Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Do people come over to your house in Denver?” I asked once we’d sat down at my dining table with our plates of grilled chicken and veggies—which was also fucking weird. I hadn’t sat down at this table in ages, and here we were, again, doing something completely “normal” in a situation that was anything but.
“Huh?” Tucker said, popping a bite of chicken in his mouth, brow flickering up in apparent confusion.
“I mean, do you have people over to your house a lot? Women? Men? Friends? Hookups? Whatever?”
Tucker’s brow held its perch before he shook his head with a quiet chuckle. “Some of the shit that comes out of your mouth, man… Yeah, people come to my house all the time. That’s kinda what a house is for. I like having people around. Barbecuing, hanging out, watching games, whatever.” He paused, seeming to catch himself. “Not hookups for a long time, though.” He swiped a hand across his mouth. “Meant what I said about that. But in the past, sure? Why?”
I shrugged. I knew what Tucker’s house looked like. It’d been in some magazine article once. Now, I tried to imagine him in it, doing what we were doing, but with someone else, and it made my stomach tighten. “Just curious.”
“Don’t you?” He glanced around. “It’s a pretty sweet place.”
“Not really.”
“Why not?”
I’d known that question was coming but still wasn’t prepared for it. “Don’t know. It just doesn’t happen. If the guys are getting together, it’s usually at LaForge’s because he got that crazy deal on that compound in Thousand Oaks. Talk about sweet. The theater room is legit the size of the real thing.” I’d only been there a couple of times, but Tucker didn’t need to know that. Besides, I’d been making more of an effort lately to hang with the guys, go out with them, even if my nights always ended up with me alone, wishing I had Tucker’s hands on me.
Tucker had stopped eating and was looking at me thoughtfully before he offered a “huh” that I couldn’t parse the meaning of. Before I could ask, though, he followed up with, “So who’s the last person that was over here?”
“Candice.” He knew how Candice fit within the family but still frowned. “Okay, and before that?”
“If you’re asking who the last person is that came here to hook up with me, I guess that’d be Lila Monroe.”
He barked out a laugh. “Lila Monroe, no shit? I had no idea. I thought she dated Cullen Atwood for a while.”
I shrugged again. “She did, I think. We just hooked up for a few weeks.” She’d ghosted me, probably for Cullen now that I considered the timing on it, but I hadn’t been butthurt over it. The sexual chemistry between us had been hot, but that was pretty much where it’d ended for me, and we’d both had crazy schedules.
“Huh,” he said again, in that vague way that was starting to drive me crazy because I felt like he was making some assessment of me. Fuck if I cared to ask about it, though. The closer we got to finishing our meals, the more the buzzing sensation in my body amplified, like my dick was on a timer, counting down to what came next.
When Tucker pushed his plate away, I did the same and then stood too fast, almost knocking my chair over as I reached to grab his plate and clear it.
Tucker’s warm chuckle ran through me like spiced honey. “Eager much?”
I hoped my answering laugh didn’t sound too forced. I took the plates to the sink and dropped them in before spinning back to the table, where Tucker was resting back in his chair, arms folded over his chest, watching me with those dark eyes.
“I should shower, probably,” I said, and Tucker stood.
“Me too.”
I didn’t offer the guest shower. The look in his eyes said he was coming with me.
Once inside, we washed quickly, and with the spray of the dual showerheads pelting us, Tucker pressed against me, lips moving over mine, down my neck, and back up again. It was a slow and sensual contrast to the roughhousing that had happened outside earlier, and with the heat and steam billowing around us and the knowledge of what was about to happen, it ramped my arousal higher. Our slick bodies moved against each other, and in seconds, I was thrusting against him, moaning when our cocks bumped and glided together.
Just when I was ready to tell him to fuck me right there, Tucker reached out and turned the faucets off. “C’mon.”
He trailed me into the bedroom and let fly one of those annoyingly sexy laughs when I dropped the towel I’d been running over my hair and crawled onto the bed on all fours.
“What?” I asked, peering over my shoulder at him. “This is happening, right?”