Tucker brushes my hair off my shoulder, and his lips graze the shell of my ear. “I want you to come with me to regionals. Do you think you can take off from work next weekend?”
I consider his offer and nod. “I think so. Let me see if I can switch shifts with Eden.”
“The girls will be there, too.” He motions toward Bex, Taylor, and Jemma. “You okay riding with them? I have to take the bus with the team.”
I glance over my shoulder at Bex, who’s telling the guys a joke, moving her hands as she speaks. “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
“Good.” Tucker kisses my cheek. “Because I need you there.”
I smile. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tucker
Sam slips through the top floor of the library, peeking out from behind shelves as she leads me deeper into the stacks. We were studying for all of ten minutes before she decided to slide her hand up my thigh. I wanted to bend her over the table right then and there. Instead, my girl had other ideas. She ran off, forcing me to chase after her.
I like games as much as the next guy, but not when I’m this hard and horny. She waits for me with her back pressed against a tall bookcase. We’re hidden out of sight from onlookers. The only person we need to worry about is the librarian.
I come to a halt in front of her and lift her up, hooking her legs around my back. Her lips crash against mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She threads her arms around my neck, her fingers producing a spark of heat which dances along my skin. The feeling I get when I’m with Sam has only grown stronger over time.
Sliding my hand further down her back, I grab her tight ass, and my cock grows harder with each groan of pleasure. She moans my name into my mouth without breaking the kiss, gripping my hair between her fingers.
Sam digs her heel into my ass, separating her lips from mine. “We don’t have a lot of time, Tuck. The old crone will be up here at four o’clock.”
I stop my slow exploration of her body and lower her to the floor. She shoves her yoga pants and panties over her hips, the material bunching at her ankles, giving me enough time to unzip and roll on a condom. Within seconds, we resume our position, with Sam’s back pressed against the shelf and my cock now buried inside her.
She takes my ear in her mouth and sucks, moaning softly with each thrust. “Yes,” Sam purrs. “Fuck, this feels good.”
“I missed you, too,” I whisper. “And my cock missed your pussy.” I’m trying to be quiet and fast, which is not easy given the circumstances. But she’s fucking killing me.
She chuckles softly, tightening her grip on my biceps, encouraging me to keep going.
Two days without Sam, and I’m already confessing how much I missed her. It’s the truth.
“I love you,” I say against her lips.
I still for a second, surprised by my confession.
She stares into my eyes, her mouth open wide. “You love me?”
I lean my forehead against hers. “Yes. I love you, Sam. This wasn’t how I had planned to tell you.”
“I love you, too, Tucker.” She strokes my cheek with her thumb. “Don’t stop. I was about to come.”
I rock my hips, spreading her open, my cock so deep inside her I have to focus not to come. But I have to be quick. We have minutes, at best, before we get caught fucking by the librarian.
Sam covers her mouth with her hand and leans her head on my shoulder as her insides tighten around my cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
She unravels above me, her body shaking through mine, her screams muffled by her hand. The sounds she makes drive me wild. My orgasm builds until it finally hits its peak. I come so hard my body jerks, and a book falls off the shelf at my feet.
Sam looks down and laughs. “You fucked me so good even the books are excited.”
Laughing, I pull out of her and set her on the ground. “I fucked you so good everyone in the library felt it.”
We hurry up and get dressed, careful to avoid anyone seeing us sneak out from the shelves together. Sam meets me at our table where she left her bag and laptop to save our spot.
Sam flips open a notebook, her eyes pointed down at the handwritten pages. “How much time do we have until dinner?”
“Our reservation is for seven.”
“What kind of food do they serve?”
“Italian. I’ll get the menu for you.” I flip open her laptop and type Dolce into the Google search bar. When I find the menu, I turn the laptop for her to see. “They have a small selection, but they’ll make anything you want. My dad always orders shit they don’t serve.”