TUCKER
Amber. That Amber. The one with the tits you could sleep on. Is here.
After Joshua and Caitlyn arrived without her, I legit thought she wasn’t coming. Even her friend Tina seemed shocked she wasn’t here.
I’d honestly given up hope of getting a good lay tonight.
Then someone in the kitchen starts talking about the hottie on the make-shift dance floor in the living room, and curiosity gets the better of me. I have to see who everyone is talking about.
I walk into the living room, and -- fuck!
-- it’s Amber. And by the heavens she looks amazing.
She’s wearing a skimpy black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, showing off her sexy ass, and incredible tits.
I couldn’t help but think about having my hands on that fantastic body once before.
I can clearly picture in my mind what Amber looks like naked, and I can’t help but mentally undress her as I watch her hips sway in rhythm to the music.
I smirk as Amber catches me watching her, but my jaw almost drops when she licks her lips, wriggles her hips, and then turns her back on me. No woman has ever turned their back on me before. And especially not one I’ve already slept with. What the hell, yo?
But Amber isn’t like any of the other women I’ve ever slept with.
She’s the first person to not chase after me.
Even when she called, I was expecting the usual spiel: ‘Please, Tucker, just give me a chance. I know we could be great together.’ But with Amber, it never came.
She faced me rejecting her, not to beg for another date, but to ensure the happiness of her best friend and my brother.
I couldn’t help but respect that. If you didn’t know me well, you might not realize, but one of the most important things to me is loyalty.
Even though I don’t always see eye-to-eye with my brothers -- Ryan especially -- I’d die for them.
Family is weird like that. And if one of my brothers loves someone, they are as good as family in my eyes.
So, for Amber to contact me wanting my help reuniting Joshua and Caitlyn meant something to me.
A foolish part of me hoped that after things with Josh and Caitlyn were sorted out, that Amber might reach out, hinting that she wanted to hook up one last time for fun. But she never did.
I’d given up on anything happening between us, cause let’s be real, chasing is too much hard work if the end goal is just a repeat of the first time. But hey, here she is. Looking smoking hot in my new house.
She was easily the most stunning woman in the room. In a sea of nines, the 10 stands above them. Actually, scratch that. She's the most amazing woman in the whole of East Hampton right now.
God. My dick twitches just watching her dance to the music. I need to do something.
I take a deep breath, down the rest of the drink, and then stride onto the dancefloor, with what feels like hundreds of eyes following my every move.
If Amber is going to ignore me, we two can play that game.
Even as my shoulder brushes hers, I act like I haven’t seen her, and instead start dancing with a cute redhead.
But my usual jealousy-inducing tactics fail, and Amber doesn’t even bat an eyelash at me dancing with someone else. In fact, she carries on moving to the music, and acting like I don’t even exist.
Damn. Seriously, what even is this? This has never happened before. I need to get her attention. I’m not about to resort to those shitty pick-up artist tricks like dissing her hair or outfit so I can degrade her into noticing me. Hey, I’m a scumbag but even I’ve got some class.
Instead, leaving the redhead, I move closer to Amber. I don’t touch her, but I’m so close I can smell the scent of her strawberry body wash. Memories of the night we spent together flood my mind. I can almost feel her supple body in my arms and the way her chest pressed against mine.
I swore I’d never sleep with the same woman more than once, yet here I am chasing after Amber.
Like a moth drawn to a flame. A hot flame. A searing hot flame I want to jump on.
Unable to resist, I place my hands on her waist, and whisper huskily into her ear, “Hey, it’s great to see you again.”
Amber turns to me, a playful smile on her lips. “Hey yourself,” she replies in a sultry tone.
“Wanna grab a drink?” I ask over the sound of the music.
Amber’s smile widens. “Sure.”
My hand stays hovering on her waist as we leave the dancefloor, and head into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of beer for myself from the cooler, and then turn to Amber. “What are you drinking?”
“Tina forced one of her crazy cocktails on me earlier, but I should probably stick to something safer. A black cherry White Claw would be good, thanks.”
Handing Amber, a can of White Claw, I ask, “So, how have you been?”
“Yeah, pretty good thanks. Busy with work, but I suppose you’ve heard all that from Caitlyn via Josh.”
“Yeah, he’s mentioned that business is really taking off since you started offering other animal … stuff. And how is the new puppy settling in?”
Amber offers me a dazzling smile, and starts telling me about her chow-chow, Elsa, who is the puppy of Caitlyn’s dog Bella.
Usually, the girls I sleep with don’t hold my attention for very long.
Maybe it’s that we have very little in common, but all they seem to talk about is shopping, or the exclusive clubs they’ve been to.
It gets boring real fast. But nothing Amber says bores me.
Even though I know as much about animal care as I do nuclear fission reactors, her passion is adorable, and being passionate enough about something that you make it into a career is something I definitely relate to.
Amber and I drift from the kitchen, into the living room and then out onto the deck. It’s dark now, and the crescent moon is reflected off the water.
“I love your new place,” Amber says, settling on the lounger Josh sat on earlier.
“I couldn’t live somewhere far from the ocean.” I recline back in the other lounger.
“Yeah, me neither. I love taking Elsa for a walk early in the morning, when there’s hardly anyone else around.”
I can’t help but smile. Early mornings are my favorite time to hit the beach too. “Yeah, there are some incredible waves at that time.”
Amber turns to me, her eyes widening in interest. “How is the surfing going? Caitlyn mentioned something about you having a big contest in California soon?”
I’m a little surprised she even remembers that and can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips.
“Yeah, it’s a big one too. Agents from all around the country will be there, and you know how it is, if I can impress one of them, it’s game on. That’s me set for life. Hopefully, anyway.”
“Oh, that’s exciting,” Amber says, and she sounds genuinely interested.
This shouldn’t throw me off guard, but normally the women I sleep with only care about my surfing career in how it pertains to me having money to spend on them, or the fame to get them into exclusive clubs and things like that.
“And are you excited about becoming an uncle?”
“For the hundredth time.” We both laugh.
“Seriously though, it’s nice seeing all my brothers happy.”
Amber looks at me curiously, raises her brows and asks, “And how about you, Tucker, are you happy?”
I force another laugh. “I don’t think I’m drunk enough to answer that yet.”
Amber opens her mouth as if she’s going to say something more, than shakes her head. She downs the rest of her drink, stands and offers her hand to me. “Let’s dance.”
I entwine my fingers through hers and feel sparks of electricity jolt through my body as our skin touches.
As Amber leads me back into the house, and onto the dance floor, I’m unable to get the image of her naked body out of my mind.
All I want to do at this moment is tell everyone to leave and rip her dress off here and now.
As we move to the music, Amber presses her ass against my crotch, grinding on my steadily hardening erection.
I can feel almost every guy and gal around us watching. The only ones who don’t seem to care are those who came with partners of their own. A few of them were at the last party, so they probably know that Amber and I slept together, and so might be wondering why I’m with her now.
Everyone knows my reputation.
I don’t give repeat performances.
Show’s over, goodnight, thank you for coming.
And yet, I’m powerless to walk away. There’s any number of women here that I could easily sleep with. Some of whom I already have and know they’re decent in bed. But right now, there’s only one woman I want.
I tighten my grip on Amber's waist and press my erection against her butt. She wriggles her hips, increasing the friction between us, and I wish more than anything I didn’t have a house full of people.
“I wish we were alone,” I whisper into her ear huskily.
Amber turns so that she’s facing me, and peers up into my eyes. Raising an eyebrow, she leans in and whispers, “Oh yeah?”
I inclined my head, about to press my lips against hers, when she shimmies out of my grasp, and takes a few steps backwards. A playful smirk covers her lips, and all I can do is laugh and shake my head in amusement.
Amber makes it clear if I want her, I’ll need to try harder than that.
Okay. Let’s do this.
Amber saunters into the kitchen -- I assume to get another drink -- but I don’t follow straight away.
I don’t want her to know how much I am gagging for her.
She’s driving me wild. It’s a crazy mixture of wanting a second taste of those sweet, sweet lips, but also wanting to know more about the woman behind the bright blue eyes.
I’m just debating if I’ve left it long enough that I can join Amber in the kitchen without it looking like I’m glued to her side, when she reappears with a bottle of beer in one hand and a can of White Claw in the other.
“I got you a drink,” she says, handing me the bottle of beer.
Our fingers brush, and I feel another jolt of electricity between us, but as I gaze into Amber’s eyes, it’s like nothing unusual happened at all. Is she out-playing me? Have I met my match? Or is she really just that good at playing it cool?
I take a step back and swallow a mouthful of beer. Amber takes a sip of her own drink, watching me steadily, before turning her back on me and losing herself in the music.
For a moment, I don’t know what to do. Should I move in closer and dance with her like before? Is that what she’s waiting for? Or have the lines been reset since she went to the kitchen?
What, for the love of all that is holy, is her deal?