The next morning, I woke up with a headache but still managed to have a smile on my face. Once we finally made it home, Tucker and I took advantage of having the cabin alone, and we tainted every surface we could. By the time I fell into bed, I was sore, exhausted, and deliriously happy.
We were packing everything up to leave which meant I didn’t get to lie in bed and get lost in Tucker like I wanted to. Instead, I was helping Brooke cram all her stuff back into her bags.
“How did you manage to get all of this in here to start with?” I laid on top of the bag while she attempted to zip it.
“Very carefully,” she huffed out.
“Do you all need help?”
I turned to the sound of Tucker’s voice in the doorway and smiled up at him.
“I think we may be able to handle the zipping, but we could use some help carrying them down.”
He looked me over from top to bottom; taking in my short shorts and my tank top. His gaze was slow, calculated, heated.
“I don’t know how you expect me to get anything done when you’re lying there dressed like that.”
I smirked. “I could think of a few things you could do.”
“Really, guys? I’m still here,” Brooke said, looking up from the zipper she was focusing on. I had almost forgotten she was there.
Tucker chuckled, and I watched the way his dimple popped out.
“I actually thought you guys would be cute once you got together, but you’re actually pretty nauseating.”
“Whatever.” I shoved her arm causing her to fall on her ass.
I got up from her bag and grabbed mine. I wasn’t looking forward to heading home. Not in the least. A series of thoughts kept running through my head. Spiking my anxiety.
Would things change once we got home? Would it go back to the way it was?
To top it off, I knew that I had dinner with my family the next day then I would be shooting the staff of Rock Bottom the day after.
A nervous wreck was an understatement.
I was losing my damn mind.
We said our goodbyes to Jase and Ryan, and I could tell that the guys would really miss them. They joked and harassed each other, but they were lifelong friends, and they knew what they meant to each other without having to get sappy.
“It’s such a shame,” Jase said as he wrapped me in a hug.
“What is?”
“You and Tucker. We really would have been great together.” He winked at me, and I giggled.
“Okay, asshole. Hands off.” Tucker was smiling though. He knew his friend was only joking, but there was a hint of threat in his tone.
By the time we finally hit the road, I felt like I was coming out of my skin. It was as if that perfect bubble that I had been living in the last few days had finally burst, and I was left scattered trying to figure out which way was up and which way was down.
I plugged my headphones into my ears and rested my head against my seat. I needed to get out of my own head. I was my own worst enemy.
Nothing had changed. Tucker was still being amazing, and he had given me no reason to believe that he wouldn’t stay that way.
The music ran through me and helped calm me somewhat. I opened my eyes when I felt someone watching me and looked in front of me. Tucker was driving, and I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
I smiled at him, but it obviously wasn’t believable. He tilted his head to the side and studied me momentarily before turning his attention back to the road. When we stopped for gas, he pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head.
“You okay?”
I looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
“Yeah. I’m just tired.”
“You sure?” He didn’t look like he believed me, and it unnerved me that he could already read me so well.
“Positive.”
He didn’t push me any further, and when we got back into the car, I managed to fall asleep. I didn’t wake up until I felt Tucker lift me out of the car. It was dark outside, and although I had probably just slept four hours, I was exhausted.
“Hey there, sleepy head.” He kissed my forehead and my heart fluttered.
“Hey.” I scrubbed my eyes as he sat me down on my feet.
“I ordered us some pizza for dinner. It should be here soon.”
“Okay.” I walked up the stairs like a zombie with Tucker trailing behind me carrying our bags.
When I got to my door, he stopped with me and didn’t even glance toward his. He just waited patiently for me to unlock my door then dropped his bag inside the door before carrying mine to the room.
“I think I’m going to take a shower before the food gets here,” I said as I kicked my shoes off.
“Okay.” He laid down on my bed, and I knew he was tired from the long drive.
I stepped into the spray of the hot shower, and instantly my muscles began to relax. Letting my head fall back, I let the water fall over my face and wash away my tension. I focused on letting my anxiety wash down the drain, but it shot up again when the shower curtain moved open.
Covering myself with my hands, I said, “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower.” Tucker was completely bare as he stepped into the shower with me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
I started to step out of the spray so he could get in, but he boxed me in instead, holding me close to his body and putting us both in the water.
His strong hands ran over my hair, each strand getting soaked by the water. He worked his way down my body, rubbing my arms, softly caressing my belly.
“Thank you for taking me to Tennessee.” My voice was quiet, his hands almost putting me in a coma.
“You’re welcome. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
I sighed, and he gripped my chin in his hand tilting it up to face him. His lips touched mine. Soft. Tender. Loving.
“I need you, babe.” His words played across my lips and all I could do was nod in agreement.
He turned me away from him, my back pressed to his front, and he ran his hands down my body. His skin scorched mine in their barely there touch.
“Tucker,” I moaned.
His lips pressed to my neck as his hands moved to my breast. I could feel his hardness digging into my back and my arousal pooling between my thighs.
He didn’t waste time either. One hand remained on my breast, touching, teasing, and torturing my nipple, while the other hand moved down my stomach to my center. His fingers moved in slow, lazy circles over my clit, and I felt breathless by the time he bent me over and moved my hands to the shower wall.
His fingers ran down my back tracing the rivets of water that ran down my skin. Using his foot, he pushed my legs apart until they couldn’t go any further, and his hands on my hips arched me back leaving me completely exposed to him. Ready for anything he was willing to give me.
When he pressed into me, I momentarily realized that he didn’t have a condom on, but the feel of him was too intense, too good, to make him stop. He stopped for a moment when he was fully seated inside me, and I squirmed, my body begging him to move. With the next thrust, I got my wish.
He pulled out of me slowly then rammed back into me with so much power that I was barely able to hold myself up on the slippery tile wall.
“Oh, fuck.” The words slipped out of my mouth.
He growled as he did it again, but this time I was better prepared for it and braced myself for the impact. My body contracted around him with every thrust. Our moans and the slap of our skin were the only sounds that could be heard.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of his voice to see him staring down at where we were connected.
I pushed back into him with his next thrust, and he clamped his eyes shut. When they opened again, they were almost black. Dark. Hungry. Lethal.
He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing my back to arch almost to the point of pain. His other hand dug into my hip. His fingers pressed into my skin, branding me.
My legs shook as he pounded into me. My breath ragged. My heart raced.
Tucker slammed into me forcing my body forward. My hands slipped and I barely managed to catch myself as my orgasm ripped through me, but Tucker held my body close to him as he milked his own pleasure from my body.
After our breathing returned to normal, Tucker helped me stand, still holding me close, providing me strength through my weakness. He peppered gentle kisses over my face before pouring shampoo into his hand.
We didn’t talk as he lathered up my hair and rinsed it out. We just watched each other as he soaped up my body being gentle as he ran his hand over my center. He quickly washed himself off before turning off the shower and wrapping me in a towel. He hung a towel low on his hips showing off the deep muscles that disappeared underneath, and my mouth watered.
“Stop looking at me like that, Firecracker, or I’m going to put your ass on that counter and fuck you again.”
I blinked up at him but then a drop of water ran off his neck and made its way down his body, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching its path.
The next thing I knew, I was lifted in the air and my ass hit the counter as my towel was ripped from my body.
Turned out that Tucker made good on his threats, and the pizza was ice cold by the time we made it out of my room.