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The inflection shoots straight to my dick that's nudging her soaking entrance. I drag my lips back to hers at the same time I slip inside. Her warm, wet welcoming engulfs more than my cock. All of sudden a new unknown pleasure penetrates its way through me, pistoning my body to rock harder. Sharper. To make each thrust precisely reciprocate the incredible offering her body is making. Another erotic cry knocks against my lips. I do my best to lift up to watch our bodies blend into one blindingly beautiful blur. Every time I dive deeper, she curves into me passionately, her jaw never fully closing between moans. A familiar tensing around my cock begins yet instead of being able to push past it, there's a sharp sting to my balls informing me I'll be lucky if I don't come first.

I drop my forehead against hers to warn in an airy tone, “I'm about to come.”

June's arms tangle around my neck pulling me into her closer. Her pussy begins to tremble unleashing my orgasm to crash into hers. “Oh, Tucker!”

A savage, self-declaring, roar echoes around the room beside her screams. Wave after wave floods her tiny pussy while the intensity paralyzes me in place. With every scorching burst, another satisfied moan escapes June, and my body grinds further as if the only thing keeping us alive is her.

Our panting pendulates until I finally roll off to the side of her. The moment my head hits the pillow, I pull her damp skin to be against mine. Knowing she's covered with my essence inside and out swells my chest as much as my smile.

June's head falls against my beating heart and she states, “I love you, Tucker.”

Effortlessly I declare in return, “I love you too, June Bug.”

Her hand slides across my stomach to grip my side. She tugs me closer. My arms fall around her body in the same protective fashion.

That was....celestial kind of sex. Fate certified and approved kind of sex. The kind of sex that bonds two people at the soul rather than just the heart. What made it feel so different this time? What made it....Oh shit!

I try to brace myself to avoid being brash. “I'm sorry for not pulling out.”

She nestles her face against me and plants a small kiss on my chest. “I take the pill. We should be okay.”

The response momentarily relaxes my shoulders.

“Did you do that before?” Feeling her flustered head shake makes me smile. “No. That was...wrong. Bad. I meant, you ever...well.. Have you ever...”

“No.” There's a breath of relief against my skin. “Never. And I always get tested when I come to the city.” Another small sigh of relief leaves her before I ask, “Have you ever let a guy-”

“No.” Her quick response kicks the corners of my mouth back up. “You're the first.”

I roll my body over to blanket hers once more. “I'm gonna be the only.”

June sweetly smiles, nods, and lifts her lips to meet mine.

We'll work something out when it's time for me to leave the city. I don't care what it is or how we do it, we'll find a way to make it work. I love this girl in ways I didn't even know were possible. Guess Fate led us together just like it did my parents. I'm not complaining. Hell, when it comes to June, there's nothing to ever complain about.

June

“Can't believe I've never been to your apartment June Bug,” Tucker says as I turn the key in the lock.

“It's not like we've really had a reason before now,” I rebut.

“Pretty sure seeing your girlfriend's apartment is somewhere on the boyfriend’s requirement list.”

The comment causes me to chuckle. “I haven't seen the list in years, so I'll just have to trust you on that.”

What else would be on that list? Does it say anything about foot rubs or back rubs? Think you could pencil it in there for me?

Once we're inside I lock the door behind us. Tucker's head rolls around as he observes the small one-bedroom apartment I call home. “It's much smaller than I expected.”

“Well, it's just me and on the rare occasion a younger sibling hiding from a boyfriend who has pissed her off or a parent she thinks isn't being understanding.”

He moves into the space further, eyes darting back and forth between my closed kitchen to the left and my equally sized living room to the right. There's enough room for one couch, one leather recliner, a coffee table and a T.V. mounted on the wall. Unlike his condo everything is neatly put away, folded, and guest ready at a moment’s notice.

Definitely believe in a place for everything and everything has its place.

“The um...my ex...we had talked about moving in together and at one pointed looked at huge apartments. After that all fell through, I never even bothered with considering it again. All the extra space would make me feel lonely.”

Tucker nods his understanding. “You know what I really like about this place?”

“Hm?”

“The Monet prints around the room. And the blues and whites you've picked really compliment them.”

A smile slips onto my lips.

“But for the record, I think a Tucker Frost original will make this place much more homey.”

His implication falters my smile.

I don't know if he's just...talking and saying what I want to hear or if maybe by some miracle he's decided not to go on after his mother's party, which he has finally agreed to go to. Either way, I'm too afraid to do anything about it. Please don't compare it to ripping off a Band-Aid, which I wore plenty of growing up and still do even now. I'm one of those people who just waits for the damn thing to lose the sticky part and falls off.

“I was thinking maybe it would be better in the bedroom.” I motion my head that direction.

“I'm always better in the bedroom.”

His teasing joke makes me giggle. “I was thinking right above the bed?”

He gives me a wink. “I can do that.”

On a short chuckle, I lead us that way. Much like the rest of my apartment it's pretty basic with a bed in the middle, nightstands on both sides, a dresser across from it and a door in the corner that leads to the only bathroom in the entire place.

Tucker sighs, “Did you just move in or something?”

“No,” I bashfully reply. “I...I just don't have a lot of stuff.”

“Doesn't even feel like someone lives here.”

“Maybe because for the past six weeks I've been living somewhere
else
,” my snippy tone tears his attention away from my neatly made bed.

“I didn't mean for that to hurt your feelings, June Bug.”

“Well it did.”

Doubt he would like if I told him the condo he was renting looked like the inside of an 8
th
graders locker with the way everything is just thrown together. While I try to keep picking up after him, I keep the strongest efforts of house cleaning to the master bathroom, which is one of the only places he doesn't turn into an art supply wash.

Tucker slides an arm around my waist and lowers his face to mine. “I would never do that on purpose. You know that, June Bug.”

I softly smile. “I know...”

“We can spend more time over here,” he suggests sweetly before growing a grin I am all too familiar with. “Dinner. Movie....In fact, why don't we let your neighbors know you do in deed still live here?”

Without waiting for confirmation, Tucker pounces my lips, the painting he was carrying finds itself leaned against the dresser. The two of us stumble across the room until his body bumps into my bed. He breaks the kiss to drop down, shedding his shirt in the process. His exposed abs and tattoos water my mouth the same way they always do.

Wish he would've painted himself so I could hang the painting across from my bed like art porn to last me when he decides to go. Whoa. Was that a bit weird?

I wet my lips and run a finger down his chest heading straight for the button on his jeans. Tucker tries to move in to return to kissing me when I dodge and wag my finger. “Lie back.”

He groans his objection, but does it regardless. In a tantalizing torment, I cover his chest and abdomen with nips and nibbles, receiving a pleased sigh any time I get a little rougher. Swiftly, I undo his jeans, yank them down as well as his boxers, and wrap my hand firmly around his cock. He moans at the same time it tightens from my touch. I slowly begin to pump, eyes fixated on the tip where pre-cum is waiting to be tasted. Like a moth to flame, I find myself helpless to stay away. The first lick I deliver receives a sharp gasp, the second a barbaric growl. Teasing the tip with tiny tastes rather than delivering what it is he truly wants forces his entire body to constrict in order to restrain itself.

Should we call this even for making fun of my basically barren apartment?

“June,” he whimpers in frustration. I wrap my mouth around just the tip once more and hum. The welcome action receives a sigh before a groan. “I said I was sorry. You don't have to punish me.”

After a small smirk, I slide him further down my throat, sucking and stroking alike. My tongue swiftly swirls around his shaft and savors the way it swells against my tongue. Tucker's moans heighten until the calling of my name with such passion shakes the entire bed.  One hand supports me by briskly jerking while the other assists in gently tugging his nuts. The sexually lethal combination pushes him to the brink of climaxing in record timing. Tucker's hands fist themselves in my hair. I bob faster. My suction gets stronger. I give his balls the slightest addition of pain and he arches off the bed, bracing himself as a steaming, hot bitterness fills my mouth. A faint inability to breathe informs me he most likely was trying to warn me when his body betrayed him to pledge its allegiance to me. I continue to devour him making sure every last drop has been wiped clean away, leaving the defeated look on his face the only evidence of a job well done.

Don't you agree?

I wipe the corner of my mouth and playfully say, “
You
let the neighbors know I still live here. Thanks.”

His mouth bobs but he simply falls backwards. After a small pause he states, “Come sit on my face.” The less than charming, but nonetheless enticing command is met with haste. As soon as I've shed my clothes and am practically in position, Tucker says, “Let's let the neighbors know who will be a frequent house guest. Scratch that...permanent roommate.” And with that his hot mouth latches onto my pussy without mercy.

They can know his name, my name, and our overzealous sex schedule if it means Tucker's staying. If it means we're going to stay together for longer than the fling I know this started out as. I hate to get ahead of myself but you heard him. He plans to be a permanent resident in some way. For the first time it looks like Brandi was wrong about him. He's not going to just leave me with no warning. From the sound of it, I don't think he's going to leave at all.  If he lets me, I'll more than willingly be the reason he decides to stay.

Tucker

I turn off the sink, thankful to finally have all the spray paint off my hands.

June's going to love the little surprise waiting for her in the driveway. I can't seem to help it. She's the greatest inspiration I've ever had and everything I create when I'm on a high from her is made with vibrant bursts. I took a picture of one to send to Eddie since he was desperate to know what I was working on that I couldn't leave behind. He said it was some of the best work I've ever done. Full of more personal emotion from me than he had ever witnessed. I couldn't agree more. Keeping June Bug in my life is one of the best decisions I've ever had. Kinda like staying put for a while. Who knows…maybe I’ll find an art job here in town to keep busy while I convince June to work less to travel more.

The knock on the front door grabs my attention from drying my hands. Assuming it's probably Uncle Brett coming by to go tux shopping with me, I make a hustle for it.

I decided to go to my mother's pre wedding reception thing,
not
because she asked but for June. I hate how Aunt Brandi put her in the middle of our family feud and hate even more her job depends on it. The upside of her getting fired would be an easy reason for us to leave the city, but I know June loves her job too much. If we're being honest, I think she's too scared to try anything else. Maybe less scared now that she's met me. As far as this reception shit goes, technically all I have to do is show up. No one said anything about how long I have to stay nor about enjoying it.

As soon as it's opened, my mother's face drops in relief. “I didn't think you'd answer.”

“I thought you were Uncle Brett.”

“Why-”

“He's coming to take me tux shopping.”

Her eyes fill with joy and the sight twists my stomach in knots.

She really is
that
happy to have me coming to this thing?

“Can I come in? I would like to talk to you for a moment?”

Stepping to the side, I snidely ask, “You didn't come to bring me something else that used to be Dad's to make space for the shrink, did you? Perhaps a birthday card I made him when I was four or his collection of John Wayne movies? No, wait, you gave those away...”

She lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head. “I didn't come here to fight with you, Tucker.”

There's a first.

I lean against the wall right outside of the living room as she braces her body against the back side of the couch.

“Look, I know how you feel about David, which I don't feel is a
fair
assessment since you've only met him once.”

“Once was enough.”

“You were purposely provoking him.”

“Did you come here to defend his honor? I thought that's what a real man did for the woman he loved?”

“Stop that,” she fusses with a sharp point of the finger. “Stop quoting your father. Stop using the statements he made in honor of love to disgrace it. You wanna accuse me of spitting on his grave? What the hell do you think you're doing every time you use his words to hurt someone else?
That
wasn't the type of man your father was and you know it.”

Dad was a strangely honorable man. To have been an active Marine, he had a peaceful outlook outside the job. It was more peaceful than you would imagine someone who's career often put him in a kill or be killed position.

“Why are you here?”

“I know how you feel about David, but....
he
wanted me to ask you, if you would make a toast at the reception.”

Horror and resentment flood my expression. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Well,” she calmly tries to continue. “You
are
going to be his son-”

“I will
never
be his son,” I growl and fold my arms across my chest. “I don't give a shit if you stay married for the next fifty years, the only man who will
ever
be known as my father is Michael Christopher Frost.”

Quickly she tries again, “I didn't mean it the way you're making it sound, Tucker. I just meant, whether you like it or not he
is
going to be a member of this family. Meaning no matter how hard you want him to go away, he won't. He
will
be at holiday gatherings. He
will
be at birthday parties and your cousin’s weddings if they ever settle down. He
will
be there and welcomed because he will be my husband.”

My heart begins to pound hard against my chest.

“I didn't just pick his name out of a hat. I....fell in love with him. And while I'll never love anyone the same way I loved your father, it doesn't mean I can't love again.”

“Just because you managed to love him, doesn't mean I have to.”

Her body tenses and she nods. “True. But doesn't he at least deserve a chance to earn your respect or at the very least the kindness you are able to show absolute strangers?”

I look away.

“David would like you to make a toast. Doesn't have to be long. He just thought it might be a nice way to include you in our special day.”

With a hateful look her direction I snap, “I don't need to included. Hell, I don't even need to be there.”

A hurt look crosses her eyes. “Tucker-”

“I was going as a favor to June-”

“Who you barely know!”

“And Aunt Brandi who's acted like more of a mother since Dad died than you have.”

“That's not fair!” She shouts. “You didn't even give me a chance!”

“You lost your chance when you locked Dad away like some dirty little secret instead of the most incredible man to ever fucking exist!”

“All this blame on
me
but it was
you
who ran the hell away like some eight-year old who was sent to his room for being a jerk at the dinner table! You know what, Tucker? You can hate me all you want! You can blame me for anything and everything, but it won't change the simple fact I
am
your mother and I love you. You can screw up. You can continue this six year tantrum for another sixty and I'll still always love you. I'll still always be here when you need me. Maybe someday you'll give me the chance to be your mother again, but in the meantime...I appreciate Brandi watching out for you.” She moves across the room and lands in front of me. “You don't wanna make a toast? Okay. That's fine. I'll find a nice way to tell David you said no. I know he'll agree the only thing that really matter is that you're there.”

A gentle pat is given to my chest and I tense.

That's the most she's touched me in years. How can she spout bullshit like loving me when she hasn't hugged me since Dad died? That's right. My so called 'always here for you' mother hasn't hugged me in six years. But I'm still the asshole? What do you mean have I given her the chance? Whose side are you on?!

The sound of the door shutting signaling her departure is proceeded by a buzzing noise. Seeing my phone move across the counter, I take a few steps, and answer with irritation in my voice, “What?”

“That doesn't sound like the cheerful Tucker Frost I have grown accustomed to,” Eddie chuckles in the phone. “You spill paint on your good jeans again?”

I shake my head. “What do you want Eddie?”

“So...I know the last time I called you said you had plans on sticking around town for a while, but I
finally
got more info on the art crawl happening in Georgia next week. It's in downtown Athens and-”

“I'm in,” I cut him off. “Send the details to my phone. I'll be on a bus tonight.”

There's a long pause in the phone. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Alright.” He clears his throat. “I'll send Clay a line and let him know to look out for you while you're there.”

“Appreciate it.”

“You sure about this?” Eddie's distrust in me causes me to grit my teeth. “Like two days ago you sounded like you were about to buy a damn house and now you're just bailing?”

Two days ago permanently renting this place and moving June in were two very real possibilities.

“It's what I do,” I snip. “I go where the art takes me. Now send me the damn information.”

After hanging up, I use the app I haven't in weeks, drop the phone on the counter, and make my way around the scattered art supplies on the floor for my bedroom.

Stop staring at me like that. You knew who I was from the beginning. I travel. I don't stay...put...in one place. It's time to move the hell on. Escape from this city like always. I know I said I would make an appearance but....I can't. Aunt Brandi will understand. June....June will get it. I have to go. I can't live somewhere I can't even fucking breathe.

I shove a couple pair of shorts, shirts, and underwear into my bag alongside one of the empty sketch pads, pencils, and my passport. I snatch my wallet off the dresser and shove it into the back pocket of my jeans.

All of sudden the sound of the front door shutting stops my movements a couple feet outside my bedroom.

The sight of June's sweet face stings everything in my system.

I didn't want to say goodbye. Hadn't planned on it because I know just leaving would've been easier. Going to bed one day with me and waking up the next morning without. Having your last memory of me be sweet and erotic rather than cold and calculated. 

She starts to approach me. “Your Uncle Brett told me to tell you he had to reschedule for tux shopping until tomorrow. Something about the boys needing his advice. I wrapped up shopping for Brandi's new chinchilla earlier than expected so I thought I'd come by.” Her hands roam up my chest and sadness chokes me. “Figured we could pass the afternoon away together.”  When her hand touches the strap of my bag, she curiously questions, “Were you going somewhere?”

I try to answer but can't.

How do you tell the love of your life you're leaving because staying would kill you?
 

June takes a step back and the expression on her face hardens. “Tucker.”

“I have to go,” my voice is a whisper. Doing my best to make it firm, I state, “I have to leave town. I shouldn't have stayed this long.”

She swallows her sadness. “Then why did you?”

My eyes begin to stain every single curve of her face to memory, as if it's not already there.

How can it not be? I've never loved another person the way I do June. Why couldn't she be in another city, in another state, in another place meeting me under different circumstances? Why did Fate do this to us? Why the hell did Fate bring us together knowing damn well we would be ripped apart? Has she not fucked me over enough? Do I not deserve the same happy ending my parents once endured? Is Fate still pissed off at me for being pissed off at her?

“What happened?” She tries to remain calm. “Why are you leaving out of nowhere?”

“I just...I have to. I can't stay in this place any more. It's poison.”

“Does that include me?

“Of course not, June Bug.”

“But you were going to just leave without saying goodbye to me?”

I press my lips together refusing to answer.

She restrains herself from snapping. “You do know, if you leave now and you don't show up to the party, I lose my job, Tucker.”