TUCKER: Valley Enforcers, #3 (7 page)

Whatever ground we covered was lost. She shifted angrily and put her glass on the counter after taking a long sip. “You don’t have to be an asshole.”

“You’re not upset I’m here, Emily. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“I don’t know what you want,” She admitted. I hated the nervous line that wrinkled her forehead. “It was supposed to be a one night thing.”

“The second I was inside you I knew it wasn’t going to be just a one night thing. I’m not asking for forever, Em.” I couldn’t let myself think that far ahead. Forever with Emily sounded like nirvana. And damn, did saying it out loud make it so much sweeter. My bear rumbled in my chest at the thought of spending more time with her. “Just a few more nights together. That’s all I want.”

A few nights to get her out of my system. A few nights to convince myself that those thoughts of forever were wrong.

It was too quiet, and she looked upset. I seemed to have a talent for fucking things up with her. I wasn’t a smooth talker with the ladies like Justin was, but I never stumbled as much as I did with Emily.

Bypassing the glasses, I pressed my hands against the counter on either side of her. She took a sharp breath and looked up. Those glistening green eyes I dreamed of every second of the damn day were filled with hurt. Normally full of life and sassy, I hated seeing her so vulnerable. I was to blame. It was so stupid to expect her to agree to a few more nights together because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was selfish, but Emily started the gears in my chest. Ever since the day I took a claw to the face, nothing felt right. But Emily?
She felt right
.

“If you want me to go, tell me.”

There was a spark in her gemstone eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”

It was music to my ears. Chest vibrating and heart singing, I dipped my head to brush my lips against hers. I just wanted enough to hold me over, but she tasted like wine and oh so sexy. I pulled away long enough to know I needed more than a lingering kiss. I pushed into her again, need frying every part of my brain. Her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to sweep in and tangle with hers. Her fingers locked in my belt loop.

This – this is what I’ve been missing.

We both knew what was coming. We didn’t need to rely on fantasy or memories. What we had was so much hotter. Brighter. I was terrified that I’d never get tired of hearing her throaty moans or feeling her curves pressed against me and terrified that I would.

She was pulling away from me too quickly, hands planted firmly against my chest. “Echo is at the door. I need to let her in.”

“If you’re thinking about your dog when I’m two seconds away from spreading you on that table over there, then I’m doing something wrong.”

The desire in her eyes contrasted her sharp tongue. “I’m not going to leave her in the cold because you’re getting blue balls. I’m going to let her in and you’re going be waiting for me naked in my bed. Got it?”

I hated when people talked back to me, which made my attraction to Emily a mystery from the get go. Her bossy side had my dick straining in my pants. Needing to find my footing, I took advantage of her high hair and tilted head. I dropped down and ran my tongue along her neck, sucking and nibbling hard enough that I knew the only way to get rid of my love marks would be to shift or cover them with makeup.
Sink your teeth into her. Mark her.
I faltered for a second before trailing back up and swirling my tongue at her earlobe.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I shoved my bear back down my throat and ignored his snarling growls. I wasn’t going to mess things up with Emily because he was lonely. I was just scratching an itch that wouldn’t go away. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Emily

I was either trapped in the best dream or the worst nightmare. I couldn’t decide. I didn’t need to pinch myself to know I was awake. The heat spreading through my body like a forest fire was just as effective. For nights, Tucker visited me in my sleep where I was powerless to ignore the magnetic attraction we had. I was fighting a losing battle, but the spoils of war lay beyond my bedroom door.

After bringing Echo in and promising her, again, that we’d run later, I made sure she had enough food and water. She gave me a knowing look and huffed before finding her favorite spot of worn carpet and flopping down. For a fleeting moment I considered hanging a sock on my front door because despite what Mandy thought, yes I did know what it meant. Kate had a key to my place and never knocked, but she was smart enough to put the pieces together. At least I hoped. Regardless, I’d have to give her a play-by-play of my day.

Steadying my breath and adjusting my clothes, I put one foot in front of the other until I was at my partially closed bedroom door. The overhead light wasn’t on, but the sunlight coming through the blinds was so bright it would provide more than enough light to see exactly what was going on. A shock of anxiety pumped through my veins, momentarily masking my arousal.

“Are you going to stay out there all day or join me?” The cocky voice filtered through the wide crack, snapping me back to attention.

I pushed the door open with my foot and sauntered into my bedroom with a little extra swing to my hips. What I saw took my breath away, but I pushed through the eroticism of the display and forced myself to speak. “Looks like you have it under control.”

Tucker was propped on top of my bed, completely naked. One arm folded behind his head and the other stroked his member with languid strokes that heated me to the core. He looked even better than he did that first night. His lean frame was the perfect balance between muscle and man. I devoured him with my eyes, sucking in a tiny breath when I focused on his cock.

He slowed his strokes, fingers loosening until they danced over his velvet skin. “I’ve had a lot of practice. Especially this past week or so.”

My gaze roamed back up to his face. Our eyes locked and I sucked on my bottom lip before admitting, “Me too.” And before I completely lost my cool and jumped on him like a wild woman, I peeled my clingy shirt off – the one I put on because it gave me some allusion of cleavage – and tossed it to the side.

“Shit,” Tucker groaned. “Did you put that on for me, Em? Do you wear sexy lingerie when you touch yourself to my memory?”

I
had
changed out of my plain black bra and mismatched undies with him in mind, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. The lavender lace felt so much better on my skin. The little wisps of fabric were as delicate as his lips. Little flutters that challenged the racing speed of my heart.

“You flatter yourself, Tucker. Who says I don’t wear this all the time?” I wiggled out of my yoga pants, innocently turning so he could see the curve of my ass in my matching thong.

“You seem to forget that you left your wet clothes in my bathroom to dry. Cotton is nice, but this… hell, Em. It’s my turn to thank Santa.”

I couldn’t even be annoyed with him for bringing up my slip of the tongue on the doorstep. I was mesmerized by the way he fisted his own cock, like he was on a mission. With the wave of a hand, the scrap of fabric that covered my breasts landed on the ground. Time was either moving incredibly fast or painfully slow. Everything ran together. His face. The silent prayer. My knees bunching against the fabric as I crawled between his legs.

Indulging in something I’d been thinking of since our night together, I gazed down at his stiff member. Tucker had been so focused on pleasing me that night that I never got around to feeling his heaviness in my mouth. I brushed my hands against his inner thighs, causing him to jump and swear under my delicate touch, before I cupped him. He jerked in my hands, and not wanting to tease him anymore, I licked the underside of his shaft.

Tucker groaned, masking my own breathy sigh of excitement. His head, silky and near purple with want, seemed satisfied once surrounded by the warmth of my mouth. I knew it was torture to play with him so slowly, but I needed to memorize the way he felt. Gliding my tongue around the helmet of his cock in swirling patterns, I only stopped and lowered my head further when I was satisfied that his taste was imprinted in every part of my mouth.

My body instinctually knew what to do, though it had been a while since I’d been with anyone. My lips were firm against his cock, creating a vacuum seal as I swallowed as much of his length into my mouth as I possibly could while my tongue massaged the underside of his straining member. Thankful that my hair was still knotted on the top of my head, I looked up, eager to catch the pleasure on his face. The piercing gaze that stared back at me was so much more – feral and possessive, the lines between need and want seemed to simmer together until my skin felt like it was burning to a crisp.

I held him there for a moment, either unable or unwilling to move. My mind caught up with my body and I looked down, eyes fluttering with the pleasure of knowing he was tickling the back of my throat. I braced myself with one hand, keeping it firmly planted on his muscular thigh. The other worked in tandem with my mouth. I took as much of Tucker in my mouth as I could, and my hand made up for the lost area.

His body was vibrating in a way that would’ve been strange had he not been a shifter. Satisfying both parts of his soul awoke the animal inside of me, putting her on a one way path towards her end goal. What that was, I didn’t know. Sensual pride kept me going, even when my jaw started to ache and my wrist tired. Tucker wasn’t one of those guys who kept his pleasure to himself. He was vocal, letting a strip of profanities taint his beautiful deep moans.

The tiny piece of fabric between my legs was drenched. There was an ache that seemed to swallow me whole, but I wanted to feel Tucker come in my mouth. I wanted to finish the fantasy. My own orgasm – or if history was an example, orgasms – would have to wait. Needed to wait. There was no way Tucker was going to last much longer, and I was determined to give us both the finale we wanted.

Wordlessly coaxing him towards an orgasm, I moved quicker. His fingers were tangled in the mess of hair on top of my head. His hips flexed, thrusting the dull head of his cock against the roof of my mouth.

Giving me enough warning that I could pull away if I wanted to, Tucker’s strained voice cried out, “Fuck! I’m gonna come, Em!”

Swallowing wasn’t something I enjoyed, but I wanted a part of Tucker for myself. I wanted to savor the sensation of his essence trailing down my throat. I looked up just in time to watch his eyes snap shut and his head push back onto the mattress as a silent moan created a sensual silence that fell upon us like a blanket. The liquid in my mouth was a small price to pay to watch Tucker completely turn himself over to pleasure. I only knew bits and pieces about him, but I had a feeling he wasn’t the type to get lost in the moment very often.

With a masculine salt still tingling on my lips, I pulled myself up to lay next to Tucker. His chest rose and fell quickly and his eyes were closed. Despite this, he snaked an arm out and crushed me to his side.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Unable to stop myself, I kissed his chest. “You say that like I didn’t enjoy it. Believe me, I probably had just as much fun as you did.”

I was so relaxed that I didn’t have time to anticipate his movements. Graceful and deadly in the best way possible, he flipped our bodies so I was flat on my back and he was half draped over me. Up on one elbow, as to not crush me beneath his muscles, he stared down at me under a cocked eyebrow. “I highly doubt that.”

“Feel for yourself.” I gripped his fingertips and slid them down my chest, clenching with anticipation. My panties, though barely there, seemed too restricting as I urged him to touch more core. Warm fingertips brushed against my clit before hitting the sweet spot.

Teasing me with gentle back and forth movements, he coated himself with my dew and whispered gruffly, “Oh, I feel.” He grazed his teeth over a nipple hard enough to make me quiver. “Question is, what do you want me to do about it?”

Fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. I knew from experience that Tucker had stamina, but there was no way he’d be ready to go again so quickly after an orgasm. My body wouldn’t be satisfied until he was inside of me. I didn’t need foreplay, but his fingers would at least be able to help the burning need.

“Tell me what you want, Emily.”

“You,” I cried out as he slipped one finger inside of me. “You, I want you!”

I wanted him in more ways than I could ever have him. Relationships between shifters didn’t work out. I was living proof that non-fated relationships ended in disaster. That didn’t stop me from wanting Tucker more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, Connor included. I didn’t have time to think about what that meant. It was too soon – stars, everything was too soon. Too hot. Too fast. Too much. I was overwhelmed on every single level, but I couldn’t help but want more.

Tucker was like a hurricane. He kissed me fast and hard, his tongue plunging between my lips. His finger remained stationary inside of me, but his other hand palmed every part of my body, not holding back. When I couldn’t take his stillness any longer, I arched out and pushed him deeper. He smiled against my lips and began to move his hand in tandem with the rocking motion of my own body. It was almost embarrassing how quickly the friction brought me to an orgasm that had my limbs twitching and my throat hoarse.

“I need you inside of me,” I gasped, pawing at his naked flesh. I wasn’t above begging.

His warmth lifted from me and he tilted his head to the ground, regretfully. “Condom.”

“No time,” I lobbied. “Please, Tucker!”

My cries fell on deaf ears. He landed on the floor with a thud and a few seconds later the sound of a crinkling wrapper tore through the awkward tension. Sheathed, he climbed back on the bed and nudged my legs apart with his knees. I understood the condom our first night together, but he stormed back into my life demanding more time together. Shifters couldn’t get diseases and it wasn’t easy to get pregnant, so condoms were often a thing reserved for moments between strangers. The mixed signals stung, but I was too proud to say anything. Tucker wasn’t forever, but a baby would be. I knew that on a basic level, but when my wolf was clawing at my insides desperate for relief it was hard to think about anything other than coming.

“I don’t like seeing you frown,” He admitted, head dipping down so he could kiss my forehead. “I just want to be safe –”

Planting my hands on his chest, I stopped him. “I get it. Just fuck me, okay?”

“It’s not like that, Emily.”

Brazenly, I grabbed his cock and directed it to my opening. Tucker’s hips moved with me. He could argue all day that he didn’t intend for our relationship to be strictly sexual, but his body told me a different story. I could feel the heat radiating from my core as I lined him up and inched down far enough that he slipped inside of me. It was just an inch or so, but it was enough to have his jaw tighten.

I rubbed his chiseled jawline, suddenly missing the prickly stubble. His eyes found mine. I wasn’t surprised that he looked confused and aroused and a thousand other emotions because I felt them too. “Hey, no thinking. Just fuck me. We have tonight, right?”

He slid completely inside of me in a single, smooth stroke. We both let out a sigh, adjusting to the pleasure, and then he started to rock slowly. “I don’t have to report in until five PM tomorrow. I can stay the night.” A few more flexing movements and he added. “If you want.”

The smart thing to say was ‘no’ but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “Please.”

Despite my requests to fuck me, Tucker
made love
to me. It was slow and passionate and left me powerless. Our first night together had moments where we weren’t primal animals desperate to be close together, but the emotions weren’t fully established. In a move that seemed to be characteristically Tucker, he appeared to me both soft and hard. Tender and withdrawn.

His mouth was permanently attached to my collarbone while he rhythmically moved between my legs. Tiny love bites and soothing kisses eased my anxiety while inching my pleasure towards the point of no return. Deep in my soul was a need I didn’t want to understand.
Make him mark you. Claim him for your own.
I pretended like the idea didn’t make my heart flutter.

Our releases came just moments apart. It was the single most soul-shattering moment I had ever experienced. I hated that I thought of Connor as I was drifting down to Earth wrapped in Tucker’s arms, but the little voices in my heads screamed that even my fiancé never gave me white light inducing orgasms. What did that say about my relationship with Connor? Or more importantly, what did that say about my sort of relationship with Tucker?

The delicate touch of a strong man brought me out of my thoughts. I tilted my head and looked up at a very concerned Tucker. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I furrowed my brow as I shifted to rest on an elbow.

“I was trying to talk to you but you were zoned out there.”

“That should be a compliment, yeah?” I joked, but Tucker didn’t smile. The last time we were together we talked – or rather, I talked and he listened – and then we spent the night tangled in the sheets. The pillow talk was relatively non-existent. We were too tired to do anything but listen to the pull of our chemistry. But with an entire night ahead of us, I was suddenly anxious.