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)
“Take your pants off and get the fuck up here.”
My eyebrows climb in surprise at the gruff tone in his voice. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I glance around, but no one is here, so I toe my shoes off, and then my jeans and underwear follow, and Tucker grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the bike as if I weigh nothing at all, facing him, straddling him, with my back pressed against the gas tank. His eyes move from my face, down my torso still covered with a T-shirt, to my exposed pussy, and he licks his bottom lip in anticipation.
“Now what?” I whisper, and his eyes flick back to me.
“Take me out.”
Without hesitation, my hands dive for his jeans, and when I get them undone, I reach in his underwear and find him already so hot and hard, his skin like velvet, that I can’t help but give him a few firm strokes before I lead him to my already wet slit and drag him through the wetness, loving it when his jaw clenches.
“Did riding on my bike make you this wet, Duchess?”
“Being anywhere in your vicinity makes me wet, Hotshot. But yeah, it was way sexier than I was expecting.” With his hands still on my waist, he lifts me and then lowers my pussy onto his shaft, making us both groan.
“I never want to ride without you as my backpack ever fucking again, do you understand?”
“Oh God.”
I’m leaned back, one foot braced on his shoulder for leverage, as he moves and fucks me hard and fast, stretching me so much that I know I’m going to ache with it later. His fingers dig into my hips, and his muscles are strained with need, those green eyes boring into mine as he fucks me relentlessly.
“You’re so fucking everything, Darby,” he growls. “And I want you to fucking come on my bike. Fuck, you feel good wrapped around my cock like this.”
“Tucker.” I can’t hold the orgasm back, and I don’t want to. I tighten around him, and my back arches as I come so fucking hard that I see stars, my entire body pulsing from it.
“That’s right. God, yes. Fuuuuuck.” He follows me over, pushing up into me, coming inside me, and then we stay like this, staring at each other as we fight to catch our breath.
“You’re the sexiest fucking woman,” he growls as his hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Tell me this wasn’t the only ride you’ll take with me.”
“I don’t think there’s much I wouldn’t do for you,” I confess softly and watch his eyes widen with both surprise and pleasure. “I’ll ride with you again, Hotshot.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
TUCKER
It’s midafternoon when I come walking toward the house from the barn and see Darby park her car in the driveway. She climbs out of the vehicle, sighs, and slams the door, and I can see that something isn’t . . . right.
“Hey.” I jog over to her and frame her face in my hands and frown when her pretty blue eyes fill with tears. “Did lunch not go well?”
“I didn’t get to go,” she replies, her shoulders slumping. She leans her forehead against my chest and blows out a breath. “Got called to an emergency on the Wild ranch. A foal broke her leg, and it didn’t end well.”
“Ah, baby.” I fold my arms around her and hold her tight. “I’m so sorry. And you didn’t get to see your sisters.”
“Nope.” She sniffles. “And I don’t know why I’m crying. All of my sisters live close by, so it’s not like I don’t ever see them. I think I’m just hungry.”
I frown at the driveway over her head as she continues to nuzzle into my chest. “You haven’t eaten?”
“Not since breakfast.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to make you a quick snack, and then you’re going to go up and shower and do whatever the hell it is that women do, and then I’m taking you out on a date.”
She pulls back in surprise, blinking up at me. “A date?”
“Yeah. In fact, I think this might be our first date. I don’t know how in the hell I managed to fuck everything up and not take you out before this, but I’m fixing it. Now.”
“You didn’t fuck anything up. We’re busy.”
“Not too busy for me to treat you the way you should be treated.”
“I like the way you treat me.”
“Are you seriously arguing with me about this?”
Her mouth opens and closes, and then she huffs out a laugh. “No.”
“Good girl. Come on.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders as we walk into the house, where I grab some peanut butter and celery and cheese with crackers, and then lead her upstairs.
“Snacks and a shower. Fancy.” She winks at me and takes a bite of the celery. “Yum. So hungry.”