Tucker (The Family Simon 1)

Abby didn’t know what to say to that, so she remained quiet.

“So you and Tucker are…involved then?” Virginia’s eyes were sharp as she swung her gaze back to Abby.

“I…well,” she attempted a smile. She so didn’t want to discuss Tucker with his aunt. A quick look to her right, and she saw his mother, Eden, headed their way. Two against one. Not fair.

Suddenly it was all too much. It was too noisy. Too hot. There were too many bodies everywhere—too many damn Simons. And Christ, if Tucker kept looking at her the way he was right now, she was going to explode. She just might melt into an orgasmic puddle.

She needed...she needed something familiar and safe. Something or rather someone who could steer her straight.

“I’ve got to make a phone call. Please excuse me.”

Abby didn’t wait for Aunt Virginia to answer. She spun on her four inch pumps and slid through the crowd, ducking to her left when she spied Cooper a few feet away. She wasn’t in the mood for him. Hell, she wasn’t in the mood for any of this right now.

She threaded her way across the dance floor and headed for the terrace, not stopping until the cool air hit her and the shadows in the corners covered her. If she smoked, now would be the time for a cigarette. Instead, she rifled through her small clutch bag and whipped out her cell.

Moments later, it rang and her roommate Lisa picked up immediately.

“You slept with him.”

Startled, Abby pressed the volume button, wincing as Lisa’s voice echoed into the night. Turning slightly she whispered into the phone.

“No. Why the hell would you say that?”

“You didn’t sleep with him?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

Abby made a face.

“So you didn’t sleep with him,” Lisa repeated.

“Not yet.”

“Ha! I knew it.”

“No! I mean…” Abby leaned against one of the columns that supported an overhang strewn with fresh cut flowers and rubbed her forefinger against her temple.

She sighed. “He wants to…um, sleep with me and we’ve had a great time here, and his family is amazing even his cousin Cooper, and I kissed him the other night, and I swear to God I had an orgasm from just that one kiss.”

Her words came out in a breathless rush and for a second she wavered, more than a bit dizzy.

“Lisa?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

Silence greeted her, and she bit her lip, gazing out into the darkness. There against the edge of night a couple clung to each other. Kissing. Touching. Abby was pretty sure it was Tucker’s younger sister, Grace, and she may have been a pervert for watching the two of them, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away.

Had she ever been that passionate?

Her thoughts drifted to the kiss she’d shared with Tucker, and heat immediately flushed her cheeks. God, she wanted that. So badly.

“Abby?”

“Yeah.”