Page 101 of Just One of the Groomsmen
Or all the way on, depending how one looked at it. “Oh, um. You’re…”
He rocked against her, and she shuddered, bracing her hands on his firm chest so she wouldn’t fall right back to the mattress. “Yeah,” he said. “I woke up next to a hot naked brunette.”
A ragged moan escaped as he rocked against her again, and her oddly happy alarm still chimed out, now on to its loudest setting. “But we don’t have time for—”
He tugged on her arm, bringing their bodies flush together, and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth.
“Mmm, that is a rather compelling argument. Just a sec…” She scooped up her phone and tapped the screen. “You’ve got till the snooze goes off.”
The next thing she knew, she was on her back, Tucker’s delicious weight pinning her down. He peppered kisses across her jaw and her neck and then lavished attention on her breasts, while she arched against his hard length and grew hotter and wetter.
Tucker made quick work of a condom wrapper, and then he was moving inside her, hitting that spot that drove her crazy. It was fast and furious, intense and euphoric, and when her muscles tensed, her release so close, he reached between them and pushed her right over.
His orgasm came on the heels of hers, and for a quickie, she felt very thoroughly satisfied.
Chiming music rang out again, and she fumbled around for her phone and shut it off. She desperately wanted to sink back into Tucker’s embrace, but since she’d never have the strength to leave again, she forced herself to sit up.
Soft lips brushed her bare shoulder. “As much as I’d like to hop in the shower with you, I don’t think I could behave, so you go ahead, and I’ll make you breakfast.”
“If you feed me, you might never get rid of me.”
He grinned and nudged her toward the bathroom, and moments before the rush of hot water hit her, she heard him talking to Flash.
The guy was ridiculously adorable, although she doubted he’d appreciate her using that adjective.
She rushed through the shower and came out wrapped in a towel.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, highlighting every dip and groove in Tucker’s gloriously bare torso, and she nearly melted at the adoring expression he aimed her way.
Flash came bounding over, and despite the fact that he’d have to really jump to get it and she didn’t think he could hit that height yet, she secured the towel tighter.
She eyed the clothes still strewn on the floor. “What am I going to wear? It’s not like I can wear my overalls to work.”
Tucker lifted the skillet off the stove and divided the scrambled eggs between two plates. “What if you added a tie? I’ve got a shit-ton of ties.” His eyebrows knitted together as he glanced around. “Or did I put that box in storage?”
“Somehow, I’m thinking a tie won’t help. Not with Moody Overlord’s new obsession with a dress code.” She gathered up yesterday’s clothes and made do with a too-big pair of Tucker’s warm-up pants.
Even after cinching the drawstring as tight as it’d go, she had to roll the waist twice, and one good tug from Flash and she’d lose them for sure. Which meant she’d better have Tucker drop her at home before going in to work, which was going to make her late, not to mention might raise a few eyebrows.
Hopefully people would think they’d just been playing crack-of-dawn football or fishing or something.
After shoveling down breakfast, the three of them climbed in his truck—Flash insisted on coming along, and as Tucker drove into town, the puppy couldn’t decide if he wanted to be on Addie’s lap getting petted or if he wanted to balance on the window and get a face full of fresh air.
With him being so tiny, Addie worried he might fall out, so she gripped his back legs the entire time, despite it leaving his wagging tail right under her nose.
“Remember how Casper wouldn’t let me sit between you and him?” Addie said. “But he’d try to climb on your lap while you were driving, so then I tried to get him onmylap so you wouldn’t wreck us, but he’d only stay there if I sat bitch. He was freaking heavy, too.”
One corner of Tucker’s mouth lifted. “And if I put him in the bed, he’d cry the entire time.”
“Oh, and then there was that day we played baseball in the rain. He’d been out digging, and the three of us were coated in mud, so you decided he might as well join us in the cab anyhow. He’d gone from a white lab to a crusty chocolate one.”
She laughed, but her sense of humor over the incident faded as she remembered walking into Tucker’s house the same way they’d done hundreds of times, only to hear a huge fight between his parents.
Her mom and dad had argued here and there, but she’d never heard insults quite so cutting, with so much venom behind them that they stung her, too.
Then they’d been discovered, and that anger got turned on them.
“You’re thinking about how my dad yelled at us, aren’t you?”
