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Cole chuckled. “Yeah, I heard
your mama set you up with that high school math teacher. What’s his name,
Wilber?”

She glared up at him. “His
name is William, not that it’s any of your business. What about that buckle
bunny you showed up here with?”

“Aw, you jealous, sugar?”

Charlene folded her arms and
rolled her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

He patted her bottom,
prompting her to squeal. “I think I’ll get back to my buckle bunny before she
cools off.” He tipped his hat and grinned. “Y’all have a good night now.”

“Excuse me,” Charlene
muttered as soon as he was out of earshot. “I have to find my date, too.”

“What the hell was that
about?” Tucker asked, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

Rachel watched Charlene flirt
with her date while Cole’s date tried to capture his attention with her ample
cleavage. “I don’t know, but it looks like things could get interesting now
that Charlene’s back in town to stay.”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “If
Jake finds out that Cole is hot for his sister, he’ll go ballistic. That guy is
into some kinky shit.” He paled when he realized what he’d said. “Shit, I’m
sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to…”

She held her hand up. “It’s
okay. It’s not like I’m ever going to forget what happened to me, Tucker. I
don’t judge your friend because of his lifestyle. I know that Glen was a
sadist,
but not all
dominants
are.” She whispered the words to avoid being
overheard. She’d researched the lifestyle when she realized that’s what it
would take to make Glen happy, but she quickly realized he was using that
lifestyle as an excuse to be abusive and get away with it.

He tucked a strand of hair
behind her ear. “I’ve had enough partying for one night. You want to head back
to my place?”

She glanced at the beer
bottle in his hand. “I don’t know, Chief. How many of those have you had?”

He grinned. “This was my
first and only one. I have to set a good example for these hell-raisers.”

She laughed. “Damn.”

“Why do you say that?”

She slipped into his arms and
whispered in his ear, “I was hoping you were gonna get drunk so I could have my
way with you.”

He chuckled. “Let’s get the
hell out of here.”

“Um, can you give me a few
minutes? I just need to use the restroom.” Her mother may not approve of her
decision to spend another night with Tucker. But soon her time with him would
be little more than a pleasant memory, and these few stolen moments would have
to last her a lifetime.

Chapter Twelve

Tucker closed his front door
and moved in on her like a predator stalking his prey. A sleepless night, lost
day of work, and he was finally going to get a little relief and retribution.

“Come here.”

Her green eyes widened. “I…
uh…”

No one had ever labeled
Tucker a “nice guy.” He was tough, relentless, and downright nasty at times.
But nice? Rarely. Yet he had been treating her with kid gloves since he rescued
her from the roadside. It was time for her to get a glimpse of the
real
Tucker,
the man who sunk his teeth into a case with a vengeance, often forgoing food
and sleep until he saw his suspect behind bars. The guy who saw something he
wanted and went after it, no matter the cost. He wanted her, and he intended to
have her, here and now.

“I’m tired of this little
game we’ve been playing.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to
the floor. She was backing up at the same time he was moving in. He felt like a
jerk for scaring her, but if this was going to work, she had to realize he
wasn’t her ex, and he refused to spend the rest of his life paying for that
bastard’s sins.

Rachel had to accept him for
who he was: bad moods, jealousy, possessiveness, dumb-ass mistakes, and all. He
wanted a woman who would love him for him, not for the “nice guy” she believed
him to be.

“Get naked… now.”

She swallowed convulsively as
her trembling hands reached for the hem of her tank top.

He didn’t want to be her Dom
any more than he wanted a submissive, but he was assertive and over-bearing by
nature. That’s just who he was, and that wasn’t going to change because he’d
fallen in love with a woman who had a lousy history with men.

“This is me,” he whispered.
“The real me.” He watched as she stripped her clothing off. Her eyes never left
his. “Think you can handle that?”

“I… don’t …know.” She stood
before him, naked and exposed, gripping the banister with one hand, the wall
with the other. “You’re scaring me.”

He took a deep breath and
closed his eyes. He’d always been an aggressive and demanding lover, except
with her. He was gentle and compassionate with Rachel because of her
unspeakable experiences, but he couldn’t change who he was to accommodate her
needs, especially when her needs were based on fear and a myriad of painful
memories.

“I don’t want you to live in
the past anymore, Rachel. I want you to be here, with me, in the present. I’m
not the guy who hurt you. I would never hurt you. I need you to believe that.”

“I do,” she whispered. “I
know you’re nothing like him.”

Tucker reached for his belt
buckle and her eyes tracked his every move. It pained him to know she was
questioning whether he was going to use the leather strap on her as a weapon of
torture, the way her previous lover obviously had. The thought never even
crossed his mind. He didn’t need to combine pain and pleasure to get off. She
was all he needed to be satisfied. “Yet you’re wondering if I plan to use this
to burn your ass, aren’t you?”

She closed her eyes and
nodded her head.

“Open your eyes!” he shouted.

She jumped back as her hand
flew to her chest to protect herself.

“Put your hands behind your
back,” he said quietly, moving in closer. He didn’t intend to bind her hands.
He enjoyed the feel of her hands caressing his body while they made love. “You
need to trust me,” he said when he saw the flicker of apprehension in her eyes.
“This can’t work if you don’t trust me, baby.”

“What are you going to do to
me?” she whispered. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him move closer. She
drew a final breath and held it when he stopped in front of her.

He couldn’t blame her for
being terrified right now. He was a foot taller, a hundred pounds heavier, and
he had a gun strapped to his ankle. “Am I scaring you?”

She nodded. “A little.”

He resisted the urge to back
down. This was a part of who he was and she needed to get comfortable with that
if this relationship was going to work. Sometimes he was demanding and selfish,
but he could also be tender and gentle when she needed him to be. He needed to
know that she could do the same for him. He needed a woman who trusted him, who
wouldn’t back down in the face of her fear.

“Sometimes I like it rough.”
He reached out to pinch her nipple. “And fast and hard.”

Her eyelids fell as she
arched into his touch.

“There will be times when I
want to bend you over the desk in the middle of my office, and I’ll expect you
to be wet and ready to take my cock.” He nibbled her lush, lower lip. “Think
you can handle that?”

She moaned and brushed her
nipples against his chest.

He skimmed his hands over her
ribs. “But you’ll have to be quiet ‘cause my guys will be right outside the
door. You’ll want to scream while I’m pounding you, but I’ll have to cover your
mouth to keep you quiet.”

“Yessss…”

“There will also be times
when I show up at your studio in the middle of the day, hard and ready, and I’ll
pull you into the back room, unzip my pants, and tell you to get down on your
knees and suck my cock.” He thrust his hands into her hair and tugged her head
back. “Then I’ll throw you up on the massage table and lick your pussy until
you come in my mouth. I won’t ask. I’ll just take what I want.” He grabbed her
ass, pressing her soft mound into his arousal.

“Oh God, Tucker…”

“Does that make you hot?”

“Yes.”

“Good, ‘cause I can promise
you that’s gonna happen, over and over and over again. I can’t imagine ever
being able to get enough of you.” He licked the shell of her ear before dipping
his tongue inside and making her squirm. “I get hard just thinking about you. I
can promise you I’m not gonna be using my hand to take the edge off, baby. I’m
going to expect you to do that for me, whenever, wherever I want you to. Got
it?”

She licked her lips. Her eyes
were drowsy and the scent of her arousal permeated the air between them. “Yes.”

He slipped two fingers inside
of her and found her dripping wet. She was obviously enjoying his heavy-handed
approach.
Thank God.
“You’re ready for me right now, aren’t you, baby?”

“God, yes.” She moved against
his hand, trying to create more friction.

He withdrew his hand. “Not
yet. I want you to get down on your knees. Suck my cock first.” She did as he
asked without question, and watching her assume the position made him harder
than he thought possible. He was afraid one swipe of her tongue would be enough
to set him off tonight. “Keep your hands behind your back. I only want you to
use your mouth this time.”

He felt her relax her throat
as she took more than half of his shaft in her mouth. He grabbed the banister
for support. He’d never passed out before, but he suspected tonight might be a
first. “Fuck, that feels amazing, baby.” He’d had lots of blowjobs in his life,
but never one like this.

Rachel was fierce, relentless
in her quest to give him pleasure. She licked up and down his shaft hungrily,
drawing him as far into her mouth as she could. She moaned low and deep in her
throat as she sucked him deep and fast. Her mouth was like a hot, wet vice
surrounding his cock as she drew him in and out, deep and shallow, licking,
sucking, devouring.

“Jesus…” he muttered, fisting
one hand at his side as he gripped the banister with his other hand. He
couldn’t risk touching her right now. If he did, he knew he’d blow in her
mouth, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to be firmly fixed inside of her
pussy, balls deep, when he finally exploded.

He fisted her hair in his
hand and tugged with enough force to draw her away. “That’s it. I can’t take
anymore. Stand up. Turn around. I need to fuck you, now!”

She looked up at him and licked
her lips.

He saw a wicked gleam in her eye
that hadn’t been there before. She was clearly enjoying this as much as he was.

“I love sucking your cock,”
she whispered. “Next time, I want you to come in my mouth.”

He growled, low and deep…
almost feral. This woman was going to be the death of him. “Turn around and
hold on tight, baby.” He grabbed the condom out of pocket and slipped it on as
she assumed the position. “Bend down lower… ass higher.” He spread her cheeks
wider and groaned. “This ass is gonna be mine… soon.”

She moaned and grinded her
hips as she arched her back, effectively wedging his cock between her cheeks.

Tucker grinned and slapped
her ass hard enough to sting his hand and leave an imprint on her creamy skin.
She groaned and thrust her ass higher. He had no doubt his little princess
could take all he had to give and she would love every second of it.

“I would have loved to blow
my wad inside you last night, baby.” No more holding back with her. He was
going to say whatever was on his mind from now on. “Will you go on the pill for
me, so I can come inside of you every night?” He slid his cock into her tight pussy
before reaching around to play with her clit.

“Yes… yes…”

He closed his eyes, trying to
rein in his reaction at the thought of being able to shoot his come inside of
her. “Yes? You’ll go on the pill for me?”

“Yes.”

He licked and kissed her
back, her shoulders, and the back of her neck as he continued to thrust in and
out in a relentless rhythm that was leaving him winded. “That’s my girl. Mine.
You’re all mine.”

She panted and cried out his
name as she gripped the spindles supporting the heavy wood banister. “Yes,
yours…”

“Say it,” he demanded as he
pounded her relentlessly. “Say it again.”

“I’m all yours, Tucker.”

He groaned as his fingers
started working furiously to bring her to completion. There was no way in hell
he was going down alone tonight. “Come for me, baby. Now!”

“Yes…” she cried. “Oh God…
yes… Tucker... I…”

He gripped her hips as soon
as he felt the first tremor move through her body. “Fuck, I love…” He wanted to
tell her he loved her. There was no doubt in his mind he did. He didn’t care
that it was too soon or there were a million wounds left to heal. He didn’t
care how many obstacles she threw in his path. He wasn’t going anywhere, and
neither was she. She was his. Forever.