You Can Go Home Again

by You Can Go Home Again [DaD] (mobi)

  “No, of course not.” She nodded, tamping down her laughter. “Guess you better get your game on,” she suggested.

  He winked at her. “I’ve already got it on, sugar. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

  “Well, now, don’t you sound cocky?”

  “Confident, not cocky. There’s a difference, you know.”

  “Oh yeah? What would that be?”

  “Confidence is sexy. Cocky isn’t.”

  She considered this for a moment, and then nodded. “Okay, I buy that, I guess.” She glanced up at him, sitting back from the food and sipping her wine. “So, I’m stuffed. That was awesome. But what’s next, Romeo?”

  Tucker was already getting up from his seat and carrying their dishes out to the kitchen. “You sit right there, sugar. And in a few minutes, you’ll find out.”

  “Hmm… okay.” Becky watched him walk away, thinking to herself. Was she ready for this? There was only one direction the night was going, and she was sure to end the journey in Tucker’s bed, and this time she wouldn’t just be dreaming about making love with him – it would be the real thing. Was it really a wise decision? She knew she couldn’t give him what he wanted from her, to stay here instead of returning to New York. Not now, anyway. She wasn’t even sure, were he not part of the picture, that she wanted to come home for good. There were parts of New York, especially her job, that she loved and would miss if she left. Sleeping with Tucker now would only make his mind up all the more not to let her go without a fight.

  Of course, she was fairly certain that was going to be how he’d react anyway, when the time came for her to go.

  And besides, she didn’t really know if she had the strength to turn down his advances. She didn’t want to push him away, God help her.

  He was back a few moments later, and by then she’d made up her mind. She’d let the night run its course. She’d enjoy herself and Tucker, and she’d find a way to remember in the morning that it wasn’t going to last.

  “Did you happen to bring a bathing suit?” he asked her as he re-entered the room, two thick bath sheets folded over one arm.

  She eyed him curiously. “Um, no. It’s, like, thirty degrees outside, in case you haven’t noticed. I didn’t think we’d be taking a dip out at the pond.”

  He smirked at her sarcasm. “We’re not, smarty pants.” He tossed her a towel. “I bought a hot tub a few months ago. It’s on the back deck. I thought you might enjoy it.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “A hot tub? You? What, did you become a playboy while I’ve been away, entertaining your dates with an after-dinner dip?”

  Tucker rolled his eyes. “Very funny. No. I bought the damn thing because of my back. And just for the record, Red, I haven’t taken anyone out on a date since you left for New York.”

  She’d known that, of course; Amy had told her that he hadn’t been seeing anyone. It still felt good to hear it from his lips.

  “So what do you say? You game?” he asked, and there was a definite mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

  “I don’t know,” she teased. “What will I do for a bathing suit?”

  He grinned, his gaze traveling up and down her body in a slow sweep that left her feeling as if he’d caressed her. A shiver coursed through her. She waited, expecting him to suggest she skinny dip, and thinking she might just agree to the suggestion. “You still wearing panties and a bra these days, Red, or has New York liberated you of those old-fashioned conventions?”

  As if he didn’t already know the answer to that question, considering the ridiculous number of times he’d already pulled her panties down in preparation for a spanking over the past two days!

  “Yeah, cowboy, I’m still wearing them.”

  The way he looked at her made her realize just how surely his mind was made up that she wouldn’t be wearing them still by the end of the night.

  “Well, all right, then.” He clapped his hands. “They’ll do for a make-shift bathing suit, wouldn’t you say?”

  “O-kay,” she agreed slowly. She eyed him suspiciously. “Where’s your bathing suit?”

  “Under my jeans,” he said, looking affronted. “What did you think, I was going to skinny dip out there, Red?” He chuckled when she blushed, then reached out to skim one tan finger down the line of red on her cheek. “Damn, girl, I just love that blush on your skin.”

  Becky couldn’t speak and she certainly couldn’t look at him, because she knew only too well that he wasn’t just talking about the blush on her facial skin. She was only too grateful when he cleared his throat to break the moment.

  She allowed him to take her hand and followed him to the sliding glass door that led to the back deck. “It’ll be cold in the night air until you sink down into the tub,” he cautioned her as he unlocked the door and quickly shucked out of his jeans and flannel shirt. Becky allowed her eyes to flit briefly over his toned skin, trying not to be too obvious about her hungry appreciation, but also eager to look at him because it had been so long. Her hands itched to touch his warm, honey-brown skin, to run along the muscles of his bare belly, to graze his bulging forearms, and sneak a pinch of his taut backside. He gave her a small smile when she finally met his eyes again, and he squeezed her hand. She knew he’d seen her looking at him, but instead of teasing her about it, he just gave her a wink. “So just get yourself into the water as fast as you can. Once you’re in, you won’t even notice the cold air on your face.”

  “Okay,” she said, then realized he was standing there in his swim trunks because he was waiting for her to strip down to her skivvies. She blushed even more hotly at this realization and quickly began to fumble with her clothes. It took a few awkward moments, but eventually she stood trembling beside him in just her lacy white bra and tiny pink bikini briefs.

  She could tell that Tucker wanted to touch her. She saw him start to move towards her, even. But he seemed to think better of that and instead, he took her hand again and tugged her up to stand next to him in front of the door. “Take a deep breath, ‘cause the cold’s going to take your breath away when you feel it at first.”

  A second later, they were racing to the hot tub only a few steps outside the door, and Tucker was quickly lifting the lid and then helping Becky climb inside. The entire time he was laughing at her as she shrieked and hugged herself against the cold.

  “Oh, my God, this feels so much better,” she proclaimed when the hot water wrapped around her goose-bumped flesh. She closed her eyes and sank up to her nose in the water, feeling a shift in the level as Tucker slid into the tub near her. “This is heaven,” she told him.

  He chuckled. “I know. It’s nice, huh?”

  He found one of her feet then and tugged it up into his hands, sitting across from her so he could rub it. She allowed herself to recline in the contoured seat on the side of the tub. “Boy, you’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t you?”

  He grinned wickedly. “Yup.”

  “Not even ashamed of yourself, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  She grinned back. “Okay, then.”

  They lay in quiet for a while, enjoying the hot water, the jets on the lowest setting. Tucker rubbed both of Becky’s feet until they felt like jelly.

  “I missed that,” she told him when he had finished, and let them fall back to the floor of the tub.

  “I bet you did.”

  She watched him as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. She wanted more than anything to cross the tub and press her lips to the length of his neck.

  But she didn’t. She wasn’t ready to make the first move. Not physically, anyway.

  So she said instead, making little quote marks in the air, “Dare me to take off my ‘bathing suit?’”

  His eyes slid open halfway and he watched her now, searching her face. She knew he was trying to assess how serious she was, if she was ready and okay for what was surely about to happen between them, regardless really of whether he dared her or not.

  “
Sure. I dare you,” he said around a wolfish grin.

  She grinned back. But her fingers were shaky as she reached between her breasts to undo the front clasp of her bra. The soft cups of lace easily folded away to reveal her white breasts, peaked almost painfully with arousal. She rose up to her knees on the seat of the hot tub and turned away from him to tug down her panties, pushing her bottom out towards him in a little show. She thought she heard him gasp quietly when she did so, but when she turned back around to him, he was still just looking at her, though the level of heat in his gaze had intensified.

  She smiled like a church lady and settled back onto the seat, just as if she didn’t even notice the buoyancy of her breasts in the warm water or the smoothness of the seat beneath her bare bottom.

  Tucker chuckled at her. “You think you’re pretty hot stuff, don’tcha, Red?”

  She shrugged.

  He mimicked her nonchalant shrug. “Well, I guess I’d have to agree with you on that.” Beneath the water his broad hand found and captured her foot again, but this time instead of giving it a massage, he placed it right smack in his lap, with her toes spread out against his very hard, very erect penis. “See what you do to me?”

  Becky batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “What in God’s name is that?” she asked primly, her lips twitching.

  “You know very well what that is. Not to mention how it got that way. The question is, just what do you plan to do about it, missy?” he wanted to know.

  In answer to this, she wiggled her toes, teasing his long member through the silky, wet fabric of his swim trunks.

  He sighed, feigning deep disappointment via a heavy frown. “Is that all?”

  She batted her lashes at him again. “What more do you want?” she asked with a pout.

  “I think you know the answer to that, you little tease. I would have thought that by now you would have had your fill of being over my knee, but if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to end up right back there.”

  “Don’t be silly. Isn’t there anything else you think of besides that?” she accused.

  “You know, sometimes it does seem like that’s all there is to think about. But then again, if you’d learn to behave yourself, it might be different.” His eyes danced with laughter despite the scolding tone that was in his voice. “Nah, I don’t think I’m being silly, or very single-minded, for that matter. But you, my girl, are being a tease. And I promise you, if you keep it up, I will pull your little naked body up out of this tub, bend you over the side and spank your wet behind ‘till you beg me for mercy. What do you think of that?”

  Becky appeared to consider all of this for a moment. Her toes played with him gently, but persistently, beneath the water. Then her face split into a wide grin and she proclaimed, “I think you’re going to have to catch me first!”

  And faster than he would have thought possible, she was up and running, her naked body a flash of pink in the darkening night.

  With a loud splash, Tucker rose out of the water, cursed the cold, and started after her, his heart lifting at the sound of her giggles as she disappeared into the house. Even though he slipped and almost fell on the wet flagstone, he was grinning from ear to ear as he followed behind her in hot pursuit.

  Chapter Seven

  It didn’t take long for Tucker to catch up to Becky. He caught her about the waist in the hallway leading from the kitchen, and despite the two of them being wet, he managed not only to hold onto her, but also to hoist her up over one shoulder. She kicked and wiggled and complained fit to make his ears bleed, but he knew that was just her way of making things more fun.

  He carted her off in just that fashion back to the living room, where the fire was still going, though it had banked somewhat since they’d left it. Plopping her down on the soft blankets that he’d set out earlier for them, he shook a finger at her in warning. “Don’t you dare move, you naughty girl.”

  She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and pouted.

  Because he was dripping water which was mostly coming from his wet trunks, Tucker took a second to skim them off and toss them out into the kitchen, where they would make less of a mess on the tile floor than on the good hardwood in the living room. He watched Becky’s face, as he did this and bit back a grin when her eyes widened at the sight of his erection.

  He sat down on the floor, facing the fire, with his back propped up on some pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him. Then he beckoned for her.

  She went to him when he took her hand and tugged her over his lap, but she also put up a little fight, just for show. He noticed how she arched her back when he caught her inner thigh in one hand to position her just as he wanted. When he was finished adjusting her, her womanhood was nearly resting sideways on top of his penis.

  He stroked her bare bottom, still damp and warm from the hot tub. Then he raised his arm up and back and brought his open palm down on her bottom, four times in rapid succession, to punctuate his words. “Naughty, naughty, naughty girl!”

  Becky gasped with the spanks, but he noticed after the fourth one that she ground herself against his body. “Teasing me is not a wise thing, little girl,” he scolded, spanking her again and grinning, as she reached her bottom up to meet his swats. “Now just look at what I have to do to teach you a lesson!”

  He paused and circled each of her bottom cheeks with his hand. “Open your legs, naughty girl,” he ordered, and when she hesitated, he delivered a very hard smack to the center of her bottom. Slowly, she opened her legs, and Tucker reached between them to stroke the damp curls at the center of her thighs. “You’re very wet, naughty girl. Aren’t you?”

  A whimper was her reply. Tucker eased one finger inside of her, then two, and very gently began to circle them with gentle pressure against her love button. “You enjoy this, don’t you, Red? Being naughty and having me spank your bare bottom for you? You like this.”

  She ducked her head against his lap, but he noticed the way she jerked her head first in a quick nod. With his free hand, he began to spank her again with slow, steady slaps while he continued to manipulate her clitoris with the hand that was burrowed inside her.

  “You know, only an especially naughty girl would enjoy this, don’t you? A very, very bad girl. Only bad girls enjoy having their bottoms spanked. I never would have thought that of you, Becky. I never would have pegged you for a bad girl.”

  Her face heated at his words, just as his attentions both inside her body, and the smacks on her bottom wrought a throaty moan from her lips.

  “Ahh, I see I was very wrong.” He upped the ante on her bottom then, raining down the smacks and watching how her skin turned quickly from pink to red. Her breathing was fast, and she was bucking now, not trying to escape the spanking but instead rubbing against the fingers he was moving inside her. “What a very naughty girl you are. I just might have to spank you like this every day, just to try to salvage some of the goodness still left in you.”

  He centered his swats on the lower part of her bottom now, aiming right for the middle of both cheeks and grinned at the tiny sounds of frustrated, fevered excitement that fell from Becky’s mouth. “Now, darlin, be patient. You’re almost there.”

  And sure enough, a moment later, she was on the other side of the orgasm, the muscles inside her spasming around Tucker’s fingers, her body limp and slick with sweat, her breathing labored. She lay draped across his naked body, sated and exhausted, panting.

  He patted her bottom gently, as he slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs. “Some things never change,” he murmured, a smile in his voice.

  She tried to elbow him, but in her present condition, it was a little difficult, and she only succeeded in grazing him and getting a laugh for her trouble. “Don’t be so cocky,” she scolded half-heartedly, though she had to know it wouldn’t do any good. And besides, he was right. He did know exactly what tripped her wires.

  He let her lay there, getting her wits back and regaining
a bit of strength, while he caressed her legs, her bottom, and her back. He pressed soft kisses in a line along her neck and down the length of her spine.

  Finally, she sat up, wincing just a little, as her tender seat made contact with the soft floor. She reached for him then and sighed, as he pulled her onto his lap, their lips meeting feverishly. When he lifted her up, then settled her upon his staff, she shuddered with the pleasure of having him inside of her again after so long. Tucker swallowed a fierce groan of pleasure, and with arms that shook with the effort he took to go slowly, he guided her up and down his length.

  It was an overload of sensation; from the way her long hair tickled his chest to the fluttery weight of her mouth on his neck, to the tickling skim of her fingertips on his buttocks. Tucker rolled them from their seated position to recline on the floor, laying her out beneath him in one motion and rolling atop her in the next, never once breaking their union. Her legs ringed his waist, as their bodies pulsed together in perfectly timed union, breathing heavily, touching and kissing as if it was the last time they’d see each other.

  And soon Tucker was flying, and a moment later, Becky was following him, their voices calling out hoarsely with their joy. When he collapsed limply on top of her afterward, Becky welcomed his weight and cradled his head on her breast, wrapping both legs and arms around him as if he might jump up and run from her.

  “I love you, Beck,” Tucker whispered fiercely, looking up at her, his hands framing her face.

  Becky took a deep breath and smiled, eyes burning with tears. She couldn’t lie to him in a moment like this. She couldn’t ignore her own feelings either, though they might make things more complicated in the long run. “I love you too, Tuck.”

  He kissed her again; sweet, short sips of her lips. Moments later, he stood up and offered her his hand. The fire had almost died out, and it was getting cold in the living room. He led her upstairs by the hand and pulled her into bed beside him. They fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, nestled there together, exhausted and sated.