Chapter 13

If my mom didn't have food in the oven, I'm pretty sure she would have spent all evening on the phone with various family members. She is ridiculous, but I love her. Tucker deserves a mom like mine instead of parents who are indifferent.

Dinner time was spent with my mom giving us date ideas, followed by my dad asking her to give us some room to think, and then it ended when my mom got a call from her hair stylist's niece asking if we wanted to pre-book her mother in law's converted barn as our wedding venue.

That is when I dragged Tucker off to my room in case he tried to put down a deposit. No way am I getting married while I'm still in college.

And before we've even had a date.

"How's your leg?" I feel like a cunt for not asking him how he was doing earlier. I'm the worst…friend? Ugh, I'm just the worst person. Labels don't even come into it.

"It's achy and itchy. If you want to help me make it feel better, you could suck me off again..." He slowly starts inching his shirt up, teasing me with a glimpse of his abs and that sexy smattering of hair.

Tucker has an enticing treasure trail. That fucker does its job too fucking well. My cock is starting to plump at the sight of it.

"Stop it," I growl at him. The cheeky little shit doesn't stop it. He keeps on going and if I'm being totally honest with myself, I'm glad.

I want to see his chest. I want to see his whole fucking body laid out on my bed so I can take my time with him.

This isn't going to happen with my parents awake in the house.

"If I jerk you off in the shower, will you stop torturing me?"

His smirk turns into a full on beaming smile that takes my breath away.

"I will for today," he says before he hobbles into the bathroom. "Hurry up, Gio."

I am going to have my hands full with Tucker.

That thought stops me in my tracks. I won"t have my hands full because whatever this is won't last. I am a rebound. Helping Tucker get back on the saddle so he can ride someone else into the moonlight or however the saying goes.

I am not Tucker's award-winning stallion. I am a donkey. A huge fucking ass who will end up brokenhearted.

If anyone is going to break my heart, I'm glad it'll be Tucker. He's so fucking gentle, we'll probably be friends for life. Ugh, that is so fucking depressing.

"Gio, you promised to touch my dick, don't make me drag you in here. I want to play with your balls," Tucker suddenly shouts from the bathroom.

I really fucking hope my parents didn't hear that.

Ten minutes later, I am wet and naked with Tucker's tongue halfway down my throat. His arms are like a vice around my waist, leaving no room to stroke his fat dick but that hardly matters when he is frotting against me like his life depends on it.

"I'm not gonna last long Giovanni. You feel too good. Too right." he says, coming up for air and resting his forehead on my shoulder.

He's right. We fit together perfectly.

His dick is thicker and longer than mine, and the tip of my length catches his making the both of us moan. Every. Single. Time.

"You need to be careful of your leg," I pant out. When he ignores me, I run my hands through his wet locks and pull his head back. "Tucker, I mean it. I don't want to hurt you."

He looks me dead in the eye. "I'm being careful, I promise. What I need is to come with you. Please, Giovanni, come with me." The sound of my name on his tongue is like a lightning strike to my balls.

My grip on his hair tightens as my orgasm crashes over me at the same time as his. Tucker takes my mouth in a slow kiss that I never want to end.

But it does.

"It's always so sad watching cum wash away down the drain," Tucker says looking down.

"What would you want to do with it?" I ask him as I start washing myself. "And don't say put it in a vial around my neck because that is an immediate no."

Tucker huffs a laugh. "No, that would be too weird." He very deliberately doesn't make eye contact with me. "I think I want kids someday. Seeing Lexi and Kait with their parents…I just want that. I want a husband and a family."

I run my hand up his arm. "You would be an amazing dad." He really would. Tucker is full of heart. I want him to have everything he wants because he deserves it. Tucker deserves the world.

"Is that something you might want?"

"I haven't really thought about it too much, but yeah, I can see that in my future." Is it weird that we're having this conversation while we're in the shower right after we watched our cum go down the drain? Yeah, probably, but I love these random moments with Tucker. They feel real. Tangible. Something I'll be able to hold onto even when this delicate thing we have crumbles like a house of cards.

"If I could knock you up, you would be so full of cum, you'd make glooping sounds as you walked. Seeing as that can't happen, I'll settle for watching my cum slide out your ass."

So romantic.