Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I swallow deep knowing what my body is craving. The air between us has shifted, thickened, like the moment before a storm breaks. I can see the pulse in his neck, steady and strong. I can still smell the leather and gasoline that clings to him, the faintest hint of whiskey beneath it from the last call where the brother’s all took a shot together for luck. “Good,” I whisper, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to. “Just thinking.”
“Dangerous habit.” His other hand comes up, fingers brushing a strand of hair off my shoulder, his knuckles skimming the side of my neck. The touch is light, but it sends a shiver down my spine, making my nipples tightening under the thin fabric of her top. “What’s got you so deep in that head of yours, baby?”
“Just today,” she admits. “Your brothers. The way they take care of each other and everyone around them, it’s kind and comfortable. They treated me, a stranger, like I mattered.”
“Treated you like you were mine, baby?” His lips quirk, but his eyes darken, seriously so. “That’s ‘cause you are. And they know it. So embrace it baby, this is my world and now yours too.”
The words hit me like a physical thing causing my breath to hitch. The idea of being his turns me on more than I have ever been in my life.
Before I can respond, his hand slides up to cup the back of my neck, his thumb pressing just under my jaw, tilting my face up. His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips like he owns them and no barrier will stand in his way. I gasp, my hands flying to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He tastes like smoke and mint, the stubble on his jaw scraping against my skin as he angles my head just right, deepening the kiss until I am dizzy with it.
A low growl vibrates in his chest when I melt against him, my body arching into his like I was made to fit right here. His free hand slides down to grip my ass, hauling me up against the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, Lucy,” he groans against my lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy all damn day, lookin’ at me with those eyes, laughin’ at my stupid jokes like I’m funny.” His teeth nipp at my bottom lip, sharp enough to make me whimper. “Like you actually give a shit what I have to say.”
“I do,” I breath deep. “I want you,” I pant. “Tucker, I want this.” I finally admit to us both.
“Baby,” he pants.
My jeans hit the floor before I can blink, my panties right after, cool air hitting tickling my bare skin. Tucker’s calloused fingers slide up my thighs, rough and sure, parting my folds with a groan. “So fuckin’ wet for me already,” he mutters, his breath hot against my ear. “Ready for me.” Two fingers sink into me without warning, curling up to hit that spot inside that make me see stars. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, my body clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he rumbles, his thumb finding my clit, circling it in slow, maddening strokes. “Take what I give you.” His mouth crashes back onto my own, swallowing my moans as he fingers me harder, his free hand tangling in my hair, holding me still as I get lost in his kiss.
I can feel his cock, thick and heavy against my stomach, the denim of his jeans rough against my skin. I want it. Want him, all of him. I want to be claimed.
“Please,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my body trembling on the edge. “Tucker please.”
“Please what?” His voice is full of hunger, his fingers stilling inside me just enough to make me whine. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
My face burns in heat, but the ache between my legs keeps getting worse as the want is now a complete need. “I want you to fuck me,” I say, the words coming out breathless. “Hard. Like you mean it.”
Tucker’s eyes flash, his grip on my hair tightening just shy of pain. “Since you asked so nice.” He teases. He doesn’t give me time to react before he lifts me, tossing me onto the bed like I weigh nothing. I bounce on the mattress, my breath leaving my body in a rush as he strips off his shirt, his chest a landscape of ink and muscle, the scars on his shoulders pale against his tan. His belt jingled as he undid it, his jeans following, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head already glistening.
Tucker crawls into the bed, his body covering my own, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the best possible way. He reaches down using his hand, he drags the head of his penis through my folds, teasing my entrance as I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to pull him in.