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Rolling her eyes, Megan shook her head. “I thought I'd get through to you.” She gave him a limp wave. “I see I'm not, so I'll go."

"Sweetheart.” He reached for her. His heart lodged in his throat. “Babe?"

Megan's shoulders slumped and she bowed her head. “I came here because I've been through hell today and you needed a friend.” She looked up at him. The shadows under her eyes seemed to deepen. “Is that now a crime?"

"How you feel is never a crime.” The pain in her voice wrapped tightly in a coil in his belly. He'd caused the better part of her hurt. Only he could fix things. “I'd rather hear you say you care about me."

"Tucker, I told you. I never stopped caring. See?” She tapped her chest. “I've had the chance to get rid of it. Rick threatened to cut it off in my sleep. I debated using pliers to hack it off to free myself of you. I couldn't. I kept it because I couldn't let go.” Her voice wavered and her hand trembled. “What else do you want from me? Blood? My soul? You've had them all along."

All the emotions and words he'd bottled up for the past five years came out in a rush. “It's all so fucked up. Meg, I—Nothing is working out the way I planned.” He snagged her in an embrace, relishing the light scent of her perfume. She fit so perfectly against him. “I can use a good friend right now.” Tucker feathered a kiss to her lips. One taste wasn't nearly enough. “But I want more than friendship from you. Much more. I need it."

"Tucker.” Megan clutched the wrinkles in his shirt and nibbled his chin. “I can't guarantee forever, but I don't want to hold this in.” She kissed him again, this time lingering. Her tongue tangled with his, duelling for power. “You make me feel like I'm sexy and desirable."

Tucker slid his fingers under the hem of her blouse. “Need you."

The fire in her eyes heated straight to his soul as she sank to her knees. Her gaze held his while she opened his jeans. His cock jutted out at her. Whimpers he barely recognised as coming from his own throat split the air when she swirled her tongue over the blunt tip of his dick.

Her giggles vibrated along his dick. The moist heat of her mouth engulfed him. His hips shifted and he began to thrust between her lips. Tucker twirled her hair through his hands. “That's it, baby. Take me in."

Thankful for the car at his back, Tucker wobbled on his feet and continued to moan. Megan pierced her tongue into the slit on the crown of his cock, eliciting more groans. He jerked on his feet when she pulled his pants down farther and fondled his balls.

"Damn.” The word slid slowly through his lips. Blood pounded through his body and love swelled in his heart. Letting her go now wasn't an option. He tensed as the severity of his feelings bubbled in his heart and the beginnings of orgasm built in his groin.

Megan took him deep into her throat, her nose buried in the springy curls at the base of his erection. Instead of just playing with him, she moved her touch back behind his sac to the sensitive patch of skin guarding his ass. She released his penis and laved her tongue around her middle finger. The sight of her acting so wanton shot straight to his balls.

"Hell yeah.” He groaned and cupped her face in both hands. “Please?"

Her smile was her only response as she resumed her oral assault. She caressed his tight pucker with her slickened finger. Tucker mashed his groin to her face, caught up in the tidal wave of sensation. His thrusts, once measured, became frantic as he sought release. He closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip. The climax overtook him in tidal wave proportions and he slumped back against the car.

"I love you, Megan,” he gasped. Even as the orgasm depleted his energy, his confession lifted the weight from his shoulders. He let go of her and clutched the fender for stability.

Megan added a few extra licks then sat back on her heels. “What did you say?"

Tucker pulled his jeans up over his hips, put his dick into his boxers and dropped to his knees before her. “I love you more than a race car, more than racing. More than anything."

She had the truth. Scary part was what she'd do with it.

* * * *

Loved her? Well, hell. That hadn't factored into her decision to come to him. Sadness grew like a weighted balloon in her chest. He'd said he loved her before. Then he walked away for greener pastures. What would prevent him from bolting when the downturn in his career righted itself? Damn. Even in her mind, she sounded like a broken record.

"Megs?"

"Tucker."

His brows rose, but he didn't say anything. Before, she'd been the one to declare her feelings. Back during their first time.

"I love you."

"Good."

In the years since, he'd become more adept at expressing his feelings, but...some things never changed. Including her. Always the twinge of doubt. Having him on edge made her feel a little better. Not much, but a little.

"Megs? You keep drifting on me."

She snapped her gaze to his.
Think fast.
“Why don't you show me around? I've been here twice and still not had the honour of touring the place. I like nickel tours."

If nothing else, walking would give her time to think.

Confusion flickered across his face as he bobbed his head. “Might be a penny tour.” Tucker offered his hand. “You've seen the track. There's nothing else really here but trees, trees, and more trees.” He murmured into her ear, “Unless you're looking to score in the woods. We never got around to that. Want to?"

She blinked then followed him towards the garage building. The man knew how to knock her off-kilter. “And miss whatever's in the building over there? I want to see everything.” Megan scrubbed both palms over her face. His declaration ran rampant through her mind. He loved her. It wasn't supposed to happen and yet it had.

"What the lady wants.” He chuckled and tugged her wrists, forcing her to look at him. “Megs, why do you hide from me? Yeah, you might be right next to me, but I'll be damned if it doesn't feel like you're a hundred miles away.” He nodded to the wide garage door. “This is the mansion. The world's first functional mansion."

"Functional? I'm impressed. You hate five dollar words.” She breathed in the scent of motor oil and car wax. The citrusy scent of the wax reminded her of home. Funny how she found comfort in the most absurd things. Her footsteps clacked on the pebbled flooring.

"Shush."

"You want me to hush or answer your question?"

"Let's go upstairs first. I'm tired of being outside."

Megan passed the line of cars in the ample space. A modified race car, another Camaro—brand new if she wasn't mistaken—and a late model car. “Is that the one?"

"It's still got the dent."

"I thought we'd get caught for sure, but it was fun.” Megan smoothed her hand over the faint divot in the hood of the late model car. The paint shimmered in the fluorescent lights. Sweet memories came to mind. He won the championship and fucked her on the hood that night, in the car carrier at the track.

"That was the first time I thought I'd really lost you."

Megan stared at his back as he strolled away from her. They'd had so many ups and downs. Where did they stand? On the edge of goodbye? On the cusp of forever together? She wiped her cheeks. At the very end of the row sat a lone truck. She gasped. It couldn't be.

"I kept it."

Megan shifted her attention from the two-tone blue Chevy to Tucker.

"Couldn't junk her, even when she cost me over four grand to refurb. I rebuilt the engine, installed a new tranny and used the fab shop at MPR. Couple guys there owed me a favour.” He caressed the fender. “Here she sits. Brand new shocks...waiting to be used."

Megan ran her fingers over the chrome lining the window. More memories bombarded her. “We sure used it."

"Best time of our lives, huh?” Tucker shoved his hands into his pockets. “Was for me."

Megan sighed and blinked back tears she hadn't realised were again filling her eyes. “Where...where are you going?"

"My space.” He stopped at the top of the staircase. “Come on. I want to show you something.” When she scurried up the wide steps, he opened a door. “Chateau Poston. It's not much, but it's mine, free and clear."

Megan stepped past him and into the airy space. Mocha walls lined the second storey. A leather couch the colour of milk chocolate lumbered against one wall. Across the room, a large screen plasma television nestled in the midst of a game console and gargantuan speaker system. Shelves filled with trophies and helmets ringed the large room. Other than the race memorabilia, the space could belong to any guy. She ventured towards the shelves. Two items caught her eye. A photo from his first track championship and a collaged photo album she'd given him on their first anniversary. Once again, the past seeped into her brain. The album had been a labour of love, created to showcase each of his triumphs.

"No others."

"Excuse me?” Megan swallowed hard at the serious look in Tucker's eyes. “What?"

"No other women, Megan. I don't bring them here."

The information settled low in her belly. It buoyed her mood. “Why?"

"Didn't want to."

She chewed the inside of her cheek. He sounded so sincere and so final. “But—"

"None.” Tucker cupped her face in both hands, resting his forehead against hers. “We met at the track, their place, hotels...never here. This is my space."

"Why allow me to come here?” Her voice wobbled. “I'm just me."

"You get me. The good, the bad, the ugly. You understand. We have the same needs and wants."

She did understand. The need for pain with the pleasure. The desire to be dominated and to dominate. After tamping down the instincts she had fought so hard to understand, she'd nearly forgotten how it truly felt to be wanted, desired...except in his arms. The things they'd tried and the rough-edged passion they shared—things made sense with him. And still she wanted to walk away.

Tucker touched the pendant at her throat. “When I saw this on you, I knew you remembered. It was never a bauble. It's who we are...together."

She stared at him for a long moment. What the hell should she say? Tucker didn't deal in emotions unless he was on track. Why the sudden outpouring?
I love you
sat on the tip of her tongue, but the niggling doubt remained as well.

"Play with me?"

His question, though pleading, came out in a low tone that tugged at her insides. Her pussy creamed and her nipples throbbed. She should absolutely leave. Walk out and never look back with her dignity safely locked away.

Fuck safety. She bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back.

"Yes, Sir."

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Chapter Seven
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"No, sweets."

Megan looked at him.
No?

With each word, he unfastened the buttons of her blouse. “I want this to be special.” Tucker tilted her chin with the tip of his fingers and inched towards her. Power radiated in his eyes and in his being. “Tonight is ours."

Clearly, he wasn't thinking straight. They couldn't be more than friends with benefits on the down-low. She shivered and parted her lips to respond. Instead, he kissed her. A combination of desire and devastation grew in her mind and surrounded her heart.

Tucker broke the kiss and tweaked her nipple through her bra. “This is what we are meant to do.” He pinched her breast again, enough to send a pleasure-pain zinging to her core. He shoved the blouse from her shoulders and worked the clasp on her bra. The fabric fluttered to the ground silently.

Uneasiness battled with the desire his actions drew out. Without the shield of clothing, he'd see all her blemishes—the scar, the marks, the extra pounds...

"Better.” The single word came out in a growl. “Gorgeous."

Megan shied away from his hand. Forget it. Her courage wasn't enough to get her through being naked with Tucker. Half-naked? Fine. Him naked? Perfect. Both of them bare...no way.

"Don't hide from me.” He unfastened her jeans then shoved the denim and her panties down her hips. She squirmed and turned away from him. Slapping her ass, he brought her attention back to him.

"I will lash you to my bed.” He strode around her, like an animal sizing up its opponent...or its prey. “Relax. We'll play that way later."

Not a chance
.

Actually, being bound before him sounded damn sexy. They'd played the game before. Hell, she came the hardest when he dominated her. But time had made her cautious. One hour of play could lead to a lifetime of tears and regret. She refused to be his regret—again.

Without warning, Tucker scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “I've waited a long time to do this."

"What?” she murmured as he placed her on the bed.

"To make love to you on a proper bed—not in secret at my folks, not in the bed of the truck, but here. In my own place."

Okay, she could work with this. Had to.

"You're sexy lying there, but I want more. Arms up. Over your head."

Megan grabbed the rungs of the headboard and bit down on her bottom lip. Tucker nodded. Flutters started in her belly. Did she measure up?

"I've never seen a sexier woman in my life.” Tucker yanked his belt from his jeans then snapped the leather. The crack ricocheted across the room. After flicking the button on his pants, he shifted his hips. Without a sound, the denim pooled out of her line of sight. His cock jutted out from the gap in his green plaid boxer shorts.

She dragged her gaze from his dick to his eyes. The cool jade and amber sparkled. “I remembered a box of condoms this time."

Megan bit back a smile. Even when they fooled around before, he forgot protection and left the job to her. He held up the box like a trophy. “Think we can make do with twelve tonight or should I get more?"

He didn't give her time to answer. Instead he ripped the cotton T-shirt up over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Tucker settled between her legs and ran his fingers along her calf. “Open."

Megan parted her thighs. Her heart lodged in her throat. It seemed like every time she thought she'd built strong walls around her heart, he breached the fortifications. Every time she convinced herself she wasn't going to give him an inch, he took a mile and a half.

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