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“Better.I’ll be okay.”
Wesit down and I swallow hard. “Look, Quinn—
“Iknow,” he interrupts. “You don’t want to see me anymore.”
Hesmiles sadly at my look of surprise. “You had me meet you instead of invitingme over like usual. It’s not hard to figure out.”
“I’msorry. I really like you and I’ve had a lot of fun with you, but I’m in lovewith someone else.”
“Thebig guy from the hospital?”
“Yes.”
Quinnsighs. “Well, he’s a lucky guy.”
Ipeek up at him. “Thank you for being so good about this.”
Hegets to his feet. “We never made any promises to each other and you told mefrom the start you weren’t ready for anything serious. It sucks because I thinkwe could be good together, but I understand.”
“Takecare of yourself, Quinn.”
“Youtoo,” he replies and walks away with his eyes pointed at the ground.
Afterthe understanding way he took the news, I feel like shit, but it had to bedone.
Now,I just have to find a way to tell Derek about Tucker without any more fistsflying.
I’mbarely gone an hour, and when I return, the house smells wonderful. “I smellgarlic,” I call out, kicking off my shoes inside my front door. “What are youmaking?”
I’venever seen Tucker cook before so I’m a little afraid. When I round the cornerinto the kitchen, a burst of laughter leaps from my throat.
Tuckeris standing with a spoon in one hand, calmly stirring a pot of sauce that’sbubbling on the stove. The only thing he’s wearing is an apron. My bright redapron loops over his neck, and ties above his bare ass.
Tearsfill my eyes because every time I look at him, I fall into hysterics again. Itwould be funny to see any man in just an apron, but Tucker’s muscular bulklooks like it’s trying to burst through the material. Plus, this is so out ofcharacter for him. He’s not known for jokes.
Heturns and crosses his arms, leaning against the counter, his face impassive asif he cooks like this every day. “You said you wanted dinner.”
Wipingmy eyes, I walk up and grab the edge of the apron, giving it a little tug. “Idid.” Still chuckling, I lift the front of the apron and watch as his cockhardens. “All I did was look at it,” I tease.
“Allyou have to do is be in the room.”
Ican’t resist. I wrap my hand around him, giving a couple of long, slow strokes.A curse jumps from his lips and he reaches behind him, turning off the burner.Suddenly, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to bring this man to hisknees by getting on mine.
Ireach around and untie the apron, and he tosses it away. A groan rumbles hischest when I kneel down. Silver eyes plead with me when I take my time, and hisentire body jerks when I lick the sensitive spot beneath the head.
“Youdon’t know how many times I’ve pictured this,” he growls.
“Beingnaked in my kitchen?” I tease, licking him again and reveling in his reaction.
“Yourlips around my cock. Those innocent eyes looking up at me.”
Caressinghis balls, I look up at him. “I’m afraid I’m about to kill the impression youhave of my innocence.”
Beforehe can respond, I take all of him that I’m capable of. He’s big, there’s nodeep throating him, but by the way he groans that’s not going to be a problem.One of his hands reaches back to grip the counter, while his other tightens inmy hair.
I’venever really minded giving head, but it’s not typically enjoyable. It alwaysused to make me feel a little…demeaned, even if I was the one initiating.Something about being on my knees in front of a man just triggered odd feelingsof shame that I assume are related to my past abuse.
It’snot like that with Tucker. I can feel the respect and care in the way hecaresses my head and neck while I increase my pace. He traces a finger acrossmy cheek and over my top lip, and I suck him hard. His groans and curses spurme on until his hand tightens on my shoulder and he murmurs, “I’m going tocome, babe.”
