Everything I Never Wanted

by K. Street

  “There isn’t much to say.” She stared down the beach and then at her feet. “He’s an asshole. End of story.”

  “Tell me what happened between you two. Is there a chance you will work it out?”

  Granted, that last question might make me sound like a pussy, but I needed to know. Shayne was growing more attached to her as time went on. Truth be told, I was too.

  “Work it out?” She nearly choked on the words. “Oh, I assure you, Tucker, there is no way that will happen.”

  “Tell me.”

  She let out an exasperated huff. “Jared and I met when he came into the urgent care center where I used to work. We dated for about a year, and then he proposed. We were engaged for about two months when my dad died.” Her voice cracked at the mention of her father. “Losing him was a shock. He was the picture of health, and then one day, he had a massive heart attack. I was such a mess. Instead of Jared being there for me, he was there for his administrative assistant. One day, I walked into the apartment Jared and I shared to find them fucking on my couch.”

  Both fists clenched at my sides. Fucker had better not even think about showing his face here. “Is that piece of shit the reason you moved?”

  “Partly. I had no desire to keep my dad’s house. It wasn’t home, and I didn’t have any ties to Booker Ridge other than my job. My dad had moved there for work when I left for college, and I’d wanted to be close to him when I graduated. With him gone, there was no reason to stay.”

  Waves rolled onto the shore, and an easy silence fell between us. We had wandered a distance from the restaurant, so I lightly gripped Camryn’s arm to turn us around. Her orange blossom and honey scent wafted on the breeze and made a beeline straight to my dick. I couldn’t wait another second to claim her lips. I draped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. My hands moved to Camryn’s face, cupping her cheeks in my palms.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered against her mouth.

  Gently, my lips brushed hers. Then, I trailed my tongue across her bottom lip, urging her to part for me. When she did, I slipped inside. She tasted so fucking good. Sweet with just a hint of lime that lingered from our dessert.

  Her hands held on to my waist as I took the kiss deeper. She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed her sound. I wanted more. Needed more. One of my hands shifted to the back of her head, lost in the silky black strands of her hair. I kissed her long and deep until she pressed lightly against me, desperate to drag air into her lungs.

  Camryn’s head rested in the middle of my chest as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy shit.” Her words were muffled into my skin.

  I chuckled softly. “You know, that’s what you said the last time I kissed you.”

  “That was … I mean … wow.”

  Thankful for the darkness that hid my stiff cock, I took her by the hand, and we continued walking back to the truck. When we got home, I parked in my driveway and walked Camryn to her door.

  “Do you want to come inside for a drink?”

  “All right.” I took the keys from her.

  We went inside, and I followed her into the kitchen. Camryn took two bottles of beer from the fridge and passed me one. We both twisted off our caps and took a drink at the same time. She propped herself against the island while I leaned on the opposite counter, facing her. It had been years since I wanted a woman like I wanted her. She was a magnet, and the closer I got, the harder I tried to resist the attraction, the greater the pull. From the way she’d kissed me back on the beach, I knew she felt it, too.

  She lifted the bottle back to her mouth. My dick had been semi-hard since we left the beach, and it grew harder as I watched those sexy, sinful lips part over the glass rim. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip.

  Camryn’s eyes never left mine as I closed the distance between us. I set my bottle on the counter, took hers out of her grasp, and placed it alongside mine. My hands found her waist. I lifted her onto the island and stood between her open legs. My thumb brushed the shell of her ear as I tucked her hair behind it. I kissed the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe.

  “Oh God, Tucker.”

  Fuck … I loved the way she purred my name.

  Moving lower, I nipped lightly at her neck. “What are you doing to me, woman?” I whispered against her skin.

  “Tucker, please.”

  “Please what, darlin’?”

  “Kiss me.”

  My lips trailed upward, over her neck and across her jawbone, before I finally settled on her mouth. Her lips parted, and I slipped my tongue between them. Our movements became frenzied. Insane with need and desperate for more, I carried her to the couch, never breaking the seal of our kiss.

  She straddled my lap. “Tucker,” she moaned my name.

  My hands went to her ass as she rocked against me. I wanted to be inside her so fucking bad. It wouldn’t be a one-time thing. With Camryn, it wouldn’t be just sex, and I knew that. It would mean something. Two seconds away from stripping her bare, I knew I had to slow down, no matter how much my dick protested.

  I pulled away. Camryn’s chest heaved while she tried to catch her breath. Her perfect tits were right there in my face. I fought the urge to slide my hand beneath her shirt, cup her breast, and tease her nipple. I summoned every ounce of willpower I had as I placed my hands on her hips to still her movements and forced my eyes to her face.

  “Camryn, look at me.”

  When she met my gaze, the same desire and longing I felt was reflected back at me.

  “I should probably go.”

  She meant something to me, and I was determined not to fuck it up.

  Rejection filled her blue eyes. Resolve washed over her features as she got off my lap and stood. “You’re right. It’s late,” she said, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes looking anywhere but at me.

  I rose from the couch and reached for her, but she took a step back.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” she asked defiantly. Her refusal to look at me told me everything I needed to know. “It’s fine. I get it.”

  “No, you don’t.” Gently, I gripped her chin between my thumb and index finger and forced her to meet my eyes. “Don’t pull away from me.” I snaked an arm around her waist and moved my hand from her chin to the back of her head. Splaying my fingers, I skated my thumb across her cheek. “Camryn, as much as I want you …” I leaned my forehead to hers. “And I do fucking want you,” I confessed and then drew back, so I could look at her. “Whatever is happening between us, I don’t want to screw it up. Walking out that door is the last thing I want to do. If I stay, I won’t be able to be here and not touch you.”

  She placed her hands on my chest. “What if I want you to touch me?”

  “What if I want more?” I grazed my lips softly against hers one more time. “Good night, Camryn.”

  I released her and headed for the door but then turned back. I kissed her one more time, unhurried, and this time, she was the one to pull away.

  “Night, Tucker.”

  “Lock up behind me.”

  “I will.”

  I twisted the knob, stepped onto the porch, and shut the door behind me. Once the lock clicked into place, I started for home, and it was the last fucking thing I wanted to do.

  18

  Camryn

  I stood in my living room for several long minutes. Finger to my swollen lips. I’d never been kissed the way Tucker had kissed me tonight. Desire radiated in my core with a need so strong, it tempted me to open the door and go after him. Without warning, I heard the sky burst into a downpour, effectively detouring the notion.

  Resigned, I forced my feet to move across the hardwood floor into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet for a wineglass and then reached for the uncorked bottle of green apple Riesling in the fridge. Just as I filled the tumbler, a knock came from the front door.

  The sound tugged me from my lust-induced haze. Wine abandoned on the counter, I made my
way through the living room. There was only one person it could be. Still, I looked through the peephole anyway. Tucker was standing on the front porch, shirt untucked, hair mussed, soaked to the bone.

  I opened the door. “Tucker?”

  Moonlight spilled behind him, acting as a backlight to his well-built frame. “Ask me to stay.”

  My brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

  He ran a hand through his hair, sloughing off some of the water. “Ask me to stay,” he repeated.

  “I never wanted you to go.” My fingers fisted his drenched shirt, pulling him through the entryway.

  He kicked the door shut, rotated our bodies, clasped my wrists, and pinned my arms against the door. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth.

  “Ah,” I moaned.

  That one little sound had him swirling his tongue against mine. I felt the wetness between my legs. Every pass of his lips made me wetter. When he broke the kiss, I whimpered at the loss.

  Hard, panted breaths coasted across my skin. “I need to be inside you, baby. If you aren’t ready, you need to tell me now.”

  “Tucker, I want you. Please.”

  “You have on too many fucking clothes,” he growled.

  The grip on my wrists fell away. Layer by layer, he peeled me out of my clothes until I stood before him in nothing but a white lace bra and matching thong. His eyes raked over my body.

  “Fucking stunning. Are you wet for me?” His gravelly voice scraped my flesh while one hand began a slow descent down my body.

  Holy shit.

  If it were possible to come from words alone, I’d have splintered apart.

  I pressed my body into him, and my fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. Unfastening them one by one.

  Lust-drunk and brave, I lifted my eyes to his. “Maybe.”

  He shifted the sheer material out of the way, dipped his finger inside me, and circled my clit with his thumb. “You’re drenched.” Tucker slowly kissed me, the glide of his tongue matching the slide of his finger. “Do you like that, baby?”

  Answering the question with my body, I bucked into his palm, frantic for more. He added another finger and pumped faster, fucking my pussy the same way he was fucking my mouth.

  “Tucker—ah.” I was close.

  When he withdrew his fingers, I let out a frustrated groan.

  “We have all night, baby. The first time you come will be on my tongue.” He sucked his thumb clean.

  Never in my life had I’d been so turned on.

  He picked me up, and my legs curled around his waist. “Bedroom. Now.”

  “Down the hall. Second door on the left.”

  19

  Tucker

  My fingers dug into Camryn’s ass as I carried her down the hall. I wanted to bury myself between her legs for days. Knowing how sweet she tasted, I needed more than the little sample I’d had. With the door already open, I walked toward the bed and gently deposited her onto the mattress. Finishing the job she’d started, I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor.

  “Do you know how much I want you?” I asked, pulling her to her feet.

  Then, I captured her mouth in a soft kiss while I unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms to join the pile. My cock twitched against her belly.

  “Tucker, please. Hurry.”

  I loved the sound of my name on her lips, and I intended to make her scream it. She leaned against my shoulder, neck exposed, begging to be kissed. I bit into the sensitive flesh, cupped her tits, and rolled her pebbled nipples between my fingers.

  “Tucker, oh God.” Her nails dug into my wrists.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  I stepped back and slipped the last barrier between us to the floor. A hunger like I’d never known rumbled through me. The light from the moon shone through the blinds, allowing me to see her gorgeous body. Perfect tits, toned arms, soft curves, lean legs. She was better than any image I’d created in my head.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking stunning you are?”

  She grazed her nails over my chest and down my stomach. “Show me.”

  Her hands moved lower, but I caught them.

  “Come sit.” I led her over to the edge of the bed, and when she sat, I dropped to my knees. “I’ve thought about this for days … how you would taste. What it would feel like when I buried myself inside you.”

  I gripped Camryn’s ankles and spread her wide. Lowering my head between her legs, I licked up her wet center, gently sucking her clit between my lips. Working her over with my tongue. Sliding it back all the way down before I dipped inside her and then repeating it. As I tightened my grip on her legs, the tip of my tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Her hands fisted my hair. “Tucker—ahhh.” Her hips bucked against my mouth. “I’m close. So fucking close. Please don’t stop.” Her legs quaked as the tremor started to roll through her. “Ahhh.” She came hard, her taste coating my tongue. As she came down from her orgasm, a smile spread over her face. “Th-that. Was fuck-ing. A-mazing,” she panted.

  I claimed her mouth in a kiss. Knowing she tasted herself was erotic.

  “We’re just getting started, baby.” Reaching for my jeans, I grabbed the condoms from the back pocket and tossed them onto the mattress.

  Camryn moved to the head of the bed and lay back on the pillows. I’d seen some beautiful things in my life, but everything paled in comparison to her. Her long black hair was fanned out around her, a stark contrast against the white pillows. Her lips, I never wanted to stop kissing them, and pebbled dusty-pink nipples were begging for my mouth. I loved the curve of her hips and how there was a softness about her. I wanted to worship every inch of her.

  Starting at her ankles, I worked my way up her body, planting kisses along the way. “Your body was made for me,” I said when I made it to her lips.

  Her tongue swirled with mine, and she lifted her hips, grinding her wetness on my cock.

  “So eager.” I chuckled against her mouth. I dipped my head to her tits and sucked a hard nipple between my teeth.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  My hand glided down her body to her clit. I rubbed slow circles on her bundle of nerves.

  “Oh God.” She bucked against my hand.

  “I need to be inside you, baby.”

  “Hurry.”

  I located the condom, sheathed my cock, and gradually slid inside her. Stretching her walls around me, I pushed in until I was fully seated. I started to move, slowly dragging my shaft in and out, desperate to make it last as long as possible. Picking up the pace, I thrust deeper.

  Camryn dug her nails into my back.

  Stinging pain and pleasure mixed together, driving me to the edge. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

  “Tucker. More. Please,” she begged.

  Need surged through me. Unable to hold back, I pounded into her. Faster, harder.

  “Oh Gooood, Tucker.”

  She screamed my name as she tipped over the edge, and I followed right behind her, our sounds joining forces. As we both cried out our release, I held on to her and then continued long after because I didn’t want to let her go.

  20

  Camryn

  Curled into Tucker’s arms and sated from the best sex I’d ever had in my life, I was ready to sleep, but my bladder had other ideas. “I’ll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom.”

  Tucker stretched his arms above his head. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water. Do you want one?”

  “Sure.”

  Inside the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Messy hair, raccoon eyes, and a ridiculous smile I felt all the way to my toes. After I took care of business, I washed my face and ran a brush through my hair. There was no hope for that stupid smile though.

  Tucker still wasn’t in bed when I got back. His discarded clothes lay strewed on the floor, so I picked them up. I folded his jeans and placed t
hem on the dresser. My hands lingered on his shirt, and I brought it up to my nose. Soft, slightly damp, his scent interwoven into the fabric.

  “Mmm.”

  “That good, huh?”

  I jumped, dropping the shirt to the floor. “You scared me to death.”

  He laughed hard. Really hard. “I’m sorry,” he finally got out. “Why are you sniffing my shirt?”

  “If you must know, I like the way you smell.” I bent to pick it up and placed it on top of his jeans. “Also, what is it with you and scaring the shit outta me?” Hands on my hips, I attempted a glare. Since I was naked and still smiling, it wasn’t very unconvincing.

  “I’m sorry.” He opened the other bottle of water in his hand and gave it to me.

  “Sure you are.” I poked him in the chest as I walked by and lifted the water to my lips, taking a drink before placing it on the nightstand.

  Tucker pulled the bedding back, and we climbed in and rolled to our sides, facing each other. He pushed the hair off my forehead and stared at me. Hazel eyes fixed on my blue ones.

  “You scare the shit out of me, too.”

  “You have nothing to worry about. I’m harmless, and in all fairness, sniffing your clothing doesn’t make me a stage-five clinger,” I joked.

  Only Tucker didn’t smile, and I knew we weren’t talking about the shirt anymore.

  He reached for my hand and laced our fingers together. “At the risk of sounding like a pussy”—he kissed the back of my hand—“baby, you fucking terrify me.”

  That was the last thing I’d expected him to say. The confession dug into my flesh and marred my heart. “Why?”

  “Because you make me want things that I don’t know how to have. Sex is one thing; a relationship is another.”

  He’d been a widower for over four years.

  “You haven’t had a relationship since … how is that even possible?” I raised a brow at him.

  The strangest look passed over his face. “It’s not what you think. Sex is a lot less complicated, and I come with a lot of baggage.”