30. Chapter 30

"Tell me what you're thinking," Tucker said, his head lying against my stomach now as my breathing returned to normal.

I glanced down at him. "Isn't that supposed to be a woman's question?"

"What? Are you sexist now? Just tell me, please. I wanna know."

I laughed. He was in a weird mood, very giddy for Tucker. "I'm thinking about how good it feels to live again."

"Living," he murmured, the sound content. "It's better than I remembered."

I ran my hands through the dirty blonde strands that laid across my middle, smiling at Tucker's relaxed sigh. "What are you thinking?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

He sat up, repositioning himself on an elbow to find my gaze. He had me almost nervous, seeing the excitement in his eyes, but I was dying to know. Tucker didn't get like this over nothing .

"What would you say if I told you I was dying to ask you to marry me again right now?"

My eyes popped open, that familiar apprehension bubbling up, but as soon as it surfaced, I dismissed it. Those fears were from before. How did I feel now?

"Before I answer, tell me what brought this on."

"Tonight. This. Us." Tucker beamed and gave a happy, one-shouldered shrug with the arm that wasn't against the blanket. "It just feels right. Gotta shoot my shot."

"Oh, God, that last part's romantic." I playfully rolled my eyes, and Tucker's brow rose.

"Shit. You're not saying no. Hang on. I can do romantic." He hopped up and raced for his truck, a small black box in his hand as he came back.

My heart skipped before thudding in my chest, and my pulse raced. I sat up, tucking my legs under me as I pulled my hair behind my shoulders, not sure what to do with my hands. Because Tucker was freaking about to propose. Again.

He knelt down on one knee when he reached me, those whisky eyes that I loved so much locking with mine. I forgot how to breathe. How to think.

"Isabel Faye Donovan, you are everything to me. The reason I wake up in the morning. The peace that holds me together at night. You're the very breath in my lungs. My world. I love you with everything I have in me. Will you marry me?"

I stared, the night quiet besides the wind and the waves in the background as my mind still tried to process and take it all in. This man was my world. He was my rock. My protector. He was my everything .

Tucker swallowed, waiting for my answer, and suddenly, I knew what I had to say.

Moving to my knees, I took Tucker's hand to place it on my chest over my heart and then reached out to place mine over his. "I promised you every bit of my heart that I could salvage, so yes, I would love to marry you."

A grin split his face, and he let out a giant whoop before pulling me into his arms. We fell back to the blanket, laughing as he scrambled for the ring box he'd dropped. I held out my hand, and when Tucker slipped it on, my heart filled, emotion ready to burst through my chest, I was so happy. I stared at the band of diamonds, the large center stone sparkling in the last of the moonlight.

"Do you like it?" he asked, and I grinned up at him.

"I love it. It's perfect."

"Good." He pressed his lips to mine. "Now, we just have to set a date."

I laughed. "You're in a hurry."

He shrugged. "I'm happy, and I know what I want."

My heart flipped. "I know what I want, too. But I don't think we should rush this. As amazing as we're feeling tonight, there's still a lot going on at home, and I'll be honest… I'm going to want an amazing wedding. It's going to take time to plan."

"Fair." Tucker nodded. "But I want the date to mean something." His brow creased, his fingers tapping against the blanket.

"What about next summer? July twenty-eighth."

He frowned and then realized, "Our anniversary."

"Yes." I play-slapped his arm for almost forgetting. "It's special, we'll have time for a honeymoon before the fall semester starts for college, and it gives me at least a full year to plan. What do you think?"

"It's perfect." Leaning in for another kiss, he eased me back down to the blanket, and I eagerly clutched him as our bare forms intertwined, enjoying how we had free rein over each other's bodies again. Getting married would be like our final step in moving on, the official new beginning of our lives now that things were finally, really falling back into place.

I moaned when Tucker's fingers slipped between my legs again, and he ground himself against my thigh, lazily swirling his fingers over my clit.

"Tell me we still have some condoms in the truck." He nipped at my neck below my ear, sending a sharp pang of desire to the space between my legs.

"Um, yes, but it's getting light out, whiskey." Tucker cursed and dropped his head to rest against mine, and I laughed. "I mean, we do have a beach house right over there…"

I'd never seen anyone move so fast. Tucker had our things gathered and in his Chevy in record time, and when I stopped to brush the sand from my legs, he scooped me up, hauling me over his shoulder to carry me to the truck.

"Tucker!" I flipped my hair back, holding it behind my head so I could see.

"Sorry, princess. I've got too many plans for us, and you were too slow. Fuck, I can't wait to get another taste of you." He smacked my ass, making me give a little shriek in surprise, and then he threw the passenger door open to set me down. "Get your pretty ass buckled, cuz I can promise you'll be squirming all over the seat before we even get off this sand."

Holy shit, that's hot. My legs clenched together, already in danger of dripping. And just like he'd promised, I was convulsing over his front seat to the symphony of his fingers as we pulled into the driveway.

The sky was just dim enough that I didn't argue that we were both still naked when we got out, but I made Tucker at least grab our bags from the back before we went in. He dumped them just inside the doorway, bending down just long enough to grab a sleeve of condoms, and then scooped me up bridal style before racing us to the bedroom.

"Eager?" I laughed as he carried me into the master bathroom, sand covering our bodies.

"You have no idea."

He set me down and reached around the glass to turn on the shower. I just stared, taking in every inch of his delicious form, my tongue drooling for the chance to trace over the contours of his sculpted muscles.

"I can feel your eyes on me."

"Good. Because I'm over here making plans for what to do with you."

"Using my cock for multiple orgasms better be on that list." He glanced back at me as he checked the water, and my toes curled at the way his eyes darkened, wicked promises swirling in those whiskey depths.

I grabbed the sleeve of condoms from his hand and ripped one open, quickly rolling it on his hard cock. Tucker growled, picking me up to drag us both under the water, the droplets falling from the ceiling and spraying out from the sides of the walls .

"You're taking away my play time by putting that on already," Tucker growled into my ear from behind, and his teeth nipped at my neck before sucking that sensitive spot that made my legs go weak.

I moaned, forcing myself to turn in his arms, and gripped his cock, running my hand up and down the hard length. I watched his jaw clench. "Good." I smirked up at him. "All we've done tonight is play. What I need is you. Inside me. Now." I slid my hand down to cup his balls, giving them a gentle, firm squeeze.

Tucker reached beneath my thighs, and he had me lifted and pressed against the shower wall before I could blink. My legs wrapped around him, and he tipped my chin up with his fist.

"I need those bright green eyes staring into mine when I finally thrust my cock inside you again."

Oh, God. My core clenched just as Tucker thrust forward, and I cried out, my eyes nearly rolling back at the feel of him. He immediately stilled, looking down at me in concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"You didn't. I promise. Don't stop." I braced my heels on his ass to grind on his length, desperate to feel him again. For him to move. It had been so long, and I was craving it now after that one little taste. Tucker just grinned, letting me squirm for a minute before I started to beg. "Whiskey, please. I need you."

With an almost instant growl, Tucker crashed his lips to mine, one of his hands reaching down to brace under my ass. "Whatever you need," he said against my lips, his hips thrusting forward once again. I moaned, my core clenching around his cock to match his thrusts as his tongue delved my mouth, exploring, tasting, nipping. I gasped when he left my lips to trail his tongue along my neck, my back arching as he sucked that spot that could make me melt.

My hands slid over him to grip his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest the more frantic our movements became. Sounds came out of my mouth I didn't even know I could make. I could feel him everywhere, his cock hitting places inside me I'd forgotten it could reach. My legs started to tremble, my release close, and when Tucker reached between my thighs to rub my clit with his thumb, I cried out, stars bursting before my eyes as I fell into spasms in his arms.

TUCKER

"That's it, princess. Come apart for me." I buried my face in her hair, my thrusts never stopping as she rode out her orgasm. I'd missed this. Craved it. The feel of her tight heat convulsing around me. The way her body shook and trembled and how her eyes rolled back in her head when my cock hit that spot that was hard to find just right. It had been ages since I'd had her this way, and she was my canvas right now, every orgasm my cock and my touch could draw from her my masterpiece.

I kept going, her hands clutching to my shoulders as she used my ass to slam down on my cock. She was as desperate as I was, her body chasing her next climax, and as soon as her moans grew deep enough, I reached between her thighs again with my thumb. Her orgasm took over, her legs trembling through her release as she clutched herself to my chest, and she gripped my hair, yanking my mouth back down to hers.

"Harder," she demanded, her teeth scraping against my lips, and like hell was I going to deny her. Bracing myself against the corner of the shower, the water falling over us from every direction, I licked the droplets from her sweet skin as my cock thrust faster, deeper, but when she clenched her tight pussy around me, holding the grip to match the rhythm of my thrusts, I felt my my own release draw close, and I cursed against her skin.

"Together," she directed, reaching around us to grip my balls, massaging them in her hand before giving them a slight tug.

"Oh, fuck." I felt them start to tighten. "Izzy, I need you to—"

"Touch me," she panted, her hips desperate as she ground them with mine. On borrowed time, I stroked her clit, desperately rubbing circles over it, and Izzy cried out with her release just as I groaned, my cock pulsing through my own inside her.

It was several minutes, maybe hours, who-fucking-knew, before I caught my breath and lowered Izzy to the ground, careful to pull out of her. I checked that the condom was still there and dropped my head against the shower wall by my arm as Izzy wrapped an arm around my back, resting her body against mine.

"That was," she breathed.

"Good."

"Phenomenal," she corrected. "I'm gonna need that again. "

I laughed a breath. "I'm gonna need a minute."

She giggled and tapped her hand against my ass before stepping out of the shower, and by the time I turned around, her gorgeous body was already wrapped in a towel.

My eyebrows raised. " That's gonna have to go."

Izzy's brow raised with her smirk, her eyes lighting in challenge. "Guess you'll have to catch me first."

I looked at the ring on her finger as she darted out of the room. Already have, princess.

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