Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Is he even real? Holy—
His hips hit my ass, the tip of his thumb slips inside, and then this incredible man reaches around and rubs my clit, and my soul leaves my body.
“Give me another. You’ve got one in you, baby. Make a mess of me.”
“Tucker!”
He bucks against me, and his teeth grip onto the fleshy top of my shoulder as he comes apart. I can feel him fill me, and it doesn’t scare me.
It doesn’t scare me.
He’s still inside me when he rolls us to the side, to the same position we woke up in, and he peppers kisses all over my shoulder and neck.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“Now we’ll take a shower, and I’ll fuck you against the tile.”
“It’s about damn time.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TUCKER
“So what you’re saying is, you’re a master baker.” I eye my girl as she bustles around my kitchen, pulling together homemade huckleberry muffins like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like she should be featured on a baking show.
I would watch.
“No, I just like to bake,” she corrects me. “And this shouldn’t be too impressive to you, given how well you cook.”
“Cooking and baking are two different things.”
“You’re right. Baking adds inches to my hips.” She smirks, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hips.”
“Not now. I busted my ass, literally, to lose the hips, the ass, the . . . well, all the extra stuff. So, I like to bake, but I don’t eat a lot of it. I share.”
I don’t like to hear her talk shit about herself.
“Don’t glare at me like that. I know, you like me just the way I am.”
“I do. That wouldn’t change with whatever a fucking scale says.”
Her eyes soften, and she leans in to kiss my biceps, since her hands are busy. “That’s sweet. Okay, I’m about ready to put these in the oven.”
“Good because I have something to show you while they bake.”
She lifts an eyebrow and then smirks. “Again? You’re insatiable.”
“And you have a smart fucking mouth.” I kiss the top of her head and watch as she gets the pan of muffins in the oven. “And it’s going to look fucking incredible wrapped around my cock.”
She huffs out a laugh, then moves to the sink and washes her hands. When they’re dry, she turns and leans back against the counter, her hands braced on it on either side of her perfect hips, and smiles.
“What do you have to show me, Hotshot?”
When I hold my hand out for hers, she takes it and follows me to the mudroom, where we put on shoes and then walk outside.
Darby takes a long, deep breath of the fresh air, and then she freezes.
“Tucker.”
“That’s me.”
“Why is there a huge greenhouse and garden boxes back here?”
Part of me feels foolish. Will she think it’s ridiculous that I did this for her? Will it make her run away? Maybe I should have talked to her about it first.
“Tucker?”
“You said you wanted a greenhouse.”
Her jaw drops as she stares at the new structure, and then she looks up at me, her bright-blue eyes searching mine as if she can’t believe it.
“You did this for . . . me?”
I can see the questions swirling around in the gorgeous brain of hers. The biggest one being, Why would I do this when her being here is temporary?
But the thing is, I don’t want it to be temporary. I want her to stay, and yeah, I know it’s fast. But I don’t fucking care.
I don’t ever rush into anything. I’m the one that sits back, takes things one day at a time.
But now that I’ve had her, I don’t plan to ever let this woman go.
“I’ll be installing the wildlife fence today, so the deer and critters can’t get to whatever you plant in there.”
“You did this for me,” she mutters, shaking her head slowly.
She hasn’t smiled.
She hasn’t moved.
These aren’t good signs.
“If you don’t want to use it, I’ll find a use for it—”
“Are you crazy?” She turns and launches herself into me, kissing my face and squeezing her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. “There’s so much this can be used for. Vegetables and herbs and flowers. Medicinal plants.”
Thank fuck she’s not pissed.
“So, you’re not mad.”
“Mad?” With a little laugh, she brushes her lips over mine. “This might be the best thing that anyone’s ever done for me, Hotshot. If you’re trying to impress me, it worked.”
“I just . . . wait, I’m impressing you?”
“While you put up the fence, I’m going to gather the arnica before it all dies off and is gone for the season. If that’s okay with you.”
“Pick whatever you want. But first, you’d better take those muffins out of the oven.”
Her eyes widen and she jumps out of my arms.