“I can take care of one your problems.”
“Oh, you’re such a sweet boyfriend to do my homework.” I lightly tap his nose.
“I’m not talking homework, Blue.”
He pulls my shorts down in one quick motion and hikes my shirt up above my breasts, and I just watch him while eating my pizza and smirking down at him. Then my underwear are off, and he’s dangerously close to a certain area where I love his mouth to be.
“Tuck, my homework,” I whine.
Then his tongue flicks against my sensitive flesh, and I buck up into his mouth, wanting more. The pizza flies and any stress of homework vanishes. He nips at me, and I scream.
“Oh god, Tuck.”
I feel a smile spread across his face, and he knows he has my undivided attention. When his fingers sink deep in me, his tongue goes into overdrive, and my hips work harder against him. It only takes seconds before I feel the lingering threats of an orgasm, and he pulls up and sits back on his heels.
“What the hell?” I pop up on my elbows.
He pushes down his pants, freeing himself, and slams into me without warning, and I cry out loud in pleasure and dig into his back. He grunts with each thrust into me. Tuck leans down and attacks my lips while keeping the same pace with his hips. I bite down on his bottom lip, letting him know my displeasure at his not finishing me off.
Pushing back up, Tuck brings my legs up in front of him, digging into the back of my thighs, and I finally give in, screaming as I hit the spot I’ve wanted. Every part of my body trembles in aftershock, and it doesn’t help that Tuck still pounds away, searching for his release. When I look up into his face I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s pushing me to go again so he can go with me.
There’s something I’ll never be able to resist about this man, and I’m pretty sure it’s the magnetic pull in those dark eyes of his. I don’t break eye contact as I squeeze the flesh of his forearms and concentrate on the feel of him growing inside me as he fucks me. Before long I’m right there with him again.
“Tuck,” I say breathlessly.
He grits his teeth and moans. With his second moan, I let go and feel him fall with me. The slick sensation between our connected bodies threatens to cause me to orgasm again. Tuck finally collapses on me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His tongue darts out, lapping up and down my flesh, and then he nips at it every once in a while.
“Stop, that tickles.”
He pins me down and does it even more, and I have no chance against the big brute. He knows it’s my weak spot, and he loves teasing it.
“Tuck.”
His phone goes off, saving me from any more torture. I watch his broad shoulders as he reaches over to the glass table and looks at it.
“It’s Noah. Just checking to see if we are dressed.”
It only took him one time walking in on us to learn to always check before coming home. Thank the good lord above, I didn’t see his actual face since I was riding Tuck, but still embarrassing enough.
“Homework.” I stick out my bottom lip.
He pulls me from the couch and slaps my ass. “Go clean up and get dressed.”
“Homework.” I point to the textbook on the floor.
“Get your ass dressed.”
He slaps me harder and sends me squealing down the hall. I know what this always leads to. The man loves wrestling around, and then it turns into fooling around, and then we are fucking like animals. It’s the one thing that’s been constant since returning to campus.
I cringe when my gaze lands on the full body mirror in the bathroom. I’ve lost so much definition in my arms and legs it makes me sick. Tuck refuses to let me work out any more than one of my typical cheer practices. And I know he’s right because my body has barely been able to function. I really should win an Academy Award for acting the part and playing off my injuries, even at the last home game. Sometimes I even impress myself.
Noah’s already perched on the overstuffed chair, and both men are intently watching the television. I’m shocked to see it’s the nightly news and not ESPN.
“What are you two watching?”
“They found him, Blue.” Tuck grabs me by the waist and pulls me down into him.
“Found who?” I ask while still staring at the screen.
“The asshole who’s been attacking girls all over town.” Noah sits forward as he continues to explain. “He’s the guy.”
My attention slowly drifts back to the screen, and when I see him I feel nothing. No sheer terror like I experience every single night in my dreams. Not the spine-tingling chill when I feel like eyes are watching me, or an ounce of pain. There’s nothing. When I gaze closer at his eyes, I know it’s not my attacker.
“Fuck,” Tuck growls. “I wish I could meet up with the asshole for a few minutes.”
That’s not my attacker. The words catch in my throat. I try again, but the same thing. Tuck and Noah go back and forth about the attacker and how their research and leads didn’t point to this guy. I had no clue they were even looking into it. Again, how in the hell would they have time with practice, games, and, well…me?
“You were looking into my attack?” I look up to Tuck.
“Yeah.”
“When and how?”
“We put some people on it, and obviously some pretty shitty ones, because this guy wasn’t even on our radar.”
Again the words lodge in my throat, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting them escape. I swallow them back down and feel each one of them cut like glass, but the pain is worth knowing Tuck won’t be distracted with it anymore.
Me, I’ll get through it and keep faking it until the pain dissipates. I’ve managed to keep most of the fear tucked away so far.
“Well, let’s celebrate.” I curl my toes in the shag carpet below my feet. “Let’s call over Sophie and Lane.”
“Fuck that,” Tuck growls, and then pins me to the couch in a very familiar position. “Your parents are coming this weekend, which means I have to be on my best behavior.”
Noah cuts in, “Yeah, back to porn and whacking it for a few days.”
I giggle underneath Tuck.
“I forgot to tell you, my parents are coming the next weekend. Dad has some partner surgeon coming in for the weekend.” I place my hands on his rock hard chest. “So, we have several days to fuck like bunnies.”
“So romantic, little Blue.”
“Wait,” I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck. “You owe me homework. Homework first, then lots and lots of fucking like bunnies.”
Chapter 26
Cheer practice sucked donkey balls. Every landing I could miss, I did, and every cheer I could fuck, I did. Coach didn’t take it easy on me either, but I can’t blame her since there’s a home game Thursday night, and it will be broadcast on national television. The cameras always love zooming in on the student section and the cheerleaders, and that’s me, the fuck-up.
I know exactly what this distraction is from, and it’s not Tuck. He has been nothing but a gentle lover and his same beastly assholish self. The man has made love to me and fucked me thoroughly every single night, made me breakfast every morning, and then picked my ass up every day after practice. He’s been spot on perfect, and quite honestly, I’m ready to marry the man after three amazing weeks of dating.
No, it’s not him or the workload from school, or even practice. Hell, I’ve been able to hit the gym every night with him, so I’m working off all the extra stress and more. It’s the letter. Yes, the letter that was slid so graciously underneath my dorm room door. I found it two nights ago when I ran up to my room to snag more clothes for Tuck’s place.
The piece of paper only contained five dumb words, but they were strong enough to have me on edge. “I will finish the job.” I’ve tried convincing myself it was delivered to the wrong room, and it was probably just a love letter to a girl from a guy who finished too early. But none of that has helped.