Ever Fallen In Love (11 page)

Immediate release. Free to speak with other teams

He sank back in his seat. Well, holy hell.

"It's the best we'll get.” Janine handed him her pen. “Sign."

"Yeah, Poston. Sign your life away to me.” Rick chuckled. “Damn fool."

"Are you sure I want to put my name on this? I feel like I'm taking it up the ass without lube,” Tucker muttered.

"Cute.” Janine snorted. “Yes, you want to take the deal."

Tucker scrawled his name on the appointed lines and returned the pages to Janine. “Well, I'm screwed. Where's my car?"

"Just a moment.” Dale McNamara shuffled the papers then placed some in Rick's hands. “Here's your copy and, Janine, here's yours. I think everything is in order.” He stuffed his papers into his briefcase. “Mr Poston, enjoy your choice."

"There's a broom in the garage area. Grab it and make yourself useful.” Rick yanked Megan into his lap. “I've got things to do. People to undress."

Megan stood. “Rick, you might want to read the contract."

"You're wasting time.” Rick sighed. “I want him out and you naked. What's the issue?"

"You signed Tucker's full release.” Dale clicked the briefcase shut. “The only one getting screwed right now...is you.” He smiled, nodded and strolled out of the room.

"Wait. Megan, I let you—” Rick's eyes widened then narrowed. “Megan."

"You bellowed?” She inched out of his grasp.

"You fucked me.” He pounded his fist on the desk, knocking over a motion statue. “You went out and became a businesswoman."

"Looks like."

"You fucked with the wrong man, Megan. Tucker Poston belongs to me."

"According to the papers you just signed, he's free to go wherever he chooses as of right now,” Janine snapped.

"Meaning you're screwed.” Tucker offered his arm. “Miss Walters, I believe I need to find a team."

Megan rounded the desk and held out her hand. “I'm Megan Rodney and I own Blitz Racing. Why don't we head to my office to talk about what it would take to bring you aboard?"

Oh, he loved her businesswoman attitude. Tucker also loved her silly, frazzled girl on the inside. He needed her in any way she could throw at him. Hell, he just needed her.

"This isn't over, Megan. I will find a loophole.” Rick jerked out of his seat. “You will not best me."

"I just did,” she said over her shoulder.

"You're a shitty lay, Megan,” Rick shouted as Tucker held the door open. “He's getting a frozen cunt. Fuck you!"

With his hand on the small of her back, Tucker directed Megan out of Rodney Racing and into the parking lot. Her hands trembled when she came to a stop at her Monte Carlo. Her eyelids drooped and she swayed on her feet.

"Megan?” He scooped her into his arms.

"Is she okay?” Janine's eyes widened. “She'd better be okay."

"I just need some air.” Megan's breath warmed his neck. “Lots of stress, no lunch and too much heat in his office."

"She'll be all right.” Tucker stroked Megan's hair. He drew oxygen into his lungs then let it out on sigh. “Give us a moment."

With a curt nod, Janine strolled to her car four spaces away.

Tucker leaned against the fender without releasing Megan. “You will be okay, right?"

She blinked and splayed her hand across his chest. “How hot was it in there? Ninety-eight?"

"Around seventy, I'd say, but other things didn't help."

She chewed the corner of her mouth without responding.

With the scare over, he placed her on the trunk of her car and unleashed his frustration. “I won't lie. You pissed me off. A lot."

"It's a gift?” Her shoulder inched up in a shrug.

"Megs, I can't live like this. I hate limbo. Either things start or they don't. I can't be around you and not be with you.” He released her and threw his hands in the air. “You asked me if I'd ever fallen in love with someone where it couldn't work. I did. With you.” Tucker sighed and bowed his head. “You don't want me. I get it. Just promise me, if only for the sake of my sanity, you didn't like sitting on that bastard's lap."

Megan slid her hands into his. “I'm only so much of a masochist. My idea of fun isn't standing in my underwear and heels while he gets his rocks off. But I had a plan—to say the word yellow to quietly alert Janine. I knew she'd come in with both guns blazing and you right behind her. Or scream and you'd both rescue me in a heartbeat."

Stunned by the physical contact and her words, Tucker snapped his attention from their linked hands to her face. “He made you undress? That's it. I'm ripping his dick off."

She smoothed her palm over his cheek. “He's not worth the jail time."

"Are you sure about that? I'd risk my damned life for you."

"I won't let you go to prison for a moron. I'm kinda fond of you being right here."

The acts of kindness and affection stirred warm sensations in his loins, but did little to calm his jittery nerves. “Why'd you leave?” He winced as his voice cracked.

Megan straightened her shoulders. “If I stayed, I'd never have gone through with my plan. You're my strongest temptation and my weakness, but I had to beat Rick on my own terms so we could have a future.” She unknotted the scarf and let the silk flutter from her neck. The teardrop pendant fell back into its place at the base of her throat. “See? I never gave up on you."

Touching the drop of white gold, Tucker's heart kicked into triple time. “Then marry me. Become Mrs Poston. I'll quit racing if it means I can have you."

"I don't know.” She batted his hands away. “You're a lot of trouble and I'm not so sure I'm up for the challenge."

"Challenge? Trouble? You like trouble."

Nose to nose with him, her eyes flashed and her voice dropped to a husky purr. “I love trouble."

"Megan?” A man could only take so much.

"I love you, Tucker Poston.” Megan wound her arms around his neck and met him in a kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, gliding over her tongue in sweeping strokes. She moaned and crushed herself against him. Tucker's hands inched from her lower back down to her ass.

"Mine."

Megan nodded. “Janine, do you have the contract for Tucker with you?"

"In my briefcase,” Janine called. “I'll make sure they end up at Blitz in the safe.” She crossed back to the car and clapped. “I knew you two had a happily-ever-after in you."

"Since you're heading to the shop, let Eric know we're hunting a second crew chief. See if he thinks Bob Rosen would be a good fit. I've got a hunch Bob and Mat will make a better match."

"You got it.” Janine placed the papers on the trunk lid. “Sign this, sir...unless you don't want to run for us, then start sprinting because Megan will hunt you down."

"I'm already caught.” Tucker disengaged from Megan and nabbed the pen. “You need a driver and I'm your man.” He added his name to the documents and shoved them towards Janine. The weight on his shoulders evaporated. For the first time in a long time, he felt both shackled and free. Caught up tight in Megan's charms and also free to love her the way she deserved.

"You don't fit my bill. I'm looking for someone with black hair and blue eyes.” Janine winked. “I know you're not going to be good, so keep him in line best you can, Meg."

Megan waved as Janine got into her car and disappeared down the road. Tucker cleared his throat. Time to get back to important things. Like getting her home. “I'm a Blitz driver now."

"Welcome aboard.” She averted her gaze and leaned on the fender of her car. “Looks like you got your dream."

"Not totally.” Tucker nudged her thighs apart and nestled himself tight against her pussy. “I believe one of your rules is no interoffice dating.” He rubbed his aching cock along her silken folds and cursed both their location and her wearing undergarments.

"It's an archaic rule.” Megan groaned. Her nails bit into his shoulders.

"So it could change?"

"You proved,” she panted, “anything is possible with determination."

"And I have determination."

"So take me home so we can properly celebrate the new era at Blitz Racing."

"Hell-fucking-yes."

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"Should we visit the Strip before we leave?” Tucker cuddled Megan into the crook of his arm. “I mean, what's a trip to Vegas without seeing the tourist sites?"

Megan yanked the sheet away from their bodies then sat astride his lap. Her hair fell across her shoulders and skimmed her breasts. “If you want sparkly lights, I can deck the race shop in Christmas lights. If you want flashy dancers and skin, I'll put Mat and Eric in thongs and make them dance for you."

Tucker shuddered. “The thought of Eric Trask in a thong has seriously curbed my sex drive. I think my dick just climbed inside me."

"He's not your type?” She batted her lashes. “Aw, he's cute in a lumbering, silent-but-studly way. Janine thinks so anyway."

"She would.” Tucker wrapped his arms around her and flipped her underneath him. “I like my partners a little more like you. Perfect and mine.” He buried his face in the column of her neck and rained kisses on the silky skin. “I take it you really don't want to explore Las Vegas?"

"We're in the warmth and seclusion of the motor coach. You're naked, I'm naked and no one wants our time until Monday. I could care less what's happening outside the windows."

"I do like the tinted glass and thicker insulation. Coming here was the best decision.” Tucker slid his cock over the slickness of her folds. “Now I want to make you come for me."

Megan encircled his waist with her legs. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her words came out breathy. “It didn't hurt that you won a race here this weekend, did it?"

"Well yes, there is that, but I liked our reason for being here better.” Tucker braced his knees and propped himself up on one arm. He kissed the ring finger of her left hand. “I'd rather know I have your love for the rest of my life than win some race."

"You got both and a hard-on.” She angled her hips, welcoming him into her body. “Oh, my."

Tucker groaned and grasped her hips, setting a slow pace in and out of her pussy. “Pretty good for a washed-up driver, eh?"

"Pretty good, indeed.” Her lips curved as she arched her back.

He paused and rested his forehead against hers. “You don't regret our little jaunt last night, do you?"

Without opening her eyes, Megan shifted and hooked her ankles together, sending him deeper into her slick channel. “And miss out on being Mrs Poston?” She opened her eyes and cocked her head. “Nah. I'm game.” She scratched his nipple with her fingernail. “Done talking?"

"Bad girl.” Tucker sat back on his heels and yanked her onto his lap. “Should I tie you to the headboard and spank your ass raw?"

"Please?"

"We've got all night.” He cupped the back of her neck and nipped her bottom lip. “Right now, this champ wants a celebratory fuck with his wife."

"All night long."

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I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favourites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.

I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.

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Wendi Zwaduk loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at www.total-e-bound.com

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