was anything but safe. Except I knew this wasn’t the sort of danger that would end with me being physically hurt. No, the lust radiating from Tucker promised that only good things would come out of letting him catch me.
“He told me,” Tucker said. “All of it.”
I’d probably be pissed at Mason for that later, but right now, all I could focus on was the man in front of me. A look of determination settled on his face, as if he’d made some sort of decision. What he said next knocked me for a loop.
“I’ll be damned if I’m the only one of my brothers who hasn’t kissed you.”
Then he closed the distance between us in two quick strides and covered my mouth with his. I didn’t know if it was because I’d recently experienced surprise kisses with Levi and Mason, or because it was Tucker, but it barely took me a second to start kissing him back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, going up on my toes so he didn’t have to bend quite so far. His tongue pushed between my lips, greedily plundering my mouth, as if he’d been dreaming of this as long as I had. I pressed my body against his, not caring that I was probably getting his clothes wet. Based on the thick bulge I felt against my belly, he didn’t care either.
When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavily and my head was spinning. Instead of immediately stepping away, regretting his impulsive decision like his brothers had done, his grip on my hip tightened. With his eyes locked on mine, he moved us until my back came up against the wall. I sucked in a deep breath, and my towel finally gave up trying to stay put. I tried to grab it, but Tucker caught my hands.
“Don’t.” His voice was rough, sending goosebumps breaking out all across my skin. “Let me look at you.”
I swallowed hard, nerves fluttering, but I nodded. I’d only ever slept with Randall, and he’d never been kind about the fact that I was curvier than was popular, but despite my issues with the Bradshaw brothers, the one thing they’d never done was make me feel fat. The hungry look on Tucker’s face as his gaze ran down my body did more for my self-esteem than any—mostly backhanded—compliment Randall had ever given me.
“Damn, Evie.” Tucker shook his head. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“My turn.” I tried to reach for his shirt, but he pinned my arms above my head, easily holding both wrists in one hand.
“Be a good girl, Evie.”
The edge to his words made me catch my breath. This was a side of Tucker I’d never imagined.
His free hand wandered over my body. Cupping a breast. Tweaking a nipple between his finger and thumb. Sliding down over the curve of my hip and then back to palm my ass. Everywhere his hand went, my skin burned, but it wasn’t enough. Just as I was about to start begging, he did something unexpected.
He went to his knees.
“Tucker…” My hands dropped to his shoulders. “You don’t have to—”
“Shut up, Evie.” He growled the words as he pushed my legs apart. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for years.”
His confession left me speechless, but as soon as he pressed his mouth against me, I found my voice again.
“Tucker!”
His tongue ran from my core all the way up to my clit, flicking against the bundle of nerves before going back down to thrust inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, the unfamiliar sensations overwhelming me. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel.
“Tucker, please, please…”
The pressure building inside me was too much. I was going to explode. I’d gotten myself off before, but this was already bigger than anything I’d felt in the past.
And Randall had never even gotten me close.
“Fucking delicious,” Tucker muttered, shifting so he was more firmly between my legs.
I let out an embarrassing squeak as he lifted me. My eyes flew open in time to watch him hook my legs over his shoulders before he buried his face between my legs again. His tongue plunged into me, almost like he was kissing my pussy the same way he had my mouth.
“Oh…oh…please…fuck…Tucker…”
Words poured out of my mouth as I raced toward orgasm. I grabbed his hair, twisting the strands even as I pushed my hips against his face. I needed more.
As if he could read my mind, he licked up my seam to where my throbbing clit was waiting. I cried out wordlessly as he focused all of his attention right there. Tight circles and quick back-and-forth flicks had me shaking as I struggled to process the enormity of what I was feeling. Then he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck, increasing the suction until I came apart.
I barely had the presence of mind to cover my mouth as a scream ripped out of me. I couldn’t have stopped it any more than I could stop the waves of pleasure rolling, pulling me under.
And Tucker didn’t stop. His lips and tongue kept moving over me, coaxing me to go even higher before gradually easing me down. When he finally set me back on my feet, my knees buckled. He chuckled as he caught me, but I didn’t mind his laughter right now. Not when he’d made me forget everything else going on in my world. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I intended to savor these few peaceful moments while I still could.