17. In Trouble

I slide my hands down, through the water between Whitney's knees, and press them open. Before me, she's splayed out beautifully. My fingertips gently play up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"I'm really all you've been thinking about since we met?" she asks, as if still not believing me.

"You're all I'm going to think about for a long time. Forever maybe."

"You take my breath away with everything you say, Tucker. Better be careful. I might never let you go."

"I'm counting on it." My right hand seeks her soft mound, moving over a tuft of hair there. I part her slit with my middle finger. Through her slippery folds, I find her sensitive clit, and she gasps at my touch, bucking her hips slightly.

My other hand skims up her breast plate, circling her neck, curling her head back to me. I capture her lips, kissing, sucking, nibbling. Licks of electricity soar through my veins. I don't stop pursuing her, fingering her clit even as her body writhes under my control.

My eyes hardly blink, so I don't miss a second of this, admiring her body like it's a masterpiece on canvas. I'm the artist.

"You're fucking beautiful coming undone for me," I say, nothing but praise for her.

"Mm. Yes." She moans and kicks a leg up, propping her foot on the tub's ledge. Like that, she opens herself up further to me. I dip two fingers inside of her, stretching her, pulsing within along her g-spot while massaging her clit with my thumb. Her hips strike up to meet my hand, stroke for stroke.

I memorize the way she uncoils. Her lips forming an O. How her face contorts, pleasure to pain and back again. Suddenly, arching her back, legs shaking, she builds to her climax. As if all the tension she's held as a single mother breaks through a dam, it releases powerfully at once.

"Ride those waves out, baby. Let it all go." I hold her in my arms through the aftershocks, until she falls back against my chest. My cock and balls ache now, with a dire need to be inside of her. But I wait. My baby mama calls the shots tonight.

When her breathing returns to normal, she says, "We need a warmup." She leans forward, letting some bath water out, then she runs more hot water.

"Better?" she asks over her shoulder, turning the tap off.

"Yep. Although I can think of one thick, long way to improve it."

She faces me with a seductive, relaxed curve to her lips, then straddles my legs. "So can I."

There's my Montana girl. She lines herself up over me, wiggling her hips. My cock stretches her, until I'm buried deep inside, filling her to the hilt. We pause, moaning, bare to each other, no condom between us, like we're finally to where we should have been all along.

"Mm. So good, Tucker. I don't understand how it's possible, but this is even better than Montana," she cries. "And that was perfect then."

"Fuck, you feel so right wrapped around my cock, baby." I plant kisses down her chest. She moans and lolls her head back, molding and shaping her full breasts. A tantalizing show for my eyes.

I suckle at her dusky rose nipples. I tease them with twirls and rolls of my tongue on one, and with my thumb in circles around the other.

Her breathing comes in soft pants. I grip her waist, encouraging her movements up and down my cock. With my hand, adding fingers seeking through her folds, I reach her clit and massage it. The intensity builds, and she bounces up and down on my rod, gathering more friction and heat.

"I've wished for this with you for so long, I won't be able to hold back much longer. So come with me, baby. Set yourself free." The rush builds within me, though this is only the first of what will be a long night of making love together.

Water laps over the side and soaks the floor as we move. I force her to slow her pace. Deep within her, my cock pulses. My shifting hips move in a circular pattern.

"Fuck, Tucker," she yelps at the change, digging her nails into my back.

"Sh, Trouble, don't wake the baby. Bite into my shoulder if you need to scream."

Her teeth savagely nip me, then she buries her face against my neck, whimpering and biting her lips closed.

Her tight, hot walls pulse, squeezing my cock. She works herself to climax again, shaking all around me, and that does it. I growl, buck, and thrust deeper and faster. Then I go absolutely still, pouring everything I have inside of her with a long growl.

Our breaths ragged between us, I stroke her back, already expecting another round in her bed.

I think about what Flynn told me in the locker room. How single mothers can be trouble. Yep, he's right. Because my heart is in Trouble's hands.