by Gorman, A.
Handing Chet his keys, Tuck smoothed over his shirt, his jeans, then checked his boots for shine. He bent down to look in the side-view mirror of his truck, then took a deep breath and headed to the party. Tuck could already hear the sounds of a country music band playing, but as he approached the area, he noticed it wasn’t a disc jockey but a live band playing. Shaking his head in amazement, he saw Bubba Franklin and headed over his way. Bubba was standing next to Amber Davis. He and Amber had a part-time relationship that no one could ever quite figure out. Tuck thought as long as they were happy, then no one should be concerned, but this was small town Manchester, where everyone was in everyone’s business, so the question was asked quite often.
As Tuck approached, Bubba yelled for a waiter to bring over a beer and met Tuck with it in hand. “This is for you, tight ass. Relax and enjoy this. It may be your last beer for a while,” Bubba teased.
“And why would this be my last beer?” Tuck questioned.
“Well, cuz when that bull gives you the beat down, you gonna be drinkin’ from a straw for a few months and peein’ in a bag.” Amber slapped Bubba and then quickly rubbed his shoulder. “That hurt, baby!” Bubba said as he continued to rub his shoulder. “Why’d you hit me with the horseshoe?”
“Because you’re being ugly and God don’t like ugly. It’s your toss!” Amber said, handing him the horseshoe.
“Well, ya don’t gotta get violent,” Bubba remarked to Amber as he turned his attention to the game, then quickly back to Tuck.
“Now apologize,” Amber ordered.
“I do love it when you take charge and get bossy.”
“Do it!” Amber ordered. Bubba shifted and kicked his boot in the ground like a three year old.
“I’m sorry, Tuck. I was only kiddin’ around,” Bubba replied.
“Oh I know, I just wanted to watch as Amber gave you the what for. For a big guy, you sure do shudder in fear when Amber gets on your ass,” Tuck said as he waited for Bubba’s comeback, but instead, Amber stepped in. “You wanna get your ass kicked too, don’t ya?” Amber said as she swung the horseshoe toward Tuck, but Bubba caught it mid-swing.
“Now don’t go hurting the man of the hour. He’s gonna need that arm to hold on while the bull kicks his ass,” Bubba said, grinning, then quickly shifting to a loud belly laugh.
The trio watched as the band continued to play, and a few times Amber got Bubba out onto the dance floor. Tuck stood alone, exchanging greetings from some of the townsfolk who had come out not only for the free food, but to give Tuck a proper send off. Tuck soon was cornered by Mrs. Chatterton, an elderly woman who had lived a house over from where he had grown up. Tuck had often gone to her home to help her in the yard and on her ranch as a young man in high school. Tuck, like most men around town, knew ranching, hunting, fishing, football, racing, and women, and he was your typical cowboy in Manchester, Oklahoma.
One thing Tuck disliked was being in front of people. He loathed public speaking. So when Liam Flanagan called him up on stage to talk to everyone, Tuck wanted to turn tail and run, but he didn’t. He passed through the crowd and up onto the small makeshift stage the ranch hands had made several months ago for Jessie’s college graduation party.
“I wanna thank everyone for coming on such short notice. Coming out here to support me…it means an awful lot to me, although I know most of you came for the free food and booze. It’s special just the same. I will do my very best to bring home that gold buckle and make y’all proud of me. Thanks for coming out, and let’s drink some beer!”
The crowd clapped and laughed, and as he stepped off stage and walked through the crowd, he got his back patted, congratulations, and handshakes. As he approached the back of the crowd, Jessie Flanagan stepped in front of him from just inside the house. She was three sheets to the wind, wobbling and spilling beer all over herself.
“Tuck McGraw, have I ever told you how sexy you are?” Jessie mumbled, slurring her words as she lifted the beer, pouring it down her chest and completely missing her mouth. Tuck was stunned and tried not to laugh. Instead, he grabbed Jessie by the arm.
“Your daddy hasn’t seen you like this yet, has he?” Tuck asked as he tried to steady her and get her back inside the main house. “Why don’t I just take you inside and get you cleaned up?” Tuck guided her into the house. Jessie held on, stumbling and hanging on for dear life.
“Why don’t we instead go upstairs and fuck?” Jessie said as she began slipping her hands into Tuck’s wranglers.
“No. No, now let’s not go there, Jess. Let’s get you upstairs to bed.”
“That’s what I’m saying, Tuck. Let’s go fuck.” Then Jessie began to laugh hysterically, and she slipped down to the floor. “Hey, I made a rhyme. Tuck, let’s go fuck! Tuck, let’s go fuck! Tuck, let’s go fuck! It sounds like a cheer.” Jessie then sprang from the floor and began to dance around, flinging her arms like a cheerleader. When Tuck attempted to catch her as she tried to do a cartwheel, her feet flew through the air. They struck Tuck in his face, blackening his eye instantly. Jessie tumbled into her mother’s china hutch, breaking the glass and cutting her foot open. Tuck sprang into action and picked her up and took her into the den. He sat her down on the leather sofa, and pulling his favorite shirt off, he wrapped it around her foot.
Jessie began to cry, and Tuck tried to console her as he tried to get a good view of how severely she was cut. “Not as bad as it looks, Jessie. I can make a butterfly stitch, and no one will ever know. I’ll tell your momma that I broke the glass and will pay for the repairs.”
“No, I can’t let you do that. I will tell my momma I broke it. She’ll understand,” Jessie said, her words slurred as her tears flowed. “You’re a good guy, aren’t you, Tuck McGraw?” Jessie leaned over and kissed him then, and without skipping a beat, she looked at him and said, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Did you know that?”
Surprised, Tuck said, “Jess, I think this is the beer talkin’. I think we need to get this cleaned up and get you into bed. Okay?”
“No, no, it's not the beer—it’s my true feelings. I act like a brat because I don’t want you to hurt me.”
Stunned, Tuck listened as Jessie continued to pour her heart out to him. She told him about her ex and how he had used her and about the night her father ran him out of town. She told him how he had convinced her that he was the only one that would or could ever want her. Her heart still hurt, and she didn’t want anyone else to hurt her the way he had.
“Let’s get you upstairs, Jess, and get you cleaned up. We can talk upstairs. Deal?”
“Deal,” she agreed.
Tuck scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. She tucked her head into his neck and nuzzled him.
Chapter Four
“Which one is your room, Jess?” Tuck asked as he searched the darkened hallway for a light switch.
“Down the hall to your right, the last door,” she replied.
“Easy enough. Let’s get you down there.”
Jessie was still crying as he got closer to her room. The door was open, so he walked in and set her down on her bed. Tuck walked back to the door and searched for the light switch but wasn’t able to locate it until Jess had crawled up her bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Better?” she said.
“Much.” He sat down next to her and began to pull his shirt off of her foot. “Now let’s see if that bleeding stopped.”
It was that moment when Jess realized that Tuck was sitting next to her without a shirt on, and she saw the evidence of his combat injury. Three semi-circular scars dotted his chest and ribs just below his right pectoral muscle. She then began to run her fingers along the scars as Tuck tried to ignore the feelings he had for her that came flooding to the surface.
Tuck grabbed her hand and then moved it around his waist. Leaning in to her, he then kissed her. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he kissed her deeper as she let out a small moan. Her moans shot right to his core
and straight to his now-thickening cock. His mind kept telling him he didn’t want his first time with her to be like this. He didn’t want to take advantage of her in her weakened state. He didn’t want her to think that was all he wanted, so he pulled away, and Jess squealed as he moved away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“God, no, not at all. I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman. I just don’t want to take advantage of the situation and have you think that that’s what I did. I would rather make love to you when you’re sober and with a clear head. Is that okay?” Tuck explained.
“I’m not mad. Most guys wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about my feelings,” she said as she laid down on her bed. “Will you stay here with me?”
“Of course. I’m not gonna leave you like this,” he said.
“Will you lay next to me?”
“Sure, but first let’s get you some water. If you drink a bunch of water before you go to sleep, the hangover won’t be as terrible. I promise.” Tuck stood up, adjusted his cock to a more comfortable angle, and retrieved a cup from the bathroom, filling it before bringing it back to Jess.
“Here, drink this. I promise when the morning comes, all will be well with the world.” Tuck waited for Jess to drink the contents then helped her under the covers.
“Lay down next to me, Tuck,” Jess begged.
Tuck covered Jess and then crawled under the covers with her.
“Hold me, Tuck, please,” Jess asked as she turned her back to him.
Tuck wrapped his arm around her waist and shifted closer. The feel of her body next to his was almost unbearable. His cock strained against his jeans as if it was begging to get loose, but he thought ugly thoughts, and he soon drifted off to sleep.
It was four o’clock in the morning when Tuck stirred, the sound of the shower resonating throughout the room. He could see the outline of Jess in the shower. She was one hell of a beautiful woman. Maybe I shoulda taken her up last night on her offer. Naw, it was better this way. She probably wouldn’t remember any of it anyway. She probably was wondering how the hell I got in her bed in the first place.
Tuck pulled the covers off and sat up on the side of the bed. When he heard the water switch off, he tried to get up slowly and sneak out of the room, but just as he was getting to the door, Jess stood in the bathroom entrance, the dripping water the only thing that covered her body. She smiled and said, “If you think you’re getting off that easy, you are sadly mistaken. I let you off last night, but now I’m sober, and I still wanna fuck you, Tuck.” She grinned and walked toward him. His cock twitched inside his jeans as she moved in closer.
“I have waited a long time to tell you how I really felt about you,” she said as she stood before him, naked and dripping wet.
“And how is that?” Tuck asked, trying with every cell in his body to stay composed.
“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in Daddy’s office the day you arrived. Do you believe in love at first sight?” she asked as she wrapped one arm around his neck and took her other hand and slowly unzipped his jeans, revealing that he was bare under his jeans.
“Yeah, I believe it. I felt it the day I met you. Then ya got all ugly,” he said with a grin.
“Ugly, huh?” she said, laughing. “Well, I had to test ya to see if you would still want me when I got ugly.”
“Oh, I wanted you, and I wanted to murder you at times too. I prefer this side of you,” he said.
“The naked and wet side?” She grinned.
“Well, yeah, and the sweet, sexy, sensual side of you. I prefer it.”
“Well, how about it, cowboy? Wanna ride?” she teased.
Tuck grinned and scooped Jess up into his arms, kissing her as he gently laid her on her bed. He kissed her entire length and then back up. His hands played her body as if they had been meant to. As he stood in front of her naked and wanton, his eyes sparkled with lust and a love for her he had never experienced in his life. Standing over her, he watched her squirm, begging him to take her, her skin so soft, begging for his touch.
Kneeling down in front of her, he slid his hands up her thighs then slowly pushed them open as he took in her scent, overwhelming his already raging hormones and a hard-on that he could use to break concrete. He dove into her folds and encircled her hard nub, slowly sucking as his tongue danced inside her. She begged and screamed his name as his tongue moved faster, her moans became louder, and her body started to tense as she felt the orgasm build inside her. Reaching up for her breasts, he kneaded them as his tongue swirled inside her.
Rolling her nipples in his fingers, he pinched as his tongue darted in and out of her swollen pussy. Her orgasm building, her moans became louder as she now screamed his name. As her words reached his ears, he could no longer control his passion and began to suck her nub harder as he rubbed his tongue against it, finally sending her over the edge. Tasting her, he wanted more. Without skipping a beat, he continued lapping up her juices as he continued to attack her folds, begging to taste her again.
It was almost too much for Jess to handle. She wanted—no, she needed to taste Tuck. She pulled at his hair until he raised up and looked at her with his haunting light brown eyes. He still kept his hair quite short, but she got enough to get his attention.
“Come here, darlin’,” she whispered, curving her finger back and forth. Tuck did as he was told and moved up her long, slim body until he met her lips with his. Taking in each other’s kisses, Jess motioned for Tuck to take her place, and she covered him with her body. She moved closer to his manhood, licking and teasing. He could feel the heat of her breath, and it made him twitch with excitement.
“Down, boy. We got plenty of time. I ain’t going nowhere,” she teased as she covered his cock with her mouth. The warmth and the wetness felt like heaven on earth to him. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and as far as he was concerned, she would be the last. As Jess continued her movements up and down his shaft, she could feel Tuck’s cock enlarge and twitch as he moaned for more; that’s when she knew not only was she doing it right, but she could feel against her tongue how much he loved it. But now she wanted him inside her. She needed to feel him inside her.
She wanted to look into his eyes as he filled her and she could feel every inch of him inside her. When she pulled away, Tuck moaned, and Jess smiled as she said, “My turn. Just stay there. I wanna ride my eight seconds first.” She smiled and hovered over his cock, slowly inching closer. The heat that rose off her body was so intoxicating to him that he almost came. As she slid onto him, her hips bucked, and he pushed up against her. They were in perfect union, with perfect rhythmic movements as she slid back and forth on his cock.
Jess moaned as she got closer to climax. The harder she bucked, the harder he bucked. The feeling was almost too much, but she wanted to climax with him. As his moans became louder and more intense, she leaned back just a bit, placing her hand on his knee while she used the other to steady herself.
They continued to come together, riding each other as if the world would end tomorrow, and as their breathing quickened and their moans became louder, Jess called out, “I’m so close, baby. I wanna come with you, baby, please.” Those words shot right to Tuck’s balls, and they tightened, and with a grunting moan, he filled her. Finally, they collapsed into each other’s arms.
As they stared into each other’s eyes, it seemed the air between them was almost nonexistent, like everything was right in the world. Kissing and holding each other was almost like breathing already.
“What are you thinking about, Jess?”
“I’m thinking we wasted a lot of time giving each other a hard time every day when you should’ve been given me a hard time in bed.”
Tuck began to laugh as he thought about the past twenty-four hours. “When’s my turn to ride?”
“Anytime you want, baby. I’m ready for another,” Jess replied. “But don’t you gotta pack for Vegas?”
“Not
really, and besides, you can’t go without me,” Tuck replied.
“That’s true. I’m ready whenever you are,” Jess said as she lightly kissed Tuck’s cheek.
“How about we save the repeat for Vegas, and we can get really crazy? Deal?” Tuck asked.
“Deal. I’m ready for breakfast. What about you?” Jess asked as she got up and grabbed her robe.
“Oh yeah, I’m starving. I didn’t get anything last night. Someone decided to profess her love for me,” Tuck teased.
“That’s true, I did. And I will say it again. Tuck McGraw, I love you. Let’s get married in Vegas,” Jess blurted.
“All right. I do,” Tuck responded.
“You do?” Jess said.
“Yes, I do forever and always. I do,” he said as he stood up, grabbed Jess, and tossed her on the bed. “I do, do you?”
Jess smiled and said, “Yes, I do too.”
The End
About the Author
Shannon started her writing career while still serving in the US Army. As an NCO in the Army, she led and trained soldiers.
Shannon grew up in Macomb, IL, where she graduated from high school in 1987 and soon after joined the US Army. Shannon served from 1987 to 2015 during Operation Desert Storm and during Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan.
In April 2015, Shannon retired from the US Army with 23 years of service as a Unit Supply Sergeant in several Army units overseas and in the United States. She served as a US Army Recruiter for four years, and she holds a degree in clinical psychology. She has been awarded multiple awards during her Army service. She is a mother of four children and a grandma to two beautiful granddaughters. She has been married 24 years to her husband, Ken. They reside in Staunton, IL, a small town along Old Route 66.