Chapter 17
TO YOU, THIS IS ALL PRETEND AND FOR SHOW, BUT…
Tucker
This kiss feels like an escape.
My words touched a nerve she didn’t want to wake up, and I can feel it in the way her lips press against mine. I pull back, still pressing my body against hers on the door.
“Scottie.”
She shakes her head, the emotions written on her face. “Stop. Don’t. Just…keep doing this before I change my mind.”
I step back, putting distance between us and hating how cold the room feels without her skin on mine. She looks up at me, shocked that I did.
“I meant what I said. You have no idea what you do to me,” I say, pointing at her, feeling some type of irrational rage inside of me.
“You drive me insane with the back and forth game. You don’t move when I get close or touch you, leading me to think something is there.
I know, to you this is all pretend and for show, but…
” My words trail off, fearing I’ve already said too much and might scare her away.
I’m so gone for this woman.
There’s no mistaking that.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “What you said before. About forgetting the voices.”
“Yeah?”
“How?” she asks. “You don’t even know me.”
I step into her again. My body pulling me toward her on its own. I lift my hand, cupping her face before my hand slides from her jaw to her throat, stopping where her pulse jumps under my palm. My eyes land there and then lift back up to hers.
“Then let me. Let me be the one who does.”
Something inside her cracks just enough that her body relaxes. Her hands find my chest, softly. No urgency in the way she touches me this time. No chasing away the feelings she was trying to hide.
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers to quiet any racing thoughts.
My hands slide to her hips, firm, pulling her closer until she’s fully pressed against me again.
Close enough that I can feel the heat of her through my clothes.
She grinds her hips into me. Reaching down, but not releasing her mouth from mine, I grip her behind her legs to lift her.
As soon as I do, both legs wrap tightly around my waist. I slam her back into the wall, as if a primal need to claim her in so many ways rips through me.
I thrust toward her, and she moans against my lips. My cock is bursting at the seams of my jeans. Everything about Scottie turns me on. The way she sounds. The way she’s clawing at my back. The way she’s angling her head just right to allow me to deepen the kiss.
I pull back and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “I’m not going to apologize for wanting you,” I say, breathlessly, thrusting my hips into her. “I’m fucking done pretending I don’t.”
Something flashes in her eyes right then and there.
I see it.
I see the shift in her thoughts without meaning to. The way she’s looking from my eyes, to my lips, and back up. Her arms wrapped around my neck and legs still around my waist. She’s done pretending, too.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“What now,” she whispers, unwrapping her legs to stand in front of me, “is you stop talking.”
My hands cup both sides of her face, and I kiss her again—slow and deliberate this time. Savoring her. This time, she spins me, slamming my back to the door. I grip her waist, pulling her flush into me. Her hands work frantically between us, trying to undo the belt of my jeans.
“Scottie,” I say into her mouth.
“Shh.”
“Fuck,” I murmur, kissing her again.
She undoes my belt, pulling it from the loop before tossing it to the floor beside me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m done pretending, too, Tucker,” she says against my lips before dropping to the floor in front of me.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, and when she reaches up to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down my legs, I suck in a breath. It’s not what I came here for. Kissing Scottie so she knows I’m done pretending was enough for me.
But this…seeing her on her knees for me…
“Fuck,” I draw out as she pulls my boxer briefs down my legs. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good.”
She grips my cock in her hand, and I hiss at the contact but don’t take my eyes off every move she makes. Her hand slides up and down from base to tip, coating her palm with my precum. I already know I’m not going to last. There’s no way with how perfect she looks right now.
She rises, just enough, and licks up my cock, swirling her tongue over the head.
A groan vibrates through my body at the same time she takes me into her mouth.
The world around me goes fuzzy and I feel like I can’t breathe.
Her eyes never leave mine as she bobs her head up and down, eager to suck my cock.
I place one hand on the back of her head, thrusting my hips forward. Her legs squirm under her, rubbing together as if she’s getting pleasure from doing this.
“You look damn good on your knees for me, baby.”
Her eyes flutter until they close, letting my words settle into her, but I reach down, taking her face between my hands, and force her to look at me.
“Eyes open. I want you to look at me while you suck my cock. I want you to see how it makes me feel.”
She nods in approval, picking up her pace. She reaches one hand down between her legs, rubbing herself over the fabric of her leggings.
“This is usually the part where I tell you not to touch yourself,” I growl.
“The part where I tell you that only I will be touching that perfect pussy and making you come. But…” My words fall from my lips as her other hand comes up to cup my balls and she sucks my cock harder.
“Fuck. Reach into your pants. Show me how wet you are.”
She does as I ask, moaning around my length as she touches herself. She starts rubbing faster circles around her clit and I watch as her eyes flutter closed.
“Now show me.”
Lifting two glistening fingers up, she shows me how fucking turned on she is.
“Good girl.”
She releases my cock from her mouth with a pop, before smearing the two fingers over the head. I nearly fall over the edge from that alone. Jesus Christ, that’s hot.
“Scottie,” I warn.
She smirks up at me. “Now fuck my mouth, Tucker.”
“My pleasure.”
My hand reaches the back of her head, and she takes me in her mouth, bobbing up and down before I hold her in place. My hips thrust over and over again and I feel my cock hit the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag but takes me like I’m made for her.
“I’m going to come, Scottie,” I rasp, feeling my stomach tighten. “Unless you want my cum down the back of your throat, I’d stop. Now.”
She doesn’t move or release me from her mouth, and I see the smirk form on her lips as she looks up at me.
It’s enough to send me over the edge completely.
My orgasm rocks me sharp and fast. The tension that’s been coiled tight inside of me since she first came into town snaps all at once, and I can’t hold it back even if I try.
Every muscle locks and my mind goes white around the edges.
All I can think about is her.
Scottie’s name is stuck in my throat like a prayer as I spill down her throat.
My chest rises and falls as I look down at her. She’s still looking up at me as she wipes her lips with the back of her finger. I pull her up quickly, and she squeals with a laugh before I kiss her again. Tasting myself on her lips is enough to make me hard all over again.
I reach between her, cupping her pussy through her pants and feel the wetness through the fabric on my hand. “Jesus. You’re dripping.”
She nods repeatedly. “Yes. I’m so turned on. I can’t even think straight.”
I reach into her leggings while she claws at my shoulders. Her lips part as soon as I reach her clit. Putting just the right amount of pressure before rubbing slow circles.
“Did sucking my cock turn you on?”
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”
She releases her hold on me, enough to hook her fingers into the waistband of her leggings, shimmying them to the floor. She opens wider for me, letting me in. The memory of exploring her body comes back almost instantly.
Because I know her body.
I spent hours upon hours studying every curve that night in the hotel room.
I learned what drives her crazy and sends her over the edge.
Dipping my head down, she tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck.
I press my lips to it once. “This is one of my favorite versions of you. Unfiltered. Messy. Dripping for me.” I press another kiss to her neck, this time sucking the skin above her pulse while my finger picks up the pace above her clit.
“Wild and carefree.” My teeth graze her skin and she moans when I insert two fingers deep inside of her. “My girl.”
“Fuck. Tucker!”
“Say it.”
“Say what?” she pants.
“Say you’re my girl, Scottie. Say I’m yours, and I’ll make you come right here against this door.”
She fists my shirt in her hands, pulling me into her and slamming her lips to mine. Silent confirmation—I think. But I devour her moans, her breaths, and every gasp she releases as I fuck her with my fingers. Hard and fast.
She releases my mouth by biting my bottom lip playfully. “Are you threatening to hold back an orgasm if I don’t say it?” She grins. “Don’t forget, I know how to handle myself.”
Ah. There’s my sassy Scottie.
I reach deeper inside of her pussy, hooking a finger at just the right angle to make her eyes close and lips part in pleasure.
“I’m insufferable, remember?” I say breathlessly against her mouth. “I know you can handle yourself. But it’s my turn now.”
I bring my thumb to her clit and add pressure to really drive her crazy.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, her body melting into me as her legs tremble barely able to hold herself up. “You are insufferable. But you’re…” She pauses, feeling me hook my finger again. “Jesus. That’s hot.”
“If you want to come, just say the words.”
“Say please.”
I smirk. Fuck, this girl is going to absolutely ruin me. “Please, baby.”
“You’re so hot when you beg,” she breathes out, rolling her hips against my hand. She reaches down between us, circling her hand around my wrist and picks up her pace. She fucks herself against my hand and all I can do is stare down between us in fascination.
Christ. She’s perfect.
“Yes. I’m coming,” she moans, letting her head fall back as her orgasm rocks her.
I move my fingers in and out of her quickly, feeling her pussy clench around me. It’s enough to make me come again right in my hand, but I don’t. I hold it in. Memorizing the way her face looks when she allows herself to tip over the edge, so I can think about it every night before going to bed.
Scottie may have not said it, but she’s mine in every sense of the word.
As soon as the thought enters my mind, panic takes over.
Mine means letting her in.
Mine means she gets close enough to see what I keep buried.
So, when she comes down from her orgasm, I take her face in mine, pressing a kiss to her lips again, and hope like hell she doesn’t feel the rising panic inside of me. Like I can convince myself I didn’t just ruin this. I yank up my jeans, wordlessly and she does the same.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I crossed the line with her.
A line I’ve wanted to cross, because I’m so gone for her.
So why does it feel like regret clawing up my throat?
I freeze halfway through pulling on my shirt because this is the part where I would disappear without a word, but I don’t. When my eyes find hers, I can see it in her face. She’s expecting me to run the way I did the first time.
But I’m not.
“Hey,” I say quietly. She looks up at me with soft eyes that wreck me. “I’m not doing what I did last time. I’m not running from you.”
I see the relief flash across her face, and that alone hits me harder than the panic moments ago of us blurring the lines.
Stepping closer to her, I take her face in my hands and press my forehead against hers.
“I meant everything I said tonight. Don’t run from me, because I’m not running from you.
” I kiss her once. “Let me be the one who knows you. All of you.” I kiss her again.
She nods, cheeks shift to the perfect shade of pink.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Scottie.”
“Tomorrow.”
I walk out of the apartment with my lungs burning, because the truth is simple and brutal—Scottie deserves something steady.
And I’m the kind of man who ruins good things by touching them.