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DidI actually tell him I love his cock?
Yep.
Justas I’m getting close he scoops me up and carries me to the wall, pressing myback against it. He barely misses a beat and my nails dig into his back as hepounds into me with ruthless constant power.
Thefeeling building inside me is too much to resist and I scream his name as I’mtorn in half by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I had no idea it couldbe like this. That I could feel such need and desperation followed by such devastatingpleasure.
Hissweaty head is buried in my neck as his strokes become irregular and he spitsout my name like a curse when he comes, his entire body quaking.
Westay in that position for a long minute, panting and catching our breath beforehe takes a step back and lowers me to my feet. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,fuck, Tucker. That was amazing.”
Heplants a sweet kiss on my lips, then presses his forehead to mine. When helooks at me again, I can see the softness in his gaze twist into something thattears a strip from my heart. Regret. His sweat is still drying on my skin andhe already regrets it.
“Tucker?”
Hesteps back and shakes his head. “I need to…I’m going to shower.” With that, hepractically sprints upstairs. He’s not even headed to the bathroom with theheater. He’d rather get wet in a freezing cold bathroom than look at me.
Itry to swallow down the lump in my throat while I get dressed. It’s not like Iexpected a proposal, but to have such amazing sex with him after all the timeI’ve dreamed about being that close to him and then have him run away like Ihave the plague fucking hurts.
It’stime to give up on any thoughts of us together. It’s obviously not what hewants. I got him worked up so he fucked me, like any man would in thatsituation. But he doesn’t feel anything for me like I do for him. And I don’tever want to feel like I do now again.
I’mdone.
Igive up.
I’llkeep to myself and stop pursuing him.
* * * *
Doyou know what’s worse than being rejected right after fucking someone? Beingtrapped in the same room with them. Tucker managed to hide upstairs in the coldfor nearly an hour, and by the time he came back, I was sitting in the reclinerwith my laptop, writing.
It’sthe best way I know to deal with how I’m feeling and I let the words pour out,describing my experience with him, and my quick disappointment after. It’s notlike he led me on and I have no right to be upset, but that doesn’t change howI feel.
Heoffers me a thicker blanket and I take it, thanking him. It’s the last wordsspoken for the night. He watches TV while I write until my eyes are too heavyto continue. I turn off my laptop, set it aside, and lie back in the recliner.Exhaustion takes over and I’m asleep in minutes.
Thesun is out when I wake the next morning, but it takes two more days for thesnow and ice to melt off of the roads. I spend the next two days buried in mywriting, avoiding him so he doesn’t have to avoid me. He spends most of thetime outdoors, cutting up the fallen trees with a chainsaw and clearing debris.
Bored,I throw on a couple of layers of clothes, drag the branches to the firepit, andstart a fire. It’s the only thing I can really think to do to help. We’ve heardchainsaws whirring on the county road all day so I expect we’ll be able toleave today.
Italked to Derek this morning and was relieved to hear everyone else has riddenout the storm okay, though most of us still don’t have power.
Alarge truck pulls slowly up the driveway and I yell at Tucker, gesturing to it.He turns off the chainsaw and walks out to meet the truck. A soldier gets outand talks to him for a moment before they both nod, and the truck heads backdown the driveway.
Tuckerapproaches me. “The roads are open from here to town.”
“Wasthat the National Guard?”
“Yeah,they were checking if we needed help. Let’s go to town.”
“Idon’t need anything. You go.”
Hislips press together in his signature frown. Or maybe it’s just the one he useswith me. I don’t know. “I want you to come with me, Leah. There’s something youneed to see.”
Thegravity in his voice is foreboding but my morbid curiosity wins out. “Allright. Let’s go.”
Theride to town is quiet and I gaze out the window at our drastically changedsurroundings while my thoughts hop around like a rabid bunny. Thinking backover everything, I start to have doubts.
