Epilogue
Grace
Two Months Later
“Is the blindfold really necessary?” I ask as Tucker directs me along the dirt path at the bottom of his porch stairs.
When he smirked earlier while asking if I trusted him, I had half a mind to say no.
But of course, I said yes. Right now, though?
As I walk blindfolded across Tucker’s front yard, his hands guiding me by the waist, I’ve never regretted saying yes so badly.
“No.” His voice is so sickly sweet, it’s hard to fight the grin that pulls at my lips.
I stop walking, and Tucker lets out a grunt as he runs into my back. “So I can take it off?”
“No.” I can hear the smile as he speaks. I wish he could see my eyes right now, because I’d like to roll them very hard for his benefit. “Can’t spoil the surprise. C’mon, keep walking.”
“You do know I hate surprises, right?” We’re walking again, and I can’t keep the annoyance out of my voice.
“Sweetheart,” he all but purrs against the shell of my ear, sending a delightful shiver across my skin. “I know everything about you. Including that your love for me outweighs your hatred for most other things.”
A scoff pops out from between my lips. “Just know that I’m rolling my eyes at you under this thing.” I try to keep a straight face, but my smile slips free.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart. But I can see that smile.” I feel his body step closer to mine, and I let out a gasp when the rough denim of his jeans skims the backs of my thighs.
Engulfed in a cloud of his signature scent, I take in a deep breath to savor it.
When his fingertips dig ever so slightly deeper into my waist, pleasure strums through my midsection as though it’s a guitar he’s playing expertly.
With the blindfold on, all my other senses are heightened in a way I’ve never experienced.
Tucker drops my hand and I hear the door of his truck open, sending a thrill through me. “Are we driving somewhere?”
“Watch your step,” is all he says, one hand returning to hold mine while the other slides to my lower back. “Up into the truck, please, Gracie.” He asks so sweetly, I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.
Once I’m seated, I sense Tucker invading the space around me.
I gasp when his fingers graze the outside of my thigh.
“Just putting on your seatbelt. Safety first.” The last words are whispered against the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I have to bite back a moan.
This man has the ability to drive me wild with just a touch or a single word.
It’s almost as infuriating as it is attractive.
My pulse thrums in tandem with the engine, and my whole body almost quivers with anticipation.
We can’t have driven more than two minutes when the truck shuts off.
A moment later, Tucker is back at my door.
I’m once again enveloped by his presence as he undoes my seatbelt, his fingertips lingering just a second longer than needed.
Tucker wraps his hands around mine and gently tugs me toward him. “Just step down carefully. I’ve got you.” My heart flutters at the sincerity in his voice.
We’ve only taken a couple of steps when he tells me to stop, wrapping his hands around my waist. Without warning, he lifts me and I let out a squeal.
“Tucker! What are you doing?” The backs of my thighs not covered by my skirt hit a cool metal surface.
“Lie down gently for me, Gracie.”
He grabs my hands once more and keeps hold of them as I cautiously oblige.
My head lands on a soft, pillowy object, and the surface below my back is mostly hard, save for a soft layer on top.
Placing my hands on my stomach, Tucker lets go.
I lie there for a moment, untouched and unspoken to, trying to figure out what the hell he’s up to. Judging by everything I know, I think—
I gasp.
Tucker’s hands grip onto my upper thighs, beneath the hem of my skirt, and my whole body jolts.
“You good?” Tucker asks with a chuckle.
“You could warn a girl before you grab her,” I grit out.
His hands slide higher as he responds, “Where’s the fun in that?”
I let out a whimper, then slam my mouth shut and cover it with my hand.
I have no idea where we are right now, but I know we’re outside, and I’m fairly certain I’m lying in the bed of Tucker’s truck.
Given we didn’t drive for very long, I’m going to assume we’re still within the boundaries of the ranch.
But still, it seems risky to make too much noise.
There’s a creak, and slight movement to one side of me, before a hand wraps around my wrist, tugging it away from my face. “Oh no, Gracie girl.” Tucker’s breath grazes the shell of my ear and I shudder. “I want to hear every damn noise that comes from those pretty lips of yours.”
I gasp again when he slams his lips against mine and kisses me roughly.
Our teeth collide as our tongues battle for dominance, stroking and lashing against one another.
My nipples pucker painfully against my bra, arousal coursing through me with the anticipation of what’s to come.
With one final sweep of his tongue, Tucker halts the kiss and I find myself seriously out of breath.
I don’t get the chance to catch it before it’s stolen by the sensation of something wet trailing up my inner thigh.
The feel of teeth grazing against the sensitive skin gives him away.
My hands shoot down to find the top of his head painfully close to the apex of my thighs.
I slide my fingers into his hair, getting a good grip.
“Be gentle with me, Gracie,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, slowly sliding his way higher and higher.
My thighs clench around his head in response, and he chuckles. Just as I think he’s going to touch my aching pussy, he’s gone. I wiggle my hips in an effort to seek him out, but he remains out of reach. I huff, and he laughs again.
“I’m glad one of us is enjoying this torture,” I say with a groan.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for this torture.”
Before I can respond, his tongue is on me again, but this time it trails up the opposite thigh.
Not being able to see what’s coming is far hotter than I’d expected it to be.
I can feel the arousal pooling in the fabric of my underwear with each second that he doesn’t touch me where I so desperately want him.
There’s a dip in my stomach as his hands once again brush against the outside of my thighs, but they don’t stop this time.
They ascend my body beneath my skirt until they reach the waistband of my underwear.
Tucker’s fingertips graze against my hips as he grabs the fabric and rips my underwear off in one swift motion, tearing a whimper from deep in my throat.
I suck in a breath as the cool outside air hits my exposed pussy.
“Fucking hell,” Tucker croons. “You’re drenched.”
I can’t help but squirm, desperate for his touch.
“And so needy,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I let out another loud, pathetic whimper when he slides a finger down the length of my pussy.
My sense of touch has never felt more heightened, and I swear I could almost come right here, right now.
Far too soon his touch retreats, and I cry out in desperation.
I no longer care about who might hear, I just care about being touched.
“Go on, sweetheart.” He repeats the motion, and my hips buck aggressively in response. “Let me hear you beg.”
“Please,” I pant, bending my knees and letting my thighs part further.
I hear and feel him suck in a breath between my legs. “That’s a good girl,” he practically purrs, his facial hair tickling the inner-most parts of my thighs. Just the sound of his voice is enough to have my hands searching for purchase on the soft surface beneath me.
“Tucker.” His name comes out like a prayer. “I need you to touch me. Now. Please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”
Any chance of a response is squandered when his tongue dips into my pussy and glides up to my clit, licking and sucking.
“Oh!” I cry out.
Tucker continues lapping at my pussy, licking up every drop of my arousal like it’s his last meal. I pull on his hair and grind my hips into his face, and he groans into me in response.
A lust-filled shudder passes through me as he picks up his pace. My knees hit the sides of the truck bed when I spread them wider still, tugging on the thick strands of Tucker’s hair in search of my release.
My prayers are answered when he slips a finger in alongside his tongue. It’s pure ecstasy.
“Fuuuck,” I moan, arching my back.
“You want more?” he asks against my pussy. My emphatic nodding makes him chuckle, and the vibrations it sends through my aching core inch me closer to the edge.
I let out something between a whimper and a groan when his finger slides out, but my breath is stolen when he slides another finger in.
My breathing becomes ragged the longer his tongue swirls around my clit.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I all but whisper.
He abandons my clit. “Come for me, Gracie. Soak my face. I want it all.”
The noises that come out of me are no longer human.
His fingers fuck me with expert precision while his tongue flicks my clit at just the right angle.
The tidal wave of pleasure seeps down my spine, building deep in my abdomen.
My moans come out in full force when the long-forgotten sensation of feeling like I need to use the bathroom pulses through me, my pussy contracting around Tucker’s fingers with a vice-like grip.
“Fuck... fuck... fuck,” I pant between ragged breaths. “I—”
I explode in a fit of passion, squirting for the first time in twelve years. Tucker licks up every single drop, like a man who’s been starved for just as long.
“Holy shit,” I pant, letting my head fall back on a breathless laugh.
“Holy shit, indeed,” Tucker says against my cheek before giving me a quick kiss. “You are so fucking perfect, Gracie.”