Page 22 of Broken

“You did us dirty that night, Pierce! Showing up like that! Both of you know it!”

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Annie looked back at him like he was crazy, but I was too focused on the fury I felt pulsing through Tucker.

He threw open the front door, and the hot, late August air hurled against our faces as we stepped outside. “Are you okay?” I reached for Tucker’s arm, but he shook his head.

“Not yet. I need to cool down first.”

I swallowed, letting him pull me along to his truck.

“She’ll see you at home,” he barked at Annie, opening my door.

Annie and I shared a look, reassuring each other that I was okay, and she’d be home later with Jet. Tucker needed out of there, he neededusout of there, and honestly, I wasn’t against it either.

He tore away from the curb as soon as we were buckled, speeding down the back streets of Breaker Ridge until he found the county road that led out of town. I just pulled up my feet and waited, knowing that when he was ready, he’d talk.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked. “Shit.” He ran a hand over the back of his neck, gripping. “That should’ve been the first thing I said when I pulled us out of there. I’m sorry.”

I sighed, relieved that some of the tension had finally broken. “It’s okay. I’m fine. He didn’t really do anything.”

“He had you practically pinned against that fucking wall. Seriously, Izzy, are you okay?” Tucker reached for my hand, bringing my knuckles to his lips, and my heart swelled.

“I’m fine. It justlookedthat bad. It was just more of his crap about wanting me back. But you know I’m withyou. I loveyou.”I brought his knuckles to my own lips this time before clasping his hand between both of mine in my lap.

Tucker surprised me then by pulling off to the side of the road, and as soon as I looked at him to ask, I gasped, his fingers slipping under the edge of my shorts.

“Unzip these,” he demanded.

Yes, sir.I barely kept myself from saying it out loud, scrambling to comply. The second my zipper was down, Tucker’s long fingers plunged beneath my panties, two of them sliding through my folds to enter me while the heel of his palm found my clit. Like I was in heat, my legs instantly spread, and I moaned. Panting the faster his fingers went, it wasn’t long before my legs began to shake, something about the way he played my clit like a freaking symphony. I fell apart in the seat of his truck, clasping a hand over my mouth to cover the sounds.

Tucker pulled my hand back. “Don’t you ever cover up those pretty sounds you make when we’re alone.” His eyes darkened, and my core clenched at the desire in his gaze.

I got up on my knees, crawling across the seat until my lips were just a breath from his. I stared into the heated whiskey of his eyes.

“Make me.”

Tucker growled, and before I knew it, my shorts were ripped from my legs, and I was frantically rolling the condom on. Tucker straddled me over his lap, lining himself up to my core, and I cried out as I slid down, loving the contact. Loving this man and all the wicked things he was teaching me to do. All the wicked things I only wanted to do withhim.

Tilting my head back, his lips brushed along my neck, and I moaned wantonly when he found a spot beside my ear that I swear made my belly melt. I gripped his hair, tugging, but not enough to pull him away, lost in the sensation of his tongue against my skin. The sound of our skin slapping between usfilled the truck, and I let go of his hair to grab his shoulders, using them as an anchor as I quickened my pace, thrusting down as hard as I could. He met me with each stroke, and I began to mewl the closer I got.

“Touch me,” I begged, desperate for the release that was just out of reach, and with two quick flicks of his thumb, I was coming apart in his arms. Tucker kept going, his stamina something I would never come to regret, and before I knew it, I’d shattered three more times before he was finally begging me to finish, asking to come together.

His thumb lowered between my thighs once again, and when his cock hit that perfect place inside, I literally screamed, my voice echoing out into the night around us.

We pulled up to Tucker’s house less than half an hour later, his next comment jolting me from my reverie. “Have you told your mom about us yet?”

I followed his gaze to where her car was parked across the street. It was one of her few nights off from work, and I shook my head, my guilt on full display as I pressed my lips together. “No. She’s been working nights, so I’ve barely seen her. I’m still nervous to tell her if I’m honest,” I admitted.

Slowly, Tucker nodded, like he was taking that in. “I get it. But I think it will be worse the longer we hide it. She’s not so fragile that she can’t take hearing that you’re happy.”

“Isn’t she?”

“She thought you were happy with Zane, and she was okay then.”

“Except what if she wasn’t? What if it was eating her up inside that Annie and I both had someone while she’s still so messed up over Daddy? Do I just pile that on her again?”

Tucker sighed, running a hand back through his hair.

“I don’t want to have to hide that we’re together here at home. Yeah, my parents know, but they don’t want to hide it forever. Stef and Helen know, too. It’sjusther that doesn’t know.”

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