Chapter 29
TUCKER
AS I wake up, I notice two things: the light in the room is different and I’m really hot. When I open my eyes, I realize Nora is draped over me, her beautiful naked body half on mine, her head on my chest and her leg tucked between mine.
Taking a deep breath, I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep in here. The last thing I would ever want is to hurt her if I have a nightmare.
The last time I took her in the middle of the night, we fell into a sweaty heap on the bed, and I had every intention of slipping back to my room, but I fell asleep while waiting for her to fall asleep.
I didn’t dream at all. In fact, it was the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten in a long fucking time. I’m not sure if it was because of exhaustion or her.
Once I had her, I couldn’t get enough, especially without a fucking condom. I haven’t been bareback in a woman since I was in high school, and the scare that came from that was enough to ensure I always wrapped it up.
Her red hair is splayed across the bed behind her, and her body from the waist up is exposed; her soft, creamy skin glows in the morning sun. I don’t even know how this happened. I love her so much it hurts, and I’m ready to take on the world to protect her. She’s it for me.
Her fingers on my chest twitch, and she turns her face into me, her straight, freckle-covered nose is cold against my skin.
A tiny moan leaves her lips, and my morning wood turns into a raging hard-on.
I can’t get enough of her. I want to claim her as mine, if I could tie her to the bed and have my way with her all goddamn day, I would.
Her eyes flutter open, and I watch her fully wake up and realize where she is.
When a small smile forms on her lips, relief fills my chest. In the past, I couldn’t tell you how many times I woke up in a bed I wished I weren’t in the next morning, and I was holding my breath hoping I didn’t see the look of regret and panic on her face.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I lift my arm from her back, where my hand was resting on her hip, and pull her hair off her cheek.
She lifts her head and sets her chin on her hand over my heart. “Morning.”
Uncertainty, like the feeling I just had, crosses her eyes, and I quickly reassure her. “Did you sleep as well as I did?”
Her smile grows. “Dead to the world.”
I want to flip her over and sink into her so bad, but she’s probably sore and I’m not a fucking Neanderthal. Tapping the tip of her nose with my finger, I smile back. “That was probably the best night I’ve ever had.”
A beautiful flush darkens her cheeks, making her even more gorgeous, and she looks down at my chest, drawing shapes with the tip of her finger. She sucks in a small breath like she’s going to say something but stops herself.
Worried about what she thinks she can’t say, I slide my hand down her back and cup her ass. “What? What were you going to say?”
She clears her throat, and those sparkling green eyes look back up at me, making my dick throb. “I think I know how to make it even better.”
Without waiting for me to respond, she pushes herself up on her elbow and kisses my chest. Lifting her eyes, she kisses my chest again and slides her body over mine, setting her hot, wet pussy over my very hard, aching cock.
Her hair is falling around us, and the sun shining through the window makes it look a rusty red color.
I’ve won the fucking lottery.
I slide my hands down her back to her hips. Her perfect fucking hips. “It’s getting so much better.” She’s so goddamn wet already.
She moves her hips, sliding up and down my shaft, coating me with her arousal, and her lips move up to my neck until she’s next to my ear. Sucking my earlobe into her mouth and letting it slide between her lips, she whispers. “My turn.”
Lifting her head, her eyes heavy with need, she brushes her lips against mine, and I squeeze her hips. “I’m yours to use, sugar, take what you need.” Without a fucking doubt.
Taking her time, and rocking her hips in small movements, she slides her clit over my cock head in little circles. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It makes me hard as a fucking rock knowing I’m the only person who gets to see her like this.
With a dip of her hips, she slips my head into the center of her heat, and I move just enough to slide in. She pushes upright, slowly lowering herself onto me, her palms on my chest. When her head tips back and her eyes close on an exhale in complete and total bliss, I know I’ll never let her go.
I watch her as she rides my cock, leisurely taking her pleasure.
Seeing her like this is better than the many fantasies I’ve had about her while jacking off in my bed and in the shower.
I could never imagine the sultry contentment I’m seeing on her face right now. She’s hands down my perfect wet dream.
Her breathing picks up as she lowers her head, and the little siren takes my eyes captive. Her skin is glowing pink as she increases her speed, her hot, wet walls squeezing my cock. The morning sun making her creamy skin brilliant.
The tips of her fingers press into my pecs, and I squeeze her hips, trying not to take over and fuck her hard from below. Her pace picks up, and her lips part in a small moan.
“Tuck.” It’s a whispered plea.
Moving my thumb between her legs, I easily slide to her hot little clit, and she sucks in a breath as she squeezes the shit out of my cock and pulses against my length.
I wait patiently for her to finish her orgasm before I flip us over and grab her wrists, holding them over her head, and leaning on my forearms, as I fuck her hard.
Within seconds, my balls are drawing up, and I feel lightheaded.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so many times, and so hard, in a twelve-hour period.
Lowering my head next to hers, her wrists still in my hands and my nose buried in her neck, I’m breathing hard when I say, “Fuck, I love your body.”
It’s a tiny movement, but she flinches and I lift my head to meet her eyes. “What?”
Her eyes volley between mine, her gaze intense as if she’s looking for any sign of deception. I remember what she said yesterday about her ex telling her she needs to lose weight. It angers me that she’s questioning my sincerity, but it pisses me off that she’s been made to feel like she should.
Letting go of a wrist, I cup her jaw with my palm. “Listen to me. Are you listening?”
Her eyebrows momentarily pinch before she nods.
“Good, because everything about you turns me on, sugar. I love your curves - all of them. You’re soft in all the right places. And it’s not just your body; every part of you touches something in me. Your smile lights up a room and makes me want to be wherever you are. You’re beautiful to me.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and her shy smile makes me want to wrap her up and spend the day with her. She tilts her cheek into my palm and nods again. “Thank you.”
With a deep sigh, I tilt my head. “As much as I would like to spend the day in this bed with you, defiling you in every possible way, I have horses to take care of.”
Her smile falls, and her fingers on the hand I’m still holding over her head curl over mine. “I wouldn’t mind if you defiled me again tonight.”
With a groan, I kiss her hard and deep. “If I make it that long.”
I hated leaving her room; life is always there, waiting. But damn, all I can think about is how she tastes, how she feels, and the sounds she makes when she comes undone. I’ve been walking around with a hard-on all fucking morning.
Later that morning, Gray is helping me replace some of the feed trays in the stalls, and I’m tossing water buckets into the grooming stall to be washed. It’s a beautiful day, and the horses are outside in the paddocks enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze.
I’m holding the hinge for the food bucket while Gray screws it into the stall wall when the familiar floral smell that represents what has become the most important part of my life floats past my nose.
I don’t hear her, but I look over my shoulder to see her gorgeous silhouette in the light of the big door walking toward me.
My cock jumps in my jeans.
Even her silhouette is curvy. Her jeans hug her legs from ankle to hip with a frayed rip in one knee, and her long-sleeve button-up top is form-fitting around her narrow waist, which makes her boobs look even bigger. My mouth waters as I remember sucking those nipples.
Fuck. I need to stop.
When she gets closer, away from the glare of the outside light, I can see her smile - she takes my breath away.
“Are you gonna hold that so I can get the fucking screw in, or are you gonna stare over your shoulder all day?” Gray growls on the other side of the stall wall.
Jerking my head around, I see the hinge is no longer lined up with the target holes. I line it back up without responding, but now I want him to hurry.
Nora steps up next to me and slides her hand across my shoulder; her fingers feel cool through my shirt from the brisk day. “Sloane asked me to tell you lunch is ready.”
Turning my head, I kiss the back of her hand. “We’re almost done.” She squeezes my shoulder and turns to walk away.
A small snort pulls my attention to the hole in the wall, and I see Gray smiling like an asshole. He shakes his head. “Never thought I’d see the day my little brother had eyes for only one woman.”
I smirk and growl, “Fuck you.”
As we’re walking up to the house to get lunch, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Callum. Veering away from Gray, I turn toward Marley’s stables and away from the house when I answer. “Harlow.”
“Did you get your flight info?”
“It came through last night with the link for available real estate.”
“I thought since she’s coming with you, you would probably want to get something better than an apartment.”
If she comes with me. I haven’t told her yet, but I don’t care where we live as long as she’s with me.
Not wanting to talk to him about my living arrangements with Nora, I give a short answer. “That’s all up to her.”
“That’s not the only reason I called. Spits says the boyfriend has been making some strategic movements regarding accounts and money today.”
“Ex-boyfriend.” It comes out as a growl.
He chuckles like an asshole. “Sorry, ex-boyfriend. Anyway, he’s started the process of creating another business in another woman’s name. Large amounts of money are being moved.”
So, the fucker doesn’t know we’re looking into him yet; he still thinks he’s king of the fucking world and has moved onto another unsuspecting woman. “Is everything being sent to the attorney, I’ll pay whatever he needs to give this his full attention. Also, the FBI wants his contact info.”
“Don’t worry about payment right now; I’ve got him on retainer for the team. We can settle that later. Send me the brothers-in-law’s info and I’ll tell him to reach out today.”
I’ve never traded or invested in stocks, so I don’t know the ins and outs of how it works, but now that he’s got another woman lined up, it’s bothering me. “Why would he be here if he’s shifting everything?”
“I wondered the same thing and asked Spits to look into it. There are quite a few rules, and it looks like he got lax with Nora. I think her leaving blindsided him. He thought he had the perfect puppet, and he’s been scrambling for the past few months.
I’m sure it’s possible for him to forge her signature digitally, but that’s fucking risky.
He put his eggs in one basket and now he needs her permission to cover his ass, while sinking her in the process. ”
Motherfucker.
That piece of shit is here to dissolve everything he’s created with her while leaving her in the hot seat.