Page 36 of Unraveled

His free hand grabbed my ass, squeezing and using his grip to rock me into his other hand. His thumb that had only teased with light circles before was now flying across my clit, my core already clenching,dripping, I was so wet.

I mewled, my fingers fisting in Tucker’s shirt, but when he slid his hand from my ass to thrust two fingers into my tight heat, I couldn’t help but cry out. He brought his mouth to mine, kissing away my cries. All the while his long fingers reached inside of me, stretching, pumping, searching until he curled them into that perfect spot.

My teeth clenched, my core tightening as my orgasm built, edging to the surface, and I was cursing through my teeth against Tucker’s mouth as I was sent spiraling into the abyss.

His fingers left my core to grip the hair behind my head and press my mouth to his, covering every curse and breath I hissed as his thumb continued to assault my clit into sweet torturous bliss.

I finally had to push his hand away, my whole body heaving over his as my lungs begged for breath. I huffed a laugh, Tucker’s wicked smile bringing me back to earth, and I was just about to collapse my body to his chest as I recovered when I heard a shift in the rocks outside the truck door.

We both froze.

Tucker had me gently lifted and set on the passenger seat before I could blink. He threw open his door, murder on his face for whoever had decided to spy on us, but again, we froze.

Nic stood there, but instead of looking guilty or even an ounce apologetic, he was frozen, clearly anything but fine. His eyes grew dark, almost vacant, the sapphires turning to hardened, indestructible stone. For once, his mask of composure and control was gone. All of his pain was out on display, and at that moment, I didn’t think he cared who saw.

“What the hell, man?” Tucker snapped once he was past the shock.

Nic’s hands clenched at his sides. “It’s not what you think.”

“How long were you there?” Control was barely there in Tucker’s voice. Ready to protect.

“Too long,” Nic groaned, reaching up to grip his hair with both hands, the torture in his expression like pure agony.

“Tucker, wait.” I cut him off before he could flip out, knowing it was coming.

He looked at me, confusion mixing with his anger. “What?”

“Calm down and look.” I pointed to Nic as he crouched down, hands still gripping his hair, and I scooted over to the edge of the driver’s seat where I was near them.

Tucker glanced at Nic and back at me. “And?”

I huffed a breath. “And I don’t think this is what we thought. I want to talk to Nic. Alone. Please,” I added when he didn’t move. “Just for a minute. Let me see what’s wrong.”

Nic sucked in a harsh breath and stood, shaking his head. “No. I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” I resisted an eye roll. “Tucker.” I stared him down until he sighed.

“Fine. I’ll be inside. Come find me when you’re done.”

“Wash your hands,” Nic called out before he was out of earshot.

Tucker flipped him off over his shoulder as he walked away, and I threw a surprised look at Nic.

The anger and torment were still there, but he lifted a single shoulder into a shrug. “Payback for earlier.”

That time I rolled my eyes, and I hopped down from the lifted Chevy to shut the door before walking to the back of the truck. I lowered the tailgate and used my hands to hoist myself up, then patted the spot beside me.

Nic eyed me warily.

“Get over here,” I directed. “Tonight, it’s your turn to spill.” I was sick of walls. He opened his mouth to protest. “No. No arguments. Sit,” I snapped and slapped the tailgate harder.

With a reluctant glare, he walked over, pulling himself up to join me. We sat in silence.

I just waited.

Crickets creaked their melody into the night air, filling the silence, and still, I waited. When a June bug landed on my shoulder, I flicked it away, and Nic dodged it as it whizzed past.

“I’m not talking.”

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