Chapter 7

The party was epic. It was what the end of summer should have been. Well, I’d take that back. That night at the races was awesome. At least, before all that shit went down.

Izzy had Tucker on the dance floor while I had Annie at the bar in the kitchen with Emma, Megan, and some of the guys, a row of tequila shots and limes spread in front of us. We were lined up on either side of the counter, all of our hands behind our backs.

“Y’all ready?” Kyle asked, holding up his phone for the timer.

“Just go, dickwad,” Noah grunted, and Kyle flipped him off.

“Ready, set, go!”

Mateo started on our end, reaching down for his shot. He tilted his head back, downing it in one go, and dropped his glass back to the counter as Emma tiptoed to pass him the lime. She and Annie bent next, and damn, I’d never tell them, but it was hot watching my girl feed the lime to Emma. I got my lime prepped, and as soon as Annie downed her shot, I leaned in, nipping her lip after she’d sucked the lime from my lips. I was at the end, scooping up my shot. I felt the burn down my throat and dropped it back to the counter just a second before Corey finished his.

Our side threw our hands in the air. “Score!”

I scooped Annie up, carrying her across the crowded room to collapse with her on the end of the couch. Trisha yelped when I knocked her drink, but I was laughing too hard to care. It had been an amazing night. Nothing could bring me down.

“I fucking love you in my jersey. So fucking hot.” I tugged on the sleeve as Annie straddled my lap.

“I fucking love the way you asked me to wear it.” She leaned down, biting my bottom lip and gave it a long, gentle tug. My hand reached up to thread through the hair beneath her ponytail, my other slipping under her shirt at her waist as I pulled her against me for another kiss. Her hands found my hair, the two of us inhaling each other. Like we couldn’t get enough.

I knew I couldn’t. There would never be enough of Annie Donovan for me. This girl was my world. The very reason for my heart to beat.

“Hey, get a room.” I felt someone nudge me from behind.

Sounds like a legit idea.Annie yelped as I suddenly stood, holding her thighs to keep her legs wrapped around my waist. She bent forward to suck at my neck, alternating with nibbling at my ear, and my dick jerked, throbbing. I was so ready for her. I carried her off to the back of the house, praying that there had to be a room open somewhere. I spotted one last door cracked at the end of the hall and pushed our way in, shutting and quickly locking it behind us.

Not even caring to look at whose room it might be, I headed straight for the bed, lowering Annie over the edge. Her fingers immediately went for the button of my jeans, and I scrambled out of them, kicking off my shoes and yanking off my shirt. Annie leaned over the bed, grabbing a condom from my pocket as I tossed my boxers.

She licked her lips, her eyes on my dick, and it twitched again in anticipation, but instead of wrapping her lips around it like I’d thought she would, she grabbed it, her hold gentle yet firm, and she guided me by my dick back onto the center of the bed. And holy fuck was it hot. She could lead me by my dick any time she wanted. She already did with my heart.

Lying back against the comforter, Annie shimmied out of her shorts, and I quickly pulled her top off, my fingers flicking the clasp of her bra. It fell open along her arms, exposing the ample swell of her breasts, and my mouth watered. I pulled the satin away, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes, and immediately grabbed her knees, spreading them so I could bury my face between her thighs.

Her back almost instantly arched, and she mewled as I sucked her clit before sliding my tongue along her folds. Her hands found my hair, gripping, and she guided me back and forth, letting me know where she wanted my attention most. When I found that perfect spot at her clit, her thighs clenched, holding me in place, my personal heaven, and I reached up to thrum her nipples as she began to shake.

Fuck, yes. That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Fall apart under my tongue.

One last powerful swirl of my tongue had her shattering under me, her whole body spasming as her pussy rewarded me with its juices. I let her ride it out before lapping her up, immediately reaching for the condom. I didn’t need any foreplay with that finish. I just wanted to bury myself inside her.

Annie panted; her eyes glazed as I crawled over her. The sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and slid in, groaning at the sheer pleasure of her wet heat.

“Oh, my God, babe, yes,” Annie groaned. Her hand covered her face, pushing up into her hair as I pulled out and thrust forward again.

“You like this, huh?”

“So fucking much. Put this down as my new favorite position.”

Noted. I smirked, thrusting harder so her breasts bounced. I grabbed one with my free hand, leaning down to brush a kiss across my girl’s lips, and she cried out, falling into another release. My brow rose because shit, I didn’t think I’d ever made her come that fast during sex before. Position doubly noted.

I gave a few more thrusts until I knew she was through and then adjusted back onto my knees, throwing both her legs over my shoulders, wanting to see what it would do.

“Oh, fuck,” she cursed again, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I love the dirty talk. Let me know what you want. However, you like it. I’ll fucking worship your body until you scream my name.”

She smirked even as her face contorted in pleasure. “Just don’t stop. Oh, God.” Her hands fisted the blanket, her back starting to arch. Her hips thrust back against mine, her moans turning louder and louder into frenzied mewls. I kept my pace up, thrusting faster and faster just to hear her sounds. Her pussy clenched my cock so tight I knew she was only seconds away. I reached between her thighs, thrumming her clit in a desperate motion as my own release rocketed close to the finish. Annie cried out, her legs shaking against me as I gave one last hard thrust, my groan mixing with her sounds as we went spiraling over the pinnacle together.

“Holy fuck.” I slid out when we were through, releasing her legs so I could lower myself beside her. Annie just nodded, both of us too spent for any real words. “That was…” I tried again, my breaths coming out too fast.

“Epic,” Annie eventually finished.

I nodded.

As soon as we caught our breath, we got up, and I found a trashcan in the corner of the room to ditch the condom. “That had to be our best time yet, huh?” I commented over my shoulder as Annie shimmied back into her shorts, her breasts bouncing. If I hadn’t just come, I’d be hard all over again.

“I’m just a couple of days away from my cycle. I’m always hornier then.” Annie shrugged and picked up her bra, her boobs sadly disappearing from my view.

I nodded, knowing she’d mentioned it before. She’d always been quick to come in the past when I went down on her in those days that led up to it.

Quickly throwing on my clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Annie between my thighs when she slipped my jersey back on, my dick twitching like it wanted to get hard again.

“You are seriously the hottest damn thing in my jersey.” She smiled, and I pecked a kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She ran her hand back through my hair, the two of us just sharing the moment that passed between us until I suddenly heard a commotion down the hall.

“The fuck you will!”

Our eyes widened.

“Was that?”

“Yeah.”

Annie backed up, and we rushed from the room.

I was lost in the song, my hips swaying to the music, when Tucker squeezed my ribs with his fingertips. He leaned down, the tips of his blonde hair falling by my eyes as he half-yelled in my ear over the music.

“I’ve got to find the bathroom.”

I nodded, and he laced his fingers through mine as we weaved our way through the dance crowd.

“Shit,” he muttered when he saw the line.

“It’s fine. I’ll just wait with you. Not go in with you. I don’t think we’re there yet.” Tucker smirked at that as I flushed. “But I’ll live for a minute while you go in.”

“You’re sure?”

I nodded. My luck at parties had sucked, but I wasn’t some pathetic damsel in distress. We joined the end of the line, waiting for what felt like ages before Tucker was finally the next one.

“Hey, Mateo.” He grabbed our friend’s arm as he was passing by. “Stand with Izzy for me while I’m in there?” Mateo looked at him like he was crazy. “I don’t trust any of these fuckers we don’t know,” Tucker half-lied, saving my secret. I still hadn’t figured out how to deal with my possible PTSD, but it was not something I wanted the basic population to know.

“Uh, yeah.” Mateo shrugged, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s okay.” I lifted a shoulder, looking up at Mateo when Tucker finally took his turn. “You can go if you want.”

“Are you kidding me? Pierce would have my ass if I left you n…” His voice trailed off as a couple of girls ran by the window, topless. “On second thought, you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded, grinning even as I held back an eye roll. Boys.

Mateo took off, and I pulled out my phone, using it as a welcome distraction from all of the people clustering nearby. Someone leaned against the wall beside me, and I shifted a couple of inches over for space, but they just inched closer again. Doing my best to ignore them, I failed when I felt their arm press against mine.

I glanced over, and my breath caught in my throat.

Zane turned, leaning against his arm on the wall so that his body was suddenly blocking me in. Not so I was pressed where I couldn’t move, but enough that I couldn’t escape.

“Don’t freak out. I just couldn’t resist coming up to talk to you. Now that your guard dog is taking a break.”

My stomach sickened.

“What do you want, Zane?” I tried to raise my voice enough so that Tucker would hear.

“Did you catch my kiss earlier?”

“If you were watching, you know I didn’t. We’re broken up. Why is this so hard to understand?”

“Exactly why I told you last time. You’re mine. I fucked up, I know, but there’s no denying the connection between us.”

I was about to deny it, even knowing it was a lie. There was a connection between us. Or at least there had been before he’d ruined everything. But before I could open my mouth, Zane was yanked back.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Talking to my girl.”

“The hell she’s yours.”

“The hell she’s not.” Zane yanked his shoulder, pulling it from Tucker’s hold. “You can’t take the truth, Pierce. Izzy belongs to me. I will win her back.”

The fuck you will!” Tucker bellowed. “Izzy, come on.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts, Pierce! I’m telling you, she’s mine!” Zane called out as Tucker pulled me through the crowd. Jet and Annie ran up seconds later.

“Everything good?” Jet asked just as Zane yelled again.

“You did us dirty that night, Pierce! Showing up like that! Both of you know it!”

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Annie looked back at him like he was crazy, but I was too focused on the fury I felt pulsing through Tucker.

He threw open the front door, and the hot, late August air hurled against our faces as we stepped outside. “Are you okay?” I reached for Tucker’s arm, but he shook his head.

“Not yet. I need to cool down first.”

I swallowed, letting him pull me along to his truck.

“She’ll see you at home,” he barked at Annie, opening my door.

Annie and I shared a look, reassuring each other that I was okay, and she’d be home later with Jet. Tucker needed out of there, he needed us out of there, and honestly, I wasn’t against it either.

He tore away from the curb as soon as we were buckled, speeding down the back streets of Breaker Ridge until he found the county road that led out of town. I just pulled up my feet and waited, knowing that when he was ready, he’d talk.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked. “Shit.” He ran a hand over the back of his neck, gripping. “That should’ve been the first thing I said when I pulled us out of there. I’m sorry.”

I sighed, relieved that some of the tension had finally broken. “It’s okay. I’m fine. He didn’t really do anything.”

“He had you practically pinned against that fucking wall. Seriously, Izzy, are you okay?” Tucker reached for my hand, bringing my knuckles to his lips, and my heart swelled.

“I’m fine. It just looked that bad. It was just more of his crap about wanting me back. But you know I’m with you. I love you.” I brought his knuckles to my own lips this time before clasping his hand between both of mine in my lap.

Tucker surprised me then by pulling off to the side of the road, and as soon as I looked at him to ask, I gasped, his fingers slipping under the edge of my shorts.

“Unzip these,” he demanded.

Yes, sir.I barely kept myself from saying it out loud, scrambling to comply. The second my zipper was down, Tucker’s long fingers plunged beneath my panties, two of them sliding through my folds to enter me while the heel of his palm found my clit. Like I was in heat, my legs instantly spread, and I moaned. Panting the faster his fingers went, it wasn’t long before my legs began to shake, something about the way he played my clit like a freaking symphony. I fell apart in the seat of his truck, clasping a hand over my mouth to cover the sounds.

Tucker pulled my hand back. “Don’t you ever cover up those pretty sounds you make when we’re alone.” His eyes darkened, and my core clenched at the desire in his gaze.

I got up on my knees, crawling across the seat until my lips were just a breath from his. I stared into the heated whiskey of his eyes.

“Make me.”

Tucker growled, and before I knew it, my shorts were ripped from my legs, and I was frantically rolling the condom on. Tucker straddled me over his lap, lining himself up to my core, and I cried out as I slid down, loving the contact. Loving this man and all the wicked things he was teaching me to do. All the wicked things I only wanted to do with him.

Tilting my head back, his lips brushed along my neck, and I moaned wantonly when he found a spot beside my ear that I swear made my belly melt. I gripped his hair, tugging, but not enough to pull him away, lost in the sensation of his tongue against my skin. The sound of our skin slapping between us filled the truck, and I let go of his hair to grab his shoulders, using them as an anchor as I quickened my pace, thrusting down as hard as I could. He met me with each stroke, and I began to mewl the closer I got.

“Touch me,” I begged, desperate for the release that was just out of reach, and with two quick flicks of his thumb, I was coming apart in his arms. Tucker kept going, his stamina something I would never come to regret, and before I knew it, I’d shattered three more times before he was finally begging me to finish, asking to come together.

His thumb lowered between my thighs once again, and when his cock hit that perfect place inside, I literally screamed, my voice echoing out into the night around us.

We pulled up to Tucker’s house less than half an hour later, his next comment jolting me from my reverie. “Have you told your mom about us yet?”

I followed his gaze to where her car was parked across the street. It was one of her few nights off from work, and I shook my head, my guilt on full display as I pressed my lips together. “No. She’s been working nights, so I’ve barely seen her. I’m still nervous to tell her if I’m honest,” I admitted.

Slowly, Tucker nodded, like he was taking that in. “I get it. But I think it will be worse the longer we hide it. She’s not so fragile that she can’t take hearing that you’re happy.”

“Isn’t she?”

“She thought you were happy with Zane, and she was okay then.”

“Except what if she wasn’t? What if it was eating her up inside that Annie and I both had someone while she’s still so messed up over Daddy? Do I just pile that on her again?”

Tucker sighed, running a hand back through his hair.

“I don’t want to have to hide that we’re together here at home. Yeah, my parents know, but they don’t want to hide it forever. Stef and Helen know, too. It’s just her that doesn’t know.”

“I know.” I dropped my head, hearing the longing in his voice, the pleading. I felt so bad doing this to him, to us, but something in my gut kept holding me back.

“Does she at least know that you broke up with Zane?”

My head snapped up. “Of course, she does.”

Tucker nodded, staring out the window. It stung that he wouldn’t look at me. Though it was probably in my head.

“Good. Glad you’re at least willing to tell her that.”

I flinched. Or not. Unbuckling, I crawled over the seat and put my hands on his cheeks, bringing his gaze back to mine. “It’s not you. I’m not hiding you or us. I’m protecting her. As soon as I know she’s doing okay, I will tell her. I promise.”

I watched some of the hurt dissipate in his eyes, and he pressed a kiss to my lips, this one so gentle compared to what we’d just shared in his truck minutes before.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips.

“I love you, too.”