Her Ex's Dad

The trailer door shut with a loud rattling sound.

I stared at him. What do I do? How do I explain this?

Tucker walked over to the couch where I remained hidden. “So, how do I explain this?”

I gulped. “That was exactly what I was thinking.”

Chapter Eight

MACY

He pulled me close and gazed into my eyes. “Like I told you I was married. I married at eighteen. I was young and I think I was rebelling against my legacy. We had Scott and then I started to realize we shouldn’t be together. She took custody and I just didn’t want to fight her anymore.”

“So, you let him go?”

“No, I tried to see him, but she just made it so difficult. So he grew up resenting me. But I feel responsible for how he turned out.”

I sighed. I knew I needed to tell him. I opened my mouth to do just that.

“So, about the mess.”

Mess? I blinked my eyes. Yes, there is a huge mess. I just don’t know what to do about it. “Well, see I—”

He grabbed my hand and tugged me along to the front of the trailer. “Seems we have a full shower in this Penthouse truck and what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t assist in…cleaning you up?”

I felt excited at the flirtatious invitation but I had to get this out. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t just see David—Scott. That he was my ex boyfriend and apparently, Tucker’s son! “But maybe we should—”

Leading me in, he turned on the water, then moved me under the spray. “No talking for a bit. Let’s just… forget all that for a while. I’m not ready to talk about it.”

I sighed. “Okay.” I wasn’t sure if I was either, but I knew I would have to tell him sooner or later.

Grabbing the loofah and some body soap, he lathered it up. He knelt down and then peered up at me.

I knew my cheeks were flaming as he studied my body.

He started at my feet with the loofah. “I want to worship you. You are the kind of woman that…” he paused and grabbed my calf. “…turns me on like no one before.” He lathered up along my legs to my thighs. “So cute this…” He reached to my red patch of curls and grasped it gently, tugging. “…little patch, so perfect.”

I sucked my breath in. Perfect? The tugging was so sensual and sexy. I felt my juices bubbling out.

He then dropped the loofah and eased his fingers into me.

I was actually holding my breath and now, I let it out in a whoosh. “Oh…”

He smiled up at me while his fingers kept delving in and out of me. “Like that?”

I shook all over. “Like?” I swallowed heavily. “I’m dreaming all of this, so I LOVE it.” Could he get any sexier? God, I hope not, cause I may just melt into a puddle at his feet. Macy pudding, just a blob of the woman who existed before.

He grasped my patch again with his free hand while stroking my pussy with his fingers.

“Ohh, Tuck—” I caught my breath. Yep. He gets better with each move. I’m gonna fall apart again. “You are too sexy for me. I’m gonna…”

He kept giving me that dazzling smile. “Yes, you are.” He stroked faster. “And I’m gonna watch.” He thumbed my clit button.

My body tightened as I gasped for air. Mercy. HAVE MERCY! “AHHH,” I let out as I helplessly came on his fingers.

“Yes, sweet, sinfully sexy Macy, come for me,” he purred.

I titled my head back and enjoyed the warm water hitting my now heated body as I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh, look.” He showed me his slick fingers and slipped it into his mouth to lick it off. “You are messy again.” He parted my folds. “I’ll clean you up.”

I again, felt shocked as I felt his tongue lapping up the cum from my slit. OH.MY.GOD. This cannot be real. I once again thought as I watched this hot man lapping me up while in a shower in a penthouse Peterbuilt, going down the interstate to god knows where. I looked down at my arm and pinched myself really hard. “OW!”

Tucker stood up and looked puzzled. “What did you do that for?”

Embarrassed as to why, I tried to smile.

He smoothed my wet hair from my face. “What is it?”

“Well, is it that you think I’m an heiress or something?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m worth millions?”

Tucker narrowed his eyes at me. “No, you said you couldn’t even make your rent.”

“Oh—yeah. So, that can’t be the reason then. Well, did you lose a bet, maybe?”

“A bet? No! And what reason?”

I looked away. “I don’t get it.”

Tucker pulled me close to his body. “Are you having second thoughts about staying with me?”

I batted my eyes with total confusion. What might he say if I told him about his son? Being my ex? I shrugged. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”