Page 92 of Coming Home Country
Bex planted her hands on my shoulders, using them for leverage as she rose a few inches and slid back down.
“I have an implant, but you can pull out if you want.”
The idea was laughable. What man didn’t want to come inside the woman he loved without a barrier between them?
Something snapped inside me. Sensible Tucker, who warned there was a failure rate on any form of birth control, was shoved out of the way as Primal Tucker, who wanted nothing more than for his swimmers to beat those odds, rose to the surface.
My fingers dug into the skin of Bex’s hips, and on her next upstroke, I slammed her down, eliciting a scream torn from the back of her throat that echoed through the tight space of the cabin.
I didn’t give her a moment to recover before I did it again. And again.
“Is that what you want? For me to pull out? Or do you want me to fill you up? To be stuffed so full of my cum that it’s leaking out of you the entire drive home?”
Her harsh breathing hitched, and she swallowed around a whimper as she nodded.
“No,” I grunted as my balls drew up tight in warning. Going bare meant I wasn’t going to last long. “Need to hear you say it.”
“Yes!” she cried as I bounced her on my cock. “Please, Tucker. Fill me up!”
Those words acted like a trigger on my orgasm. It ripped through me instantly, the pleasure stealing the breath from my lungs, but I kept pumping, determined to empty every last drop inside her.
“Tuck! Oh God!” Her nails pierced my flesh as her pussy clamped down around me, signaling her own release.
Our rhythm slowed once we were both spent, and Bex collapsed against me.
My hand stroked her damp hair, and I pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
The vibration of her resulting hum tickled my chest.
How the hell we’d turned a near medical emergency into the hottest sex of my life, I would never know.
If I weren’t already sold on a forever with Bex, I’d be signing up immediately after getting a taste of what our life together could look like.
She was perfect for me. We were perfect together.
Now all that was left to do was convince her to stay.
“So, you’re on board to issue a quarantine order for the whole town to contain the smallpox outbreak?”
My head snapped up. “What?!”
Felicity smirked from where she stood on the threshold of my office. “Wondered what it was going to take to get your attention. You’ve been nodding with a vacant stare in your eyes for the past ten minutes I’ve been talking to you.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “Sorry. My mind’s been elsewhere today.”
“I’ll say.” She let out a light laugh. “This have anything to do with that girl every patient I’ve seen today has been telling me about? The one who’s apparently your long-lost love?”
“Her name is Bex, and yes.” I purposely left out the part about how every time I’d been called Dr. Grant today, my dick had twitched, thinking of the way she said it in that sexy voice, knowing it brought me to my knees.
“You’ll have to introduce us. From the sounds of it, the two of you were—are—quite an item.”
“She’s only here for a couple more days.” Fuck, even saying that out loud was like a knife twisting in my gut.
Felicity hummed. “That’s a shame.”
It was a damn tragedy, but I kept that to myself.
“If it were me? I’d be finding ways to make the most of the time I had left.”
