We’ve not had that talk, but do adults even need to have it? We’re together all the time. We’ve ended every day in bed together since that first time, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. Even after that horrible confrontation with Tucker’s too recent for comfort past, I know there’s nobody else I want to be with.
“You mean apart from my lucky undies?” Tucker jokes, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Nope. Never had any quirks. Most of the guys do, but I’ve never picked one up.” We watch as the pit starts to clear as race time rapidly approaches. “Today seems like a good day to start one, though.” There's a teasing lilt to Tucker’s voice as he playfully buries his face in my neck and kisses the bare skin.
“Yeah? What should it be?”
“Shut up and kiss me.” He laughs as he spins me around and lifts my feet off the ground. His warm lips cover mine, and the stubble lining his jaw scrapes over my skin as he kisses me soundly. When he pulls back, he stares down at me for a beat, a look of pure adoration on his face.
I still love you.
The thought slams into me, and it takes a monumental effort to not blurt the words out. We’re not there. Not yet.
These last few weeks have been more than I could have hoped for, but it’s very much still early days for us.
“Good luck.”
“I’m going to win. For you.” Placing me back on solid ground, Tucker presses a kiss to my forehead and leaves me standing there before I can formulate any kind of response.
My heart is in my throat as he pulls the fire suit up his arms and zips it. The butterflies in my belly turn into a flock of birds as his HANS device and helmet go on. My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I don’t want to drag my eyes away from Tucker, but I pull the phone out anyway. It’s my dad.
He's got this. Take a breath and enjoy it.
I do as I’m told and breathe deeply. He’s safe. He knows what he’s doing. I repeat the words like a mantra as the cars leave the pit and get into position. I stay glued to my seat as the race starts, and the cars start to vie for position. Rylee takes her seat next to me, but she must sense my anxiety because she gives my tightly clenched fist a squeeze and doesn’t try to get me to speak.
My nerves are shot to pieces by the time the cars are sliding into the last lap. Tucker slips into second place after an issue with one of his tires. I can see how hard he’s pushing the car. Every turn they take he gets closer and closer to the car that’s a fraction of an inch ahead of him. My heart is in my mouth as they hit the last turn, and both cars hit it at full speed. That’s when it happens. Tucker takes his chance and somehow manages to slip into the lead. The cheers that sound from around me are deafening, but that’s nothing in comparison to the roar that erupts when he passes the finish line.
He did it. He won.
As soon as he’s out of the car, I’m rushing toward him. I don’t care that Becks is trying to say something to him. I don’t care that the press clamor for his attention. I barrel toward him. He must sense my movements because he’s ready to catch me when I get close enough to launch myself in to his arms.
“Told you I’d win it.” His grin is cocky, but he’s never looked more handsome than he does in this moment. With his sweat-damp hair in disarray and eyes dancing with joy, I could look at him like this forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TUCKER
“Fuck me,” I grunt as Brooke sits astride me, my cock buried deep inside of her. My back is to my headboard, and I’m probably leaving bruises on her ass from how hard I’m gripping on to her. My hands try to set our pace, but it’s pointless; we’re both past the point of control.
“Tuck... I’m so close.” She doesn't need to tell me. I can feel her pussy rippling around me as she grinds down on me hard to match each upward thrust of my hips. Sliding my hand up to her small waist, I push forward, taking her to her back in the bed, somehow managing to keep us connected. We both groan as I slide impossibly deeper inside, thanks to the new angle of our bodies.
I can’t get enough of her. My hunger to feel every part of her drives me to push deeper, deeper, deeper.
“There...” The word is a gasp that gets cut off from the orgasm that I can feel is ripping its way through her. The vice-like grip her pussy has on me pulls me right along for the ride. My release has the lights fading and stars bursting into color behind my closed eyes.
I’m not entirely sure I didn’t pass out for a second. When I finally make it back to my own body, my head is buried between her phenomenal tits. The fast thump, thump, thump of her heart matches my own beat for beat.
“I’m never losing another race if this is how we celebrate a win.” Brooke’s soft body rocks against mine as she giggles. My hardly deflated cock is still inside her, and the movement sends a ripple of pleasure straight to my balls.
“You were amazing today.” Blue eyes gaze up at me. So tender, so full of affection. Fuck, I love her so much. “And
