Page 16 of Lonesome Man
I shuddered and rocked into her harder, faster, then lifted my head and looked down at her. “Because you’re mine, aren’t you, Libby? You’re mine, and once I’ve put a baby inside you, you won’t go anywhere. You’ll never leave me, will you, darlin’?”
She shook her head. “I’ll never leave, never again.”
Then she moaned loudly, and I felt her pussy clutch around me so fucking tight before she came, crying out, gripping rhythmically around my cock and pulling me along with her.
I fucked into her, pounding her like a goddamn barbarian, then I was coming deep inside her, grinding and groaning. “Fucking take it, Libby, take it all and don’t you dare lose one drop.”
She nodded, eyes half lidded, panting, while her legs were locked around me, holding me inside her, making sure she gave me what I asked for.
I lowered my weight, still deep inside her, rocking more gently now, and buried my face in her hair while I tried to catch my breath, but it was hard, because I was fucking shaken.
What the fuck had just come over me? Where the fuck had I gone? I’d been so deep in the scene, I hadn’t seen Ruth beneath me, I’d seen Libby, only Libby, and I didn’t know how to deal with the feelings slamming into me one after another.
So I stayed where I was, and when my cock softened and I slipped out of her, I rolled to my side and held her against me, fucking hiding just how much I was feeling.
Because I realized now, just how much losing Libby had truly broken me.
Chapter Seven
Libby
Somehow, a week had already passed. Seven days of the best orgasms of my life, hanging with Tucker, my best friend, only he had no idea it was the real Libby sleeping beside him every night.
Chewing my lip, I glanced out the window. It was the first time I’d been on my own since I got here. It was lightly snowing, and Tuck was out there somewhere chopping down trees for firewood. It looked like he had more than enough wood to me, but it had seemed pretty important to him when he’d left a couple hours ago. So I guess I was wrong.
I’d decided to use the alone time to work, and my laptop was open on the table. I hadn’t had a chance to check my email that often since I got here, and when I checked earlier, there was a message from my agent. Someone was interested in my script. I needed to do some edits, then send it back ASAP. This was exciting…beyond exciting. I’d had interest before, only to have it sputter out, so I was trying not to get my hopes up, but this felt different.
The fact that I was here with Tucker when I heard news about this particular script wasn’t lost on me. This wasn’t just any story, this was our story. I’d started writing it as a way of dealing with the loss I felt without him in my life. It had consumed me, was my best work, and the script that had finally landed me an agent.
When he’d asked me what my play was about, I thought I’d freaking perish right there and then. Rubbing at the goose bumps that now prickled across my arms, I ignored the swirl of nerves and guilt inside me and forced myself to read over the scene I’d rewritten. I made a few notes, then got back to editing.
* * *
I looked up when I heard the door close, followed by the thud of boots on the kitchen floor. I’d been so focused that hours had passed, and I suddenly realized I was sitting in the dark.
Tucker switched on the light, shrugging off his puffer jacket. His face was flushed from the cold, and his gaze moved over me, then the laptop and the stack of notes beside me.
“What’s going on?” His gorgeous lips curled up as he tugged off his woolen hat.
Before I knew what I was doing, I’d shot to my feet, rounded the table, and ran at him. I wrapped my arms around him, my excitement bubbling inside me. “I got an email from my agent. There’s serious interest in my script!”
His smile widened. “Fuck, baby, that’s awesome. What did I say?”
I chuckled. “Yes, yes, you are the all-seeing oracle.” I didn’t know if we were in character or not. Honestly, we had kind of fallen into this in-between. Or maybe it was that even when we weren’t in character, we were affectionate, and yeah, couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I wanted him constantly, and I wasn’t going to waste one minute of my limited time with him.
“That’s right,” he said, his eyes lighting up before flexing his biceps. “Glad you’re finally seeing it.”
God, Tucker had me in a constant state of wanting to swoon, laugh, and jump him in unison. “I just have to do some edits and send it back…but, I can do it later. I don’t want to cut into your?—”
“Fuck that,” he said, not letting me finish. “You do what you have to do, and I’ll make dinner.”
We never brought up the reason I was here, and Tucker obviously didn’t want me to either. “You’ve been out working all day. You shouldn’t have to do that. I’ll finish this, then cook for you. I’m not even hungry,” I lied.
“When was the last time you ate?”
I bit my lip.
“You haven’t eaten since breakfast, have you?”
