Jensen filled a plastic bag with ice and grabbed a towel from a drawer, wrapping it around the homemade ice pack. She slid into the chair next to me, gently laying the ice across my knuckles. It felt like heaven.
We sat in silence. That comforting quiet I always had with Jensen. She waited until I was ready.
“I hate him. I hate him because of the secrets I’ve kept for his sorry ass. I hate that he’s torn our entire family apart.” I sucked in air, each word seeming to catch on invisible barbed wire in my throat. “I hate him because I’m just like him.”
Jensen went stock-still. Then she moved, grabbing my face in her hands and forcing me to meet her eyes. “You. Are.Nothing.Like. Him.”
Our gazes locked, twining with each other, imprinting the words we’d never say aloud onto each other’s souls.
I stood, my chair rocking back, the ice pack falling to the table. I grabbed Jensen around the waist and lifted. Her legs wound around me. I’d never needed her more than I did in that moment. I strode towards my bedroom, my dick hardening with each step, straining to get to her. The pressure against my zipper was painful, but I relished the pain.
When we reached my room, Jensen slid down my body, and I let out a pained groan. She tore off her shirt, her breasts bouncing with the action. Then her bra was gone. We both toed off our boots. I used her belt loops to yank her to me. My fingers unbuttoned her jeans.
I couldn’t wait. I needed a taste of her heat. I slipped a hand into her panties. Already wet.Fuck.I plunged a finger inside.
“Tuck.” The single word was uttered on a breathy moan.
“Gonna make you come just like this.” I swirled that single finger around inside her and added another. My palm rubbed against her clit, and she sucked in a breath. I worked her higher and higher, relishing the feel of the tiny convulsions around my fingers.
I pumped deeper, starting a come-hither motion, searching for that spot I knew would make her detonate. Jensen’s legs began to tremble. I bent my head, taking her tight nipple into my mouth and sucked deep. Jensen let out a garbled noise.
I rolled the bud between my teeth as my fingers inside her stroked deeper. As she began to tighten around me, I pressed my palm hard into that bundle of nerves and let my teeth sink lightly into her nipple. Jensen’s head fell back, and she clamped down around me so tightly, I was sure it cut off circulation to my fingers.
Jensen began to crumple, and I laid her back on the bed, slipping my hand from her jeans. She stared at me intently as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. Her eyes blazed. “Take me. Now.”
32
Jensen
I easedmy jeans down my legs, my gaze staying locked with Tuck’s as he unbuttoned his shirt. Stepping out of my pants, my hands went to Tuck’s jeans, but my eyes never strayed from his. There was something different about this time. Something unnamed that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Tuck pulled his wallet from his back pocket, removing a condom and tossing the billfold onto the pile of clothes. I helped Tuck roll the latex on, relishing the feel of him beneath our joined hands. His dick pulsed, and something tightened deep inside of me. “Now, please,” I whispered.
Tuck laid me back on the bed, hovering over me for a moment, his gaze tracing my face. His lips grazed one temple, then the other before lingering on my forehead. My eyes closed as I tried to soak up every sensation of his lips on my skin.
He settled between my legs, entering me so slowly and tenderly, tears gathered in my eyes. The pace Tuck set was deliberate as if he wanted this to last as long as possible. His strokes were long and deep and delicious.
My hips rose to meet his, finding the rhythm that was ours and ours alone. A dance that said more than either of us had the guts to voice. Beads of sweat began to pepper my skin. My heels dug into his ass, spurring him on.
We both picked up our pace, our rhythm becoming more frenzied. My nails dug into Tuck’s back. His thrusts bottomed out inside me, hitting that spot that caused sparks to dance across my vision.
Deeper. Faster. More. Everything. Sensations flickered through my body in a cascade. Pleasure. Pain. Strain. Need. I’d never experienced so much at one time.
My walls began to tremble. Tuck thrust deeper than he ever had before. We came apart together. Our worlds shattering. And I knew I’d never be the same.
Tuck’sfingers traced the ridges in my spine.
I let out a long breath. “I should probably go.” His fingers stilled. “It’s the last thing I want to do, but if I don’t, there will be questions.”
Tuck pressed his lips to my hair. “I’ll walk you out.”
We dressed in silence. Something inside me yearned to ask, “is this more?”My bad track record when it came to men kept me silent. What if I said something, and it ruined the thing between us? I couldn’t name what it was we shared. All I knew was that it was beautiful. And so very fragile.
Tuck walked me to my car, pulling open my door. His lips grazed my temples, and then my forehead. “Drive safe. Text me when you’re home.”
I brushed my lips against his. “I will. Put some more ice on that hand.”
Tuck grinned. “I’m fine.”
