I say that like I wouldn’t let him have his way with me all day and all night. The things he makes me feel can’t be described, and I want to live here.
Never have I felt this way before. Like I have a place in this world. Family and friends. And it’s all thanks to Tucker.
Another orgasm sneaks up on me, and I cry out, Tucker still hammering into me, and he shouts my name as he finds his release.
It seems to be a game with him. How many times can he make me climax before he does. I’m pretty certain he’s keeping track and trying to beat a personal record every time we have sex.
Again, not a bad problem to have.
His lips crash against mine as he stays buried inside me, and he flips us over so that I’m underneath him. And he manages this with very little separation of our bodies, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he cups my face.
I’m not sure if he considers what we do as making love, but it is. The way we come together is love. Sure, it’s also passion and pleasure, but it’s love. And the way he kisses me right now tells me he desperately wants to love me.
If only he’d let himself. There’s so much I want to give him, but I need him to give himself to me fully. Just like I have him.
The alarm to the house goes off—something I’ve never heard before—and Tucker jumps off me. He grabs his jeans, shoves them on, and unclips his gun from the holster hanging on the hook behind the door.
I slip out of bed and slide into the robe he bought me because I’m always cold in the mornings. Padding quietly after him, I’m relieved to find Scotty in the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” Tucker shouts at him as he walks to the keypad and punches in the code.
0-3-2-1
Joanna’s birthday.
Sometimes, like this specific situation, I feel jealous of his relationship with her. But it quickly disappears when I remind myself she’s gone. She was killed, and Tucker could only hold her as she died.
No one with a heart could just let someone go after that. But I do sometimes wish he’d want to change some things. Like, maybe use my birthday instead of Joanna’s for the security code.
Maybe if we ever officially move in together, he will. This is still his home, not mine. Our arrangement is only temporary while Ryan’s still out there.
“You weren’t answering your phone. Shit’s going down at Velvet,” Scotty says.
“Must be bad if they called you,” Tucker snaps.
“Your brother was there.”
Jaw clenched, Tucker runs to the bedroom, and I stand there in shock. Ryan’s back in town? This isn’t good. And I know how responsible Tucker will feel if anyone gets hurt because of his brother.
And poor Queenie. She was just attacked by Jake. I hope she’s okay.
He runs back out in record speed, his boots and leather on, and he points at me. “You’re not leaving the house. No matter what. We don’t know what the fuck my brother is planning here. Scotty, stay here with her.”
“Got it,” he says.
Kissing my forehead, he hurries to the door and resets the alarm before taking off.
I had plans to make carrot bars for Tucker today, so I have something to occupy my time. And it’ll be a surprise for him when he gets home.
“It’ll be okay, Phoebe,” Scotty says. “You’re safe here.”
Smiling, I nod. “I should probably go and… put on clothes.”
“Shit, I interrupted the two of you doing the horizontal tango, didn’t I?”
The reference makes me giggle, but Scotty actually looks pained. Like the realization physically hurts him.
“It’s okay.”
