Fools (Licking Thicket 3)

I held his face in my hands. “You come back to me and make it last.” I glared at him. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, but I couldn’t take much more of his hesitation. It was killing me. “Because I’m not letting you go. This—what we’re trying to have between us right now—has to last because that’s the only way I can picture my life anymore. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“I love you,” he said again. Tears spilled some more, but this time I leaned in and kissed them away.

“’Course you do,” I said roughly. “I’m a delight.”

I took his mouth with mine, starting off as gently as I could stand before stepping closer and bringing the rest of our bodies together. As soon as I felt his hard-on brush against the front of my leg, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Need you,” I growled. “Need you so badly. Want you to fuck me. I need you to know I’m all in.”

Tuck looked kiss-drunk and dazed. “You don’t need to prove yourself to me.”

I shook my head and let out a low laugh. “You don’t get it. I want it all with you. I want to try everything. I did some online searches and… I may have made a list. But I want to start with that—you inside me. I want to know how it feels and how it makes you feel. It feels so fucking good when I’m inside you, when I look at your face. God, Tuck. I want you to feel that too.”

After picturing all that, my dick was hard as nails. I groaned and pressed it into his stomach. “Please,” I added. “I’m not trying to brush off your concerns. I know we need to talk about lots of things, and I made a list of those too. But first… first I want to get naked and put my hands all over you, kiss your face off, and make you come. I can’t think straight until then, okay?”

Tucker smiled at me, his expression so full of affection it made my throat tight. “Okay.” He leaned in and nuzzled into my neck, pressing tiny kisses against my skin and teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

Some kind of faint instrumental music played in the background, no doubt my sister’s influence on the romantic scene. Candles were lit everywhere, and a fire crackled in the fireplace. I gently extracted myself from Tuck’s embrace and led him over to the bed. There were rose petals everywhere which made me blush for some reason.

I couldn’t imagine my family preparing this love nest for me and Tucker, but at the same time, their shenanigans tonight were such an obvious sign of their approval of our relationship, it made me feel seen and loved.

“Your family did this,” he said, reading my mind. “It means…”

“I know.”

“It means everything.” His voice was rough with emotion as he turned me to face him. “Dunn, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I never want to hurt you. Ever.”

I stepped closer and began to peel his clothes off. “I know. And I’m sorry I blew up at you today. You know that’s not usually how I roll. I just felt so frustrated and helpless. I couldn’t figure out how to convince you my feelings were real. This isn’t a phase or an experiment. It’s like…” I tried to put it into words he could understand. “It’s like coming out of anesthesia. Yes, it’s a little rough and you’re not yourself at first, but it keeps getting better and you become more and more of yourself after a while. Only now… whatever was broken is fixed. Ultimately, you feel better. You wouldn’t want to go back to being broken again or… or sedated even.”

Tuck bit his top lip to keep from laughing, so I pinched him. “Shut up,” I muttered. “I’m a farmer, not a fancy wordsmith.”

“I don’t know. You seem to do pretty well with words most of the time.” He was shirtless now, and my eyes were locked on his dark pink nipples hardening in the chill of the room. I reached out and ran my thumb across one. Tucker sucked in a breath. “You going to miss having big breasts to fondle?”

I met his eyes and held them as I moved in and took the tight bud between my teeth and ran my tongue over it. My hands grasped his sides and held him still while I tortured the sensitive spot. “Do I look deprived?” I asked slowly while moving over to assault his other nipple. I unbuttoned my pants as I sucked and nibbled and shoved both jeans and boxer briefs down to show him how rock hard I was for him. My dick looked like the Washington Monument shooting straight into the sky.