Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Gabby
Tucker’s confession hits me like a blow to chest.
All this time, I’ve been so wrong about…everything.
I don’t think, I act.
I yank Tucker’s mouth to mine, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him like he’s the oxygen I need to breathe. In many ways, Tucker has always been that to me: more essential than air. I was just too scared to admit it, and now that I have, the flood gates of need have been released.
There is no holding back.
I surrender fully to him, desperate to be as close to him as I can.
Our bodies fuse together as he presses me up against the side of Bertha. I arch into him, pressing my breasts into his hard chest. His hand slides beneath the back of the borrowed hoodie, roughly grazing the bare skin of my lower back.
“Fuck, Gabby.”
In the heated frenzy, the oversized sweatpants slip off my hips, dropping below my knees.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” Tucker says as his palm slides over an ass cheek and squeezes. “No panties?”
“Maybe you should punish me, then,” I say, biting his lower lip and tugging on it as my hand reaches between us. He’s as hard as a fucking rod of steel. Fuck, he’s big. “Yes, this will do nicely, don’t you think?”
“Gabriella,” he says, my name both a chant and a plea.
“Punish me, Tucker.” I reach my hand beneath the waistband of his trekking pants and boxers, circling it around his hard length, stroking. “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Tucker. Take off those fucking pants and punish me with your cock.”
His eyes go dark with raw, primal desire.
I greedily bring my lips to his as he shoves his pants out of the way. He lifts one of my legs to his hip, lining his cock at my entrance.
For a single solitary moment, I panic. What the hell am I doing? I’m about to have sex with my best friend. It’s going to change…everything.
But then he thrusts into my pussy with such force my eyes roll in the back of my head. He stills, balls deep inside me, giving my channel time to adjust to the sheer size of him. Of course Tucker Black would have the Hammer of Thor hiding in his fucking pants.
He lifts my other leg, his length still inside me, and I wrap them both around his waist.
“You want me to punish you with this cock, Gabriella?” he growls.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Then you better hold on tight, my love.”
He presses his lips to mine half a second before he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside. I’m given only two seconds before everything turns absolutely savage.
He rails me.
I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life.
I’ve never wanted to be fucked so hard in my life.
But with Tucker, it’s pure, primal need.
I need this deliciously brutal claiming like I’ve never needed anything ever before.
All the times I haven’t felt like I belonged anywhere fade away.
I know deep in my soul that I belong here, with Tucker.
Here in this wild, passionate moment. I feel freer than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
It’s all I can do to hold on as he pummels into me again and again. Bertha rocks against the pressure of our bodies colliding. I hear something crash inside—dishes maybe?—but Tucker doesn’t so much as slow down.
I’ve never come from penetration before, so when pleasure winds in my core, I’m caught off guard. “Oh my—fuck,” I pant. “I’m going to—going to—”
“Come?”
I explode, the intensity of this orgasm making every other orgasm I’ve ever had laughable in comparison.
It’s as though I never truly knew what orgasms were all about.
It’s more than a dimension-hopping experience.
I’m destroyed and put back together all in the span of a fraction of a second, over and over again.
It’s too much, and not even close to enough.
I curse Tucker, begging him never to stop.
“Come inside me,” I beg.
“You sure?”
“Yes, dammit.” I mean to tell him I’m on the pill, but what are words?
I no longer know how to form anything more coherent than a loud moan sure to wake the bears from hibernation.
I vaguely wonder if those bears are actually in hibernation yet, but the thought flees as Tucker stills inside me at long last, filling me with his seed.
Claiming me, like I’m his fucking mate or something.
It’s ridiculous and perfect all the same.
“You’re mine, Gabriella,” he says in a near growl that could rival a grizzly, holding me up because all my limbs are no better than overcooked spaghetti. “You’ll always be mine.”
“Okay, okay. You win. I’ll put the dumping your body in the river plot on hold—for now.”
Tucker laughs loud and long, and it’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. One I could get used to every day—maybe even for the rest of my life.