“Goddamn,” I hiss, feeling her pussyliterallysqueeze me. It’s pulsing. Driving me crazy. “Is that…Scottie.You’re going to kill me.” She smirks before she rolls her hips. “You’d better come in the next five seconds. I won’t last.”
“Then fuck me, Tucker. Hard.”
And I do. I drive my hips out and thrust hard into her. One…two times before she’s over the edge. Her body shakes and she moans. Stars dance in my vision, but I keep my focus on her and everything she’s giving me. My abs contract seconds before I spill my release into her.
She doesn’t take her eyes off me.
We stare at each other, and I can almost feel the two of us saying those three words to each other with our eyes. But it’s not enough—it will never be enough.
Scottie deserves everything.
Even if I don’t feel like I do, she makes me believe that there’s a chance I deserve her.
“You two are late,” Andrea says to us as we make our way down the driveway.
Scottie laughs, skipping to meet up with her. “Sorry. Busy morning.”
Jade, standing next to her, arches a brow and looks at me.
I shrug, unable to hide the smile on my face.
Oblivious to anything, Andrea claps her hands once before turning to face the house. She holds out a hand like she’s showcasing a work of art. In a way, she is. Scottie takes in the house while I stare at her. Her eyes widen, and the reaction tells me that she didn’t even notice it when we walked down the driveway.
“Is that…” Her voice trails off as her body carries her a few steps closer.
“They got the siding completely finished in one day,” Jade says, with a little pep to her voice. It’s a tone that saysyou’re going to do this. You’re going to nail it.
When I look at Andrea, though, her expression is unreadable. Almost like she’s pissed we finished it. I don’t fucking get it.
Scottie spins around, facing me. “Did you do this? You and your crew?” I nod, and she rushes for me, jumping into my arms and wrapping herself around me.
“You said you wanted rustic charm.”
She pulls back, giving me a knowing look. “It’s so perfect that I didn’t even know it was new siding.”
“Levi was able to find the type that was used on this house years ago. It was a bitch to find, but we did. I know how much you wanted to keep the house as close to what it originally was while adding your own touches,” I say, looking at the house. “We decided the best option was to find the same siding. This way it looks the same, just less…”
“Abandoned,” Scottie finishes for me.
I nod.
Before she can say more, Andrea cuts in, clearing her throat. “So this is the last filming of working on the house before the big finale. Looking at the checklist,” she says, tapping her pen against the clipboard in her hands. “The entryway was last on the list. Not sure why we left it for last.”
“I think my thought process was that we would be going in and out of that door so much. Trekking in dirt, tools, and sawdust.” Scottie shrugs. “Why do it first when we would just have to clean it up or touch it up later?”
“Hmm.” Andrea nods in approval, but is clearly thinking about it. “I guess you have a point.” She snaps out of it. “All right. The crew is ready. Let’s get your microphones hooked up and ready to finish this today.”
Once everything is done, we make our way inside the house.
The camera crew is already set up with lights positioned. Everyone stands around with a hungry focus like they’re waiting for something to go wrong. Scottie doesn’t waver, though. I can’t tell if it’s because she isn’t picking up on the vibes I get from Andrea, or if because she’s just that confident.
I’m going with the latter.
Scottie stands in the middle of the entryway. It’s large for a house this old, but it shouldn’t take long. She has her hands on her hips, looking around. She’s dressed in her signature paint-stained overalls again, which have even more on them frombefore this started. She has her hair in a messy knot on the top of her head because wewererunning late this morning.
She catches me looking at her and grins. “Stop staring at me like that.”
“You’ve got paint on your face,” I lie.
