Mama Didn't Raise No Fool (I Ain't Your Mama Collaboration)

by Winter Travers

  After a good five minute pep talk with my hand on the door knob I finally opened the door to Tucker.

  He did not disappoint.

  He wore black slacks that hugged his thighs ever so slightly, a crisp button down white shirt, and black blazer over top. He looked like he had stepped off the cover of a magazine and I looked like a stuffed sausage.

  The last time I had actually dressed up was a good five years ago. A good five years ago when I was two sizes smaller. I didn’t take that into account when I figured I would be able to get dressed up without having to go shopping.

  I was so wrong.

  The limits of this dress were at the max and if I ate one morsel of food I was going to bust right out of my dress.

  “Nova.”

  I looked up from the tablecloth. “Uh, yeah?”

  “Babe, you’re turning red. Are you okay?”

  How did you tell the most handsome man in the world, who had taken me to the nicest restaurant in town, I was about to explode out of my dress? “Uh, well.” I fidgeted in my seat hoping I could adjust a bit and get a deep breath in. I tried to lift my left leg.

  Big mistake.

  Huge.

  A loud rip sounded and I could finally suck in enough air to fill my lungs. I just had to sacrifice the back seam of my dress for that air. “Oh shit,” I gasped. The cool air of the restaurant hit the bare skin of my back and I squeezed my eyes shut hoping I would just disappear.

  I felt the table move beneath me, the clatter of silverware, and then the cool air was replaced with something warm being draped over me. “You’re okay, babe,” Tucker whispered in my ear.

  I opened my eyes and craned my head to look at Tucker. He was bent over, his face in front of mine, and he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. I was. “I am far from okay,” I whined. “I’m not a size eight anymore, Tucker. I am very much a size ten.”

  “Whatever size you are is just right for me.”

  I closed my eyes and tried not to burst into tears. I was a tough chick who could handle most anything, but I had never sat in an expensive restaurant and have my dress rip open for everyone to see. “Well, I hope you’re more stretchy than this dress was.”

  He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You looked amazing in the dress, but I’m glad you can at least breath now.” He sat back down and grabbed a roll from the bread basket.

  “You knew I couldn’t breathe?”

  He offered me a bun and I realized I could eat now without worry about breathing. I snatched it out of his hand and ripped it open.

  “Babe, that dress looked like it was painted on you. It looked fucking amazing, but I had to wonder if you were getting air to your brain the past half an hour.”

  “It was touch and go for a bit.” I slathered the roll with butter and moaned when I took a bite. “Silver Lining to ripping my dress.” I waved the bun in the air. “I get to eat.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re crazy, babe.”

  I shrugged and finished my bun. “Slightly.”

  “You looked amazing, by the way.”

  “I think that is the fourth time you’ve told me that. But the illusion is over since my dress is trash now.” I sat back in my chair and threaded my arms through the jacket. I didn’t want to risk it falling off.

  “Well, you looked amazing then and you’re still looking amazing.”

  “An oversized sports jacket was exactly what this dress needed,” I laughed.

  We chatted all through dinner and sighed when dessert was set in front of me. “As full as I am, I can’t pass up creme brulee.” I cracked my spoon through the melted sugar and moaned when the sweet custard touched my tongue. “Oh my god, that is amazing.”

  Tucker reached across the table and swiped his spoon into the dish. “Yup,” he agreed. “That is pretty good.”

  I sat back in my chair when I put the last spoonful into my mouth. “I have to say it was an act of god to have my dress rip, otherwise I wouldn’t have eaten a single bite of this amazing food.”

  Tucker slid his credit card into the folder with the check. “It was either going to rip itself, or I was going to cut you out of it later.”

  The two glasses of wine had went to my head and I giggled. “Oh, the mental picture I have right now.”

  The waiter came to grab the check and Tucker sat back looking at me.

  I fidgeted under his gaze. I didn’t know what he saw when he looked at me. I had after all just busted out of my dress an hour ago.

  The waiter returned quickly with Tucker’s card and before I knew it Tucker was ushering me out of the restaurant and toward his truck.

  His hand was splayed across my lower back and when I reached to open the passenger door, he spun me around and pressed me against the door of the truck.

  “Tucker,” I gasped.

  His hand slid under the coat and snaked around my waist. His fingers brushed against the bare skin of my back, and he pressed his body against me. “I’m been dying to touch you since you opened the door. When I gave you my coat, my fingers itched to touch you right there in the restaurant for everyone to see.”

  I trembled at his words and my lips opened slightly.

  “I’m gonna take a page from your book and tell you exactly what I’m thinking.”

  “I think you just did,” I whispered.

  “Oh, there is a whole lot more I’m thinking right now.”

  “Then tell me.”

  A smirk spread across Tucker’s lips. “I think I’ll just show you instead.”

  He closed the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine before I could even open my mouth to ask him what he meant.

  He was showing me what he meant.

  His lips moved against mine, his hand slid further into my dress, and I draped my arms over his shoulders. “Sweeter than I ever could have imagined,” he whispered against my lips.

  I moaned and pressed my lips back against his. I wasn’t wanting to talk just yet.

  His other hand snaked around my waist and grabbed my ass. He pulled me close as he pressed against me till his body was flush against mine.

  “My place or yours?” I asked.

  He pulled back and looked down at me. “Wherever you want to go, babe.”

  “Get in the truck and we’ll decide when we get there.”

  “In a hurry?”

  I smiled and ran my fingers over his neck and down his beard. “Slightly.”

  “Slightly my ass,” he mumbled. He pulled me from the truck and yanked open the door. He lifted me into the truck and slammed the door just as my feet cleared the door.

  Tucker rounded the truck and hopped into the driver’s seat. “We’re going to my place.” He started the truck and pulled out onto the main road.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me across the seat to sit right next to him. “One of the perks of a truck, babe. You can sit right next to me.”

  He put his arm around my shoulders and I rested my hand on his thigh. “A definite perk.”

  Thankfully the restaurant was only ten minutes away and we were back home in no time. Tucker pulled me from the truck through his side and lead me up the sidewalk to his house. “Did I tell you Brad came over before?”

  “Grace’s husband?”

  He nodded his head and unlocked the front door. “Seems Grace is pregnant and Brad was freaking out about it.”

  “She told me at the party.”

  He opened the door and motioned for me to go in. “You knew my best friend was going to have a baby even before I did?”

  I shrugged and walked through the front door. “Grace and I are friends,” I said simply.

  “Since when?” he laughed.

  “Since she helped me find you at the party. We connected when we were searching for you.”

  He shut the door and hooked his keys on a hook next to the front door. “Just imagine if that party wouldn’t have happened. You and I wouldn’t be here right now.”

  �
�Maybe not, or maybe it would have happened another way for me to be here right now.”

  He grabbed my hand and lead me into the kitchen. “Sit,” he mumbled. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and moved to the large fridge. He grabbed a bottle of wine and reached into the cabinet for two glasses.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

  He filled the two glasses and offered me one. “I think you’re already a little tipsy, babe. I don’t think one more glass is going to matter.”

  I took the glass and sipped. “You might be right.”

  He moved behind me and slowly pulled his jacket down and off my arms. The cool air of the kitchen kissed my skin and I sighed when his fingers brushed against my back. He dropped the jacket on the floor and leaned down till his lips were next to my ear. “Just tell me when you want me to stop,” he whispered.

  Right now I had no intention of telling Tucker to stop.

  I set my glass down on the counter and gasped when I felt his fingers brush against my neck. His fingers unhooked the back of my dress and peeled it off of my shoulders. It pooled in my lap and he pressed kisses against my neck.

  His hands glided over my bare back and around to my front. “If I had known you weren’t wearing a bra this whole time we never would have made it out of your house.”

  “The, uh,” I gasped as his fingertips brushed against my nipple. “I had to get rid of everything to make the dress fit.”

  His fingers still and his warm breath breezed over my ear. “You mean to tell me you don’t have underwear on either?”

  I nodded my head slightly. “There really wasn’t room in this dress for anything but me.”

  His lips brushed against neck and I gasped at the touch. “I was gonna take this a hell of a lot slower but fuck it.” Tucker spun me around, lifted me into his arms, and stalked out of the kitchen.

  “Tucker,” I gasped. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grunted. “Where are we going?”

  “I need you in my bed.” He marched up the stairs and I was in awe by the fact he wasn’t even slightly out of breath by the time he made it to the top. “You good with that?” He hadn’t stopped walking, but I knew if I even hinted to the fact I wasn’t okay with this he would have stopped.

  “Seems like a good place to be.”

  He stalked to the open door of his room and tossed me on the bed. I bounced twice and landed on my back with dress around my waist and his eyes on me.

  His eyes were heated with desire and he clutched his hands at his side.

  Tucker Hays was about to make me his and I couldn’t have been more ready for it.

  *

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tucker

  This hadn’t been how I planned the night to go.

  My priority had been to find out how soft and kissable Nova’s lips were.

  Checked that off my list in the parking lot of the restaurant, and now I was going to find out if she was soft and plush all over.

  Her chest heaved up and down as she watched me. I didn’t want to scare her, but I had never needed someone like I did right now. “Warning, babe. Once I touch you, I’m not going to be able to stop. You either need to tell me no right now or it’s about to be on like Donkey Kong.”

  She moved slowly, her hands balling the fabric of the dress in her hands and she pulled it over her ass and off her legs. She dropped it on the floor next to the bed then laid back with her arms over her head. Her blond hair was fanned out on the pillow beneath her and she smiled at me coyly. “I’m waiting for you, Tucker.”

  My name falling from her lips while she was laying there naked ignited a fire deep inside me. My fingers nimbly unbuttoned my shirt till it was open enough for me to pull it over my head and toss it on the floor. I unbuttoned my pants and let them pool at my feet. I stepped out of them and planted my knee on the bed.

  Nova parted her legs and raised up on her elbows to watch me. She licked her lips and her eyes dropped to my dick. “Well hello, Tucker Hays,” she whispered.

  I settled between her legs and ran my hands over her body. “How in the hell are you so soft?”

  She shivered under my touch and she closed her eyes when my fingers swirled over the sensitive skin of her thighs. “Please don’t ask me questions. I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

  I chuckled and hooked my thumbs in the crook of her knee and raised her legs till they were cocked open and her heels dug into the bed. “Then I’ll stop talking and use my mouth for something else.”

  I ducked my head and pressed kisses up her thigh till I found her sweet pussy. She buried her fingers in my hair and bucked her hips up. “So eager,” I mumbled. I parted the wet lips of her pussy and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

  “Tucker,” she moaned.

  My tongue lapped at her sweet taste and I couldn’t get enough of her. She squirmed under my touch and gasped my name. Her fingers tugged at my hair and I glanced up to see her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  I doubled my efforts and took her to the brink till she was squirming uncontrollably. I flicked her clit one last time then lifted my head.

  “No, please.” Her eyes snapped open and she bucked her hips. “I was going to come.”

  I moved up her body and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I know, babe.”

  “Then why in the hell did you stop?” she demanded.

  “Because the first time you come I want to be inside of you.”

  She gasped and wrapped her legs around me. “I guess I can be okay with that.”

  “You’ll be more than okay with it, babe.”

  Her hand glided down my chest and between our bodies. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me up and down. “You’re quite the handful, Tucker.”

  “Your hand isn’t what I want right now though.” I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I ripped it open with my teeth and handed it to Nova. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

  Her fingers deftly rolled the condom over my cock. “I’m ready for you,” she whispered.

  She guided my cock into her sweet pussy and my breath caught at the tightness as I slowly entered her. “Fucking shit,” I grunted.

  Her arms circled around my neck and she pulled herself up to press a kiss to my lips.

  I slowly pushed in till I was planted inside her from root to tip and took a deep breath.

  “Oh wow,” she whispered.

  Wow was fucking right. Nova’s pussy was like a fucking vise around me and I wondered just how long I was going to be able to last.

  Her nails bit into my skin and she buried her face in my neck. I laid her down on the bed and she held me close. I pounded into her as she pressed greedy, hot kisses against my neck. My name fell from her lips and I chanted hers in return.

  With each thrust I buried myself to the hilt and knew it was only a matter of time before her sweet pussy milked every drop of come from me.

  “Hard, Tucker,” she moaned.

  I doubled my efforts, pulled back from her, grabbed her behind the knees and pressed her knees to her chest. Her hands raised over her head and her eyes drifted shut.

  “Come for me, babe. Come for me,” I ordered. Her pussy clamped down around me and I knew she was seconds from exploding around me.

  She shouted my name as her orgasm crashed over her and I planted deep inside her. Her pussy milked my cock and grunted as my load emptied inside her.

  I rolled to the side and gently pulled out of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and draped herself over my body. I tugged the blanket over her and slipped from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” she asked sleepily.

  “Bathroom, babe. I’ll be right back.” I rolled the condom off my dick as I walked to bathroom and dropped it into the toilet. I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water.

  “That was quick,” she whispered. Her eyes were half closed and she had a smile on her
lips.

  I tugged back the blanket and quickly washed her up. “Be right back.” I tossed the washcloth in the dirty laundry and flipped off the bedroom light. As soon as I slipped back into bed she wrapped her body around me and sighed.

  “You didn’t need to do that,” she whispered.

  “Do what?” I asked. If she meant I didn’t mean to have sex with her she was dead wrong.

  “Clean me up,” she whispered. “I could have gone to the bathroom.”

  I pulled the blanket over us and sighed. “No point in both of us getting up.”

  She hummed and relaxed into me. “I really thought you were an asshole.”

  I looked down at her. “Told you, babe. You caught me at a bad time.”

  She opened her eyes and looked up at me. She reached up and ran her fingers through my beard. “I’m glad I did because if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be here right now.”

  She laid her head back down on my chest and her breathing evened out.

  I brushed her hair back from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  Thank god for my jackass friends for throwing that damn housewarming party. Otherwise it might have taken me months to get here with Nova.

  Now that I had her here I wasn’t going to let her go.

  *

  Chapter Fourteen

  Nova

  “We’re running late.”

  “What do you mean you’re running late?” I pulled the pan of macaroni and cheese from the oven and set it on the stove.

  “I thought we had a bottle of wine to bring over but we didn’t. Brent drank it,” mom insisted.

  “I did not drink it,” Brent yelled in the background. “You drank it the other night when you were watching Law & Order.”

  I shook my head and turned off the oven. “Well, I’m about to walk over to Tucker’s with the mac and cheese. You’re going to have to meet me there.”

  “That’s fine. I’m dying to see his house anyway. I’m glad you decided to have the party over there.”

  “It’s not a party, mother. It’s just Tucker and his friends,” I insisted.

  “Well, whatever. I got three bottles of wine. I hope it’s enough.”