Page 109 of Just One of the Groomsmen
The whine of the four-wheeler’s engine cut through the air, and they held their breath. Then it grew quieter, signaling it’d headed in the other direction.
Addie and Tucker exchanged a wordless glance and raced toward the next field, leaping over mounds of dried-up peanut plants. This time, Tucker slowed well before the fence.
He wrapped his hands around the stretches of wires without barbs and motioned for her to hop over. Then she held the wires down so he could cross.
She’d barely made it a step before she was yanked down to the ground. Tucker rolled over her, covering her body with his. “Someone’s close,” he whispered. “I saw figures. I’m just not sure if it’s the other fugitive team or the marshals.”
Addie tried to remain perfectly still, watching and listening—well, listening. It was so dark she could hardly see Tucker, and he was plastered against her.
She shifted, squirming against the unforgiving ground, and then gasped as his hard length pushed into her, sending another form of adrenaline into the mix.
“No, I don’t have anything in my pocket,” he said, “and Iamhappy to see you.”
Her fingers dug into his arms, and her body automatically arched against him, craving more of the delicious friction. His groan made her do it again, and his lips came down on hers, urgent and demanding.
Pure physical need took over, and then they were making out with reckless abandon in the middle of the field, winning no longer the name of the game.
Although there would definitely be winning.
Tucker slid his hand under her shirt, skirting her sports bra with his fingertips before finally breaching the barrier.
He tugged on her ponytail, angling his mouth over hers, and swept his tongue inside.
Themoomade her jump and was immediately followed by another low bellow.
Addie squinted through the darkness and vaguely made out the large bovine shapes. “Um, those figures you saw are cows. Did you know that when you tackled me to the ground?”
“Nope, but while you’re down there…” Tucker kissed her again, and she got lost in having his lips on hers, his hands on her body.
The mooing came closer, along with the sounds of hooves on hard dirt and a wetsplatthat meant the air was about to get a lot more aromatic.
“You sure know how to woo a girl,” Addie teased, running her fingers through Tucker’s hair as he kissed her neck.
“Don’t say I never take you anywhere fun.”
Obviously he was joking, but it made her wonder if they ever would go on an official date.
She should really stop being a wimp and talk to him about how official things were, not only for herself but because she was starting to feel guilty keeping it from the rest of their friends and from her family.
Then again, maybe I’m rushing.
It’s only been a week since we’ve slept together, and suddenly it feels like things are going too fast and too slow, all at the same time.
Since that wasn’t enough complications, she still needed to talk to him about the possible job with Bama. It’d been a crazy busy week, though, and she wanted to find just the right moment to bring it up.
She’d given up on figuring out exactly how she felt about it.
More hoof beats sounded, accompanied by amooso loud it vibrated across her skin, and while she maintained that she’d rather face a cow than a gator any day, she wondered about those statistics Tucker had thrown at her over ice cream.
Lying here and waiting to be stomped on hardly seemed smart, and on top of that, the whine of the four-wheeler grew louder.
“Sounds like our time is up.” Tucker gave her one last hard kiss on the mouth, pushed to his feet, and helped her up. He jerked his head toward the lights that marked home base, and she nodded.
Then she ran, hoping that his last statement didn’t end up being too true.
…
The group of them looked like they’d been playing football in the mud, and Shep had twisted his ankle enough that he had to limp into Hooters.
