Chapter Fifteen
Tucker
Tilly lifts her curved frame up onto my lap with a soft purr in her throat that has my cock standing at attention. “I don’t know what happens tomorrow,” she purrs, “but I’m taking tonight.”
Jesus Christ, I’ve been fantasizing about sinking into her tight, juicy, little pussy since the second she stepped into my office, but I need to restrain myself.
“You’ll regret this in the morning. Hell,” I laugh under my breath, my hands aching to touch her back, “you might regret it the second it’s over.”
“Maybe,” she runs her fingers back through my hair and leans into my lips gently, “but it’s one night in thirty-one thousand. I have to have you, Tucker. My body needs it.”
I growl low under my breath and nuzzle into the crook of her neck without thought, breathing her in.
“Besides,” she continues, stretching her hand to rub the length of my hard cock against the inseam of my jeans, “I think you need me, too.”
“You have no fucking clue how bad I want this, princess, but I don’t think I could take you once and never want more. I’d spend every fucking day knowing how happy I could’ve been, knowing I let you get away.”
“Then don’t let me get away,” she moans as she lifts herself a little to shimmy her jeans off, her bare ass now sitting back on my lap as her hands rest on my shoulders and her lips find their way to my face.
My God, it’s captivating. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her. I know that, yet my body doesn’t seem to give a fuck.
My chest tightens, my palms itch, and within seconds, I’m growling in her ear, barking out commands like a heathen. “Take your shirt off. I want your tits in my face.”
She obeys immediately, stripping off her camo T-shirt and soft pink bra, exposing these perfectly pointed breasts against my lips. My cock pulses as her nipple brushes against my tongue and her long, blonde hair falls against the tips of my fingers that rest on her back.
The windows of the truck are tinted, but I don’t think they’re tinted enough that a very curious onlooker wouldn’t be shocked if they saw what we were doing. That alone should give me pause. Then again, what’s a public indecency charge on top of everything else?
“Look at me, princess.”
She does as I ask immediately, her bright blue eyes somehow shining through the darkness. “This is your last chance to walk away. The second I tug these jeans down, you’re mine.”
“So make me yours,” she says, lips pressing against mine. “I want you dripping down my thighs, Daddy.”
Well, I warned her.
I bend up from the seat, her tits bouncing as I shove my jeans down, grip her hips, and pound her little pussy on top of my cock with a groan.
“Oh,” she whines as I push her hips back and forth, working her onto my cock as I watch her curved frame move. Her smooth skin against my legs, her soaking slick folds on my cock, her sweet little ache in my ear.
It’s embarrassing how fast I can feel this going.
“You like riding Daddy’s cock, baby?”
She pants and wiggles her hips faster as she bites back a smile. “I love it. You’re so big!”
“That’s my girl. Take it. Take Daddy’s dick.” I’m thrusting up into her, the suspension on the old truck aching beneath us.
Gripping my forearms tight, she whimpers, “I’m so close. Oh my God!”
“Good girl. Now do as you're told and come on Daddy’s cock. He needs it.” I’m growling loud as my teeth sink into her shoulder with pressure. So much pressure that I wonder if I’ve drawn blood.
“Oh God!” she pants as she rocks back and forth like a little fiend, obviously as desperate to release as I am. “Bite me harder!”
Harder?
“Filthy little slut, aren’t you?” I scrape my teeth down over her neck and onto the top of her opposite shoulder and bite down.
This is the end. The part where she tips back her head, her hair brushes my legs, and she screams and creams all over my cock as I suck and bite her soft, little shoulder.
It’s too much. I know the second it’s happening.
I’ve thought about this too many times. I’ve fantasized about her for far too long.
I grip her hips tighter, and like a fucking animal, I release. I release right inside of her. I fill her to the fucking brim as she bounces those perfect fucking tits in my face and moans.
How the fuck is this happening?
She’s perfect. Perfect, slick, and tight. I know from this moment forward that I’ll think about this for the rest of eternity.
She exhales sweetly and collapses against my chest, her hard nipples brushing through the cotton of my T-shirt. “That was incredible.”
“No kidding,” I pant, brushing my hand down through her hair as she rests against my chest. “What the fuck is even happening?”
“I don’t know,” she smiles and lifts her face away from my chest for a moment to kiss my lips, “but I like it.”
I like it too, and I don’t want it to end, but as I pull Tilly against my chest and hold her close, I see Atlas staring at my truck from the porch, and I have a feeling there’s more bullshit coming.
“I could drive away right now and never come back.”
“That’s a solid option,” she says, voice sleepy. “Where would we go?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really, as long as there’s a Fall Fest. I don’t think I could live without one.”
“Deal,” I say, peppering her neck with kisses. “We’ll leave right now.”
“Maybe we should tell Atlas first. I think he’s in the cabin waiting for you. I saw him stalking across the lot as we were pulling in.”
“He’s on the porch right now. I think we could outrun him.”
“What?” She glances back to see him sitting in the rocking chair and covers her chest as she slides down off my lap. “Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m such a slut.”
“He can’t see anything through these windows.” I kiss the top of her head as she slides her jeans and T-shirt back into place. “I’m not even sure he can see the truck from where he’s sitting, given that pine tree there. He’s waiting for something, though. I wonder how much he knows.”
Tilly sighs under her breath and cracks the passenger door open. “Let’s go figure this out. You guys are criminals for a living, right? You must have come up with an escape plan.”
I wish we had. That would have been smart. By the looks of Atlas’ face as we step up onto the porch, he’s thinking so too.
“You hear from the hiker?”
I nod. “When was he here?”
Atlas glances toward Tilly as though he doesn’t want to say too much in front of her. A crow hanging off the pine tree wants to know, though. He won’t stop cawing.
“She knows everything.”
“Jesus Christ,” Atlas growls under his breath. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Her brother is the fucking sheriff. Do you miss prison that much?”
“Maybe.” I shake my head and lean against the post. “What’s going on?”
“The guy came over not long after you left, so I looked him up. He’s legit, and he’s been linked to a bunch of public figures all over the country.”
“Well,” I groan, “he isn’t going to get much out of us. So… we come up with another solution.”
Atlas blows out a breath. “I’ll give him the money I was saving to buy back my family’s land. The rest I’ll get from this deal with Bowers tonight.”
“That’s all the money you have. You can’t use that.”
“If I don’t have fucking freedom, there’s no house to buy. It’s a done deal. I’ve got the cash, and we’ll make the transfer in the morning.”
“Then what? Run forever? Who says this guy doesn’t come back for more? I say we drag him to the fucking woods and—” I stop myself before I finish the sentence.
“No,” Tilly tilts her head to the side, “I was kind of thinking the same thing. I mean, who says he goes away after this? My brother told me once that ransoms should never be paid for that very reason.”
“This guy will go away if he’s paid,” Atlas groans. “I say we just pay him what he wants.”
“I have some savings, but not enough to match yours.”
“I have some, too,” Tilly adds as she settles into the second rocking chair on the porch. “It’s not a lot, but it’s something.”
“We aren’t using your money, princess.” I glance back toward Atlas, whose face looks like its aged ten years in two minutes.
“Princess?” He nods toward Tilly. “So, this thing with you guys is official now? You don’t hate his guts for lying to you?”
She shrugs and twists her hair to the side of her shoulder as a cool breeze wakes the wooden chimes.
“No. I mean, I was mad, but Wren is alive and she’s living the life she wanted to live thanks to you guys.
I don’t know. This is one of those cases where I think criminal activity resulted in something good. ”
I laugh under my breath. “Which is exactly why you need to get your ass out of here. Shit is going to go down, and I don’t want you to be a part of it.”
“Too bad,” she says, wandering toward me from the rocking chair. “I’m your girl now. You said so in the truck. That means I’m here for all the shitty stuff too.”
I know that’s what I said, and Lord believe me, that’s what I want, but I know without a shadow of a fucking doubt that I’m a selfish prick for wanting it.