Page 71 of Embers in the Dark

“So you love me, huh?” She giggles.

“Yes, more than anything,” I tell her, kissing her shoulder.

She drops little nibbles on my neck and slowly makes her way up to my face until she locks onto my lips. “I love you so much it hurts,” she confesses.

Once she pulls away, I look into her eyes, pushing the wet strands of hair off her face and admiring this beauty in front of me—wondering what I did in my lifetime to deserve her as mine.

The way the energy shifts in the shower again, I can’t help but tell her, “Baylee, we don’t have time for another round.”

“But you just told me you love me. That warrants at least two rounds.” She waggles her brows.

“Well, we’ll have to postpone round two for after dinner.” I grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger and give her a chaste kiss.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll just have to take care of you real quick, because your monster cock can’t go around like that all throughout dinner. I mean, he needs some attention.” She looks down and moves her small hand up and down my shaft, causing me to involuntarily shift my hips. Apparently, my dick is already half hard again.

“Baylee...”

But she’s already getting on her knees. “I love you, Tucker. Now it’s my turn to show you just how much.” She opens for me and pulls me all the way down her throat. I’ve forgotten what my point was as she cups my balls and I’m lost in this woman I love.

CHAPTER 22

Baylee

Lookingout the window of the plane, I’m lost in the bliss of sitting next to Tucker as we fly home. The wedding was beautiful. His brother and Brittany looked breathtaking as they exchanged vows and their reception was a blast.

We danced the night away and Tucker has some moves I didn’t expect. I felt like I was on cloud nine with him. It felt like my heart was being carried away by the only man that has ever known me. I’m fortunate to be able to show him all the pieces of me now that we’re together.

“I love you. Have I told you that today?” Tucker kisses my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

I smile, still looking out the oval window of the plane. “Only ten times since we left the hotel room,” I tell him as I pull my gaze toward him.

“Oh, well then count that as number eleven.” He nuzzles his face into my neck where he proceeds to bite me, eliciting a laugh from me.

“Who knew you were such a sap?” I tease him.

“I know, right? I thought Clay would take the cake on that one. We’ll keep this between us, because I have to keep my street cred.” He straightens.

“Right. You’re really intimidating,” I mock.

“Agreed.” He pulls his headphones out from his pocket.

“I mean, every strong, powerful man reads smutty books.” I jut my chin at the audiobook cued up on his phone.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when we tried that thing I read about last night, where I asked you to sit on my face,” he whispers in my ear.

My cheeks flame at the thought of last night after we ran back to our room from the reception.

I bite my lip and smile, and he smirks in my direction, then puts his earbuds in his ears, satisfied he made his point.

About ten minutes pass before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over to find Tucker pulling an earbud out.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, but the craziness of the wedding distracted me. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing my mom all these months? She told me about your visits.”

“Oh, I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean, I like hanging out with your mom.” I shrug.

“Yeah, but why not tell me?” he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

“When I first heard about her diagnosis, I was devastated. I started stopping by right around that time. But you and I weren’t speaking and then we reconnected, and I didn’t think anything of telling you. I never stopped.” I shrug.

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