To Be Your Wife

by Rae Kennedy

  “I’ll make sure the key is under the flowerpot. But I would like to take you out Saturday night—if that’s okay. I already made a reservation.”

  “Yeah, that’s okay.” It sounds nice, actually.

  “Good. But now I’m realizing I didn’t think this through.”

  “Underwear can still be optional, right?”

  “You are my dream girl.”

  “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “I’m counting down the minutes.”

  CHAPTER 18

  “You got this, girl.”

  “Thanks, Hale.”

  I end the call and set my phone down on the counter. Standing in Tuck’s kitchen, I read through the meatloaf recipe again. Basically, I just throw all the ingredients together, mix it up, and bake it in the oven. Should be no problem, right?

  Once I get it in the oven, all that’s left to do is anxiously wait for it to be ready and for Tuck to get home. Maybe I’ll have a glass—or bottle—of wine in the meantime.

  As soon as the front door handle jiggles, I sprint toward him. He has the biggest, best smile. He picks me up and I wrap myself around him, savoring his solid body against mine, the smell of his hair, the heat of his skin, the taste of his lips.

  When the timer goes off, I make him put me down.

  The onions in the meatloaf are still crunchy.

  Tuck shrugs it off. “Let’s just cook it a little longer.”

  So we do. And maybe, we get a little side-tracked kissing and rubbing hands under shirts and over jeans. Maybe we get a lot side-tracked.

  The meatloaf is now half black.

  We scrape off the black parts and it doesn’t look too bad underneath.

  Good news: the onions are no longer crunchy.

  Bad news: it’s bland and dry. So, so dry.

  “Chinese takeout?” Tuck offers.

  “Yes, please.

  * * *

  I finish the last of Tuck’s beef and broccoli as he cleans up.

  “That was so good, it was totally worth ruining dinner,” I say. “Sorry about that, by the way. I’m kind of a mess in the kitchen. My mom is such a wonderful cook, sometimes I wonder if I’ll suck at the whole wife and mother thing.”

  “First off, who says you have to do the cooking? Second, you have so many great qualities I know you’ll be a great mother and wife.”

  “You have to say that—you’re my boyfriend.” It’s still weird calling him my boyfriend, but it makes me smile every time.

  “It’s true, anyway. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be so crazy about you.”

  “And why are you so crazy about me?”

  He doesn’t even have to pause to think about it. “You’re kind. You’re smart. You’re dedicated. You’ve got an ass that won’t quit and you laugh at my jokes.”

  He walks over and bends down to kiss my cheek.

  “I’m crazy about you too, Tucker Lee Collison.”

  He grins, both dimples showing. “We’ve still got to read our fortunes.” He hands me a cookie and we unwrap them. “Remember, you have to add the words ‘in bed’ at the end.”

  I unfold my little piece of paper. “Something big awaits you...in bed.”

  “Well, that’s certainly true.” My eyes flicker to Tuck’s zipper. We laugh at how this otherwise generic and vague fortune is scarily accurate for us at this moment. My skin heats as I think about what is waiting for me behind that zipper. I bite my lip as Tuck reads his.

  “Soon, your patience will pay off with great satisfaction...in bed.” He looks at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. The room is hot and too small.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Take me to bed already.”

  * * *

  Tuck pulls his shirt over his head as soon as we’re in his room. I step to him, my heartbeat quickening as I run my fingertips over his pecs and down his obliques to where his jeans sit low on his hips. He watches with a heated stare as I undo his belt, pull the top button, and lower his zipper.

  I hook my thumbs in the waistband and pull his jeans down, my knees hitting the floor along with them. I smile up at him as he kicks them away. I’m eye level with the growing bulge in his boxers and he starts breathing faster. I lean forward and kiss him through the thin cotton of his shorts. He’s hard and hot under my lips.

  “Come here,” he says, his voice low and thick.

  I stand and he reaches for the bottom of my shirt, then lifts it up and removes it. His hands graze up my arms to my collarbone leaving goosebumps in their wake.

  He fingers the red straps of my bra. “Do you want me to leave this on?”

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “Okay.”

  He moves down to slide off my pants, kissing the outside of my thighs as he helps me out of them. I step backward toward the bed and he follows me. I lie down as he crawls over me. He holds my cheek and kisses me while his free hand explores my body. My skin is heated all over, every touch starting a fire.

  I drag my fingers down his back and over his firm ass, holding him to me as I start to rock against him. Desire pulses through me as his erection grinds into my panties and I wish there was nothing between us. I want nothing more than Tuck to slip inside and fill me up.

  “Do you have condoms close?” I ask between kisses.

  He nips at my lip and across my jaw.

  “Patience, remember? We’ve got all night and I plan on taking my time with you.”

  “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you now.”

  He looks at me, his green eyes holding mine.

  “I want you too. I won’t make you wait, but I’ve got to get you ready for me.”

  “Please. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for you for months.”

  His face darkens as he kisses down to my navel. He pulls my panties to the side as his lips reach the apex of my thighs.

  “You’ve been ready for me for months, huh?” His breath tickles against my wetness, his lips teasing, hovering just above where I am the most swollen and needy for him.

  “Yes.”

  I arch against the mattress as his hot mouth descends on my sex. He tastes me with long, slow licks, then builds my pleasure with quick flicks of his tongue before returning to sucking and licking as though I was the most delicious feast.

  I whimper under him as I twist my fingers in the sheets.

  He smiles at me from between my legs and starts kissing my hip, up the side of my ribs, and up to my neck.

  “When did you first want my cock?” he asks, his breath warm in my ear as he smiles against my cheek and cups my pussy. My hips jump as two of his thick fingers slip between my wetness and touch my clit, now pulsing with need.

  “Christmas,” is all I can whisper as he starts rubbing between my thighs faster. I dig my fingers into his smooth back and around to touch his flexed stomach.

  “When I first climbed in your window?”

  I yank his boxers down. “Yes.”

  “Did you touch yourself then?”

  I reach for him, finding his cock easily, fully erect in my hands. “Yes, I touched myself. Thinking of you while you slept next to me.”

  A low grunt comes from his throat as he thrusts his hips into my touch, mirroring the finger he has just thrust inside of me.

  “Do you know how much that turns me on?”

  I can guess by how hard he is and how fast he is finger-fucking me. I can only moan into his mouth as he kisses me.

  “Did you come?” he asks.

  I grip him tightly and slide my hands up and down his length as his fingers alternate between rubbing furious circles on my clit and plunging inside of my clenching wetness.

  “Yes. I came.” My pussy is now throbbing, the pressure becoming unbearable.

  “Will you come for me now?” He focuses all his attention on teasing my erect sex and kissing and sucking on my tingling lips.

  “Yes.” Pleasure ripples through me and as my thumb moves around his tip, a bead of pre-cum wets the head of his cock.
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br />   He kisses me slow and deeply through the last waves of my orgasm, his hand still massaging between my legs. My heart pounds so hard against my ribs it almost distracts me when Tuck slides two fingers in me to the hilt.

  “Spread your legs for me all the way.”

  I drop my knees to the mattress, spread as wide before him as I can get. He kneels in front of me, his dick long and straight against his stomach. The sight of him sends my pulse racing.

  Then he sinks a third finger inside. “How does that feel?”

  My breath catches. “Tight. Good.”

  He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he penetrates me with his fingers, nice and slow. Getting me ready. For him.

  He slips his fingers out of me and rolls on the condom. I am shaking.

  “I’ve got you,” he says, lowering himself over me.

  He reaches his hand between us to position himself. He kisses me deep as the blunt head of him nudges at my entrance. It’s a familiar feeling, but also so unfamiliar because it is Tuck. Oh god, Tuck. He is mine and I am his and I don’t know what that means. But I know it is right. He and I are right.

  He moves forward, inching inside me. Stretching me so good. The stretching is even more intense than I remember from my first time.

  His short hair is soft in my fingers as I hold him to me and kiss him. We kiss slow, savoring every touch and lick and nibble.

  He grips my hip, holding me steady as he pushes deeper. His three fingers should have had me plenty prepared, but I’m not sure if I can take all of him. He stills.

  “How are you doing?” He breathes between kisses.

  “I’m good,” I say as I suck his bottom lip, which is dark and swollen. He gives me a wicked smile and continues sinking into me.

  I moan from the fullness.

  “You okay?”

  I hook my ankles around his back and pull him toward me, driving him into me fully.

  “Fuck.” He buries his face in my neck, still holding my hips in place. “You feel so good.”

  He feels...big. I’m glad he lets me acclimate for a minute before he starts to move his hips.

  “How do you like it?” He says against my lips as he pulls out easy. “Do you like it slow? Or do you like it faster?” He plunges back into me, knocking the air out of my lungs.

  “I like it hard,” I tell him. Though I think I’ll like it anyway he gives it.

  He growls as he covers my mouth with his and starts giving it to me just how I like it. With every thrust, electric eruptions course through my body. Skin slaps against skin.

  “Oh god, Tuck.”

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes.”

  He takes my breath away again as he drives into me harder.

  “You like my fat cock pounding your sweet pussy?”

  Oh, I love his dirty talk. “Fuck...yes. You’re fucking me so good.”

  “I’m glad you like it because I’m going to be inside you all night.” He pulls out of me suddenly, moving off the bed to stand by the edge. “Come here.”

  I scoot my ass to the edge of the bed, legs spread for him. I look up his muscular thighs to where his cock stands. Even through the condom, the skin of his prick is red and tight. I lick my lips.

  He watches my hungry gaze. “You want to suck on it?”

  I nod.

  He steps closer. “I dream about your mouth. But I’m not done with your cunt yet.”

  My eyes snap back up to his face. “I had no idea how filthy you are, Tucker.”

  He leans over, hands on either side of my thighs. “And you like it so much you’re dripping.”

  Holy fuck.

  But he’s right.

  He grips the back of my knees, lifting them up so my heels are on the mattress. “Can you see yourself?”

  I look down—the pink of my pussy is open wide, glistening.

  “Mm hmm.”

  “Good. I want you to watch.”

  Gripping himself, he rubs his tip through my slipperiness and I watch his cock disappear inside of me, inch by inch as it fills me up.

  The noises coming from our mouths are guttural, primal. I’m incoherent. There is nothing but Tuck. Him and me. Us. Our bodies colliding, always connected. I watch as he fucks me, harder and harder and I contract around him as the pleasure of it spills over.

  “Oh god, Court that feels so good on my dick.” His voice is shaky as he continues to pump through my orgasm. He lasts long enough to hold me up as my body goes limp and then we hold each other as he shudders with his own overwhelming orgasm.

  After a few moments, our breathing returns to normal and he slips out of me. I can already tell I’m going to be deliciously sore tomorrow.

  While he’s disposing of the condom and cleaning up, I discard my bra and find one of his shirts to wear.

  * * *

  We had intended to take turns ravaging each other all night, but after collapsing on the bed, we promptly fell asleep.

  I’m not disappointed, though. Sunlight already fills the room as I am awoken by Tuck’s soft lips on my neck. He drags his fingertips up the side of my thigh and over my bare hip, pulling the shirt up along the way. He is naked behind me and his unmistakable hardness is pressed to my rear. I start to rut against him.

  “Careful,” he warns. “My cock likes your ass almost as much as I do.”

  “Mmm.” I hum happily as I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of him—warm and hard behind me. His hand is gentle on my skin, tracing light circles along my hip bone and over my stomach. His fingers travel under my shirt to my ribs, just under my breasts. My nipples tingle and my breasts feel tight.

  “Keep going,” I urge him.

  He kisses my shoulder, his hand dipping down below my belly button.

  “No, higher,” I say.

  His hand stills. “What do you want?”

  “Touch me.”

  “You’ll have to be more specific than that.” A wicked playfulness in his voice.

  Saying it aloud feels silly, but I push the words out. “I want you to touch me...everywhere.”

  He curls his body around mine, holding me tight to him. I am engulfed, safe. I close my eyes as he strokes up my stomach and under my shirt.

  I remember the first time Wes fumbled with my bra, the whole process taking much too long. Long enough for my teenage hormones to be overtaken by my teenage insecurities and embarrassment.

  Tuck’s hand moves up slowly, tentatively. His thumb grazes the underside of my breast, sending goosebumps down my left side.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  He presses his palm over my breast, my pebbled nipple almost painful when he brushes his thumb over it. I arch into his touch.

  “More,” I say.

  He massages one and then the other, firmly but carefully.

  “Does that feel nice?”

  “Yes.”

  When he takes my tip between two fingers, I gasp.

  “Too much?”

  “No, keep going.”

  He rolls my nipple, tugging at it as I start to moan. His other hand slips between my legs, finding me hot and wet there.

  His erection is still at my back. He’s been hard the whole time.

  “Do you like this?” I ask him.

  “I love it. I could pleasure you all day and be happy.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah. Whatever you want, I’m here for you.”

  I roll over to face him. “Whatever I want?”

  Excitement flashes in his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

  “Lay down on your back,” I order him.

  He smiles as he lays down, naked before me. I crawl over him, still wearing his T-shirt. I hike it up over my hips and sit on his chest, my knees at his ears.

  “I want you to eat me.”

  “Fuck yes.”

  I scoot forward so my pussy is right over his face and he greedily lifts his head to kiss it. He grips my thighs as I l
ower myself to his mouth. He licks me up and down, penetrating me with his tongue, sucking on my clit, and swallowing my juices hungrily.

  I hold onto the headboard as I hump his face, chasing the orgasm that’s starting to blossom. He removes a hand from my hip and I twist to look over my shoulder. He’s jerking off, too turned on by his tongue-fucking. I imagine him getting off while I sit on his face and my climax isn’t far off.

  I lift up to my knees and he gasps for air, shiny from his nose to chin.

  “How you doing down there?” I ask as I rub my clit, keeping my orgasm close.

  He watches me touch myself, his eyes hooded with lust, shaking as he strokes himself harder. “I’m so fucking good.”

  I grab the condom off the nightstand, ripping the little packet open before he takes it and puts it on behind me.

  He surprises me when he takes my waist and pulls me back to his face. “I still need to finish you, darlin.’”

  He doesn’t let up with his mouth, humming with pleasure, the vibrations against my clit push my orgasm to the surface.

  “Oh fuck...oh yes...Tuck...” I groan as I break over him.

  He pushes me down his body, impaling me in one fluid motion. It takes my breath away and I cry out.

  “Shit, sorry. I got carried away.”

  I look at him, still adjusting to his thickness inside me. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be careful with me.”

  He rubs his hands up my sides. “And I love that about you. But I don’t think you realize how careful I want to be with you.”

  I’m not sure what he means by that. So I roll my hips, savoring the feel of him inside. He closes his eyes and groans.

  “Does that feel good?” I ask.

  “Yeah.”

  I rock on him some more.

  “That’s it. Nice and slow,” he says, his voice deep. He watches me as I ride him. He thrusts up to meet my movements with the same rhythm. The pace is unhurried. He’s not chasing an orgasm or racing to the finish line.

  He touches me reverently. His hands slide up my legs until both thumbs meet at the apex of my thighs where they make slow circles around my clit. Pleasure undulates through my body as I rock my hips to his rhythm. His eyes are on my face, a faint smile on his lips, and I know he is simply enjoying me and this moment.