Page 95 of Zero Pucks

“Gut feeling?”

His mouth opened, then closed on a sigh. He reached out, snagging me by the belt loops, and tugged until I was pressed up against his body. “I like your gut feelings.”

“Is it me?”

He smiled as he shook his head, then kissed me softly—a lingering press of lips that made me feel sleepy and slow and so good. “It’s not you. You’ve been the best part of my week.”

“That’s…”

“Too much?”

I bit my lip. “A lot. But I don’t think I hate it.”

Tilting his head to the side, he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck. “My husband with his shaggy, wild hair and his cute little dimpled face?—”

“Uhg.”

He laughed and leaned in, nipping at my jaw. “A tight, round ass that bounces when I fuck it. Jumpy abs that twitch every time I touch them.” He demonstrated, and fuck, he was right. They did. “A mouth I could devour for days if I didn’t need to eat, and sleep, and shit.”

I laughed again, and he caught the sound with his tongue in a messy kiss.

“A heart bigger than anyone I’ve ever met. And a past that wasn’t kind enough to you. You’ve been the best part of my day since you came into town, and I was not expecting that from the black-market hooker I thought stole my kidney.”

I burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh my God,stop.”

“No.” He smiled at me. “My life feels less complicated now. And I’d like you to stay in it.”

His words were kind—they were the sort of words I’d wanted to hear for so long. But they were also like a bucket of ice. My gut clenched. “I want that, but…Bryce might be here, and I don’t want to bring drama into your life.”

He froze. “Wait, like…here? At my house?”

“In town. He’s been stalking me, I think. I don’t know if he actually flew out here or if he’s just trying to scare me.”

Tucker bowed his head, his shoulders tense, and then he looked up at me with fire in his eyes. “I dare him. I fuckingdarehim.”

The door opened behind us, and I jumped, Tucker wrapping a protective arm around me as he spun. But it wasn’t the evil shadow of my ex. It was Boden on his crutches, moving very slowly with Ford right behind him.

“JesusChrist, I was about to knock you two out,” Tucker gasped.

Boden frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Long story,” Tucker said, waving him off. “But we might need to get into a fistfight tonight.”

Boden gave a heavy sigh. “Whatever you need, bud.”

Pulling me back so the two of them could pass, Tucker turned me around in his arms. “I have to deal with some personal shit right now. Do you feel safe to hang out?”

“Like, here?”

“Or in my bed. Waiting for me.” He dipped his head low and kissed my neck. “A little needy, maybe?”

I groaned. “I can do that.”

He took my hands in his. “Then come with me. I’m going to get you comfy, go talk to the boys about a couple things, then I’m gonna make you come until you fall asleep.”

I shivered hard and let him tug me down the hallway and into his room. With purpose, he tugged at my shirt and trousers until they were off, pooled in a little pile by the end of the bed. He handed me a T-shirt, which hung low over my hips, barely covering my dick, which was tenting my boxers, and he stared for a good long while before grinning at me and pulling his own shirt off.

I never got tired of seeing his naked skin. I was exhausted from head to toe and sore from the tension I’d been holding since Bryce called, but I was up for anything he wanted to do.

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