Page 62 of A Rancher's Love
Zero finesse left, he shoved aside his sweats and jacked hard. Watching her fingers tunneling into the wet perfection of her sex. Her other hand cupping her breasts, one and then the other.
He rubbed his thumb over the perfect spot, wishing they weren’t in separate rooms, separate spaces, wishing he was there to drop to his knees and put his tongue—
“If I was there, I’d lick you right now. Push your hands away and suck your clit into my mouth. I’d fuck you with my tongue until—”
Ginny choked out a sob, fingers faltering as she gasped in release.
Her pleasure was the trigger he needed. His hips pulsed forward helplessly, the pressure of his hand a pale exchange for the pleasure of her body.
Mindless of everything except watching her come and feeling the release from his own body, Tucker collapsed onto the couch before he realized she had laughed softly. “What evil thing are you thinking now?”
“That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” She flicked a finger in the air. “Although I think you failed at target practice.”
Shit. He focused forward and realized he’d been so caught up in the moment, he’d simply shot his load everywhere. He cursed softly. “Crap, what a mess.”
Her giggle increased in volume. “Sorry?”
He frowned. “You should be. You should come and clean up this mess.”
“Me?” she asked, utter innocence on her face. “I had nothing to do with you getting into a…stickysituation.”
Damn, this woman. He grabbed his T-shirt and tossed it at the floor. Cleanup he would deal with in a while. First, he wanted to make something clear. “That was fun, but this isn’t a long-term solution,” he warned her.
“I know.” She pulled herself upright, adjusting back to a normal face-to-face position. “Only it’s right for right now.”
That was something to be debated, but he’d respect her wishes for now.
Truth was, after having given Luke, Caleb, and Ashton a heads-up reminder to figure out what it was they truly wanted, the wisdom of keeping his and Ginny’s relationship on ice grew less and less logical.
“I want to see you sometime in person this week,” Tucker told her.
Ginny nodded slowly. “We’ll figure something out. I don’t know my schedule yet, because I need to get in touch with a few more people, but yes. I want to see you too.”
His phone went off. Alex Thorne, one of the lead hands for the ranch. “I’ve got to take this,” he told Ginny.
She blew a quick kiss and disconnected.
He opened the connection to Alex, thankful it was a phone line, not video. “Tucker here.”
“You have time to come to the mess hall?” Alex jumped in, but Tucker was already moving to pull his clothes back in place. The shouts and banging in the background didn’t sound very orderly.
“I’ll be there in under five,” Tucker promised.
By the time he hit the mess hall, whatever tempers had temporarily flared had cooled enough that Alex had it under control.
He was, however, standing in the middle of the hall between two full tables of ranch hands who were lingering after dinner for far too long.
Tucker joined him, marching across the room with his stride firm and his expression as disapproving as possible. “Alex.”
The other man grinned. “Sorry to pull you back to work, but Ashton said that you got all the bullshit calls from here on out.”
Tucker snorted. “Of course he did.”
“Can’t blame the man. Seems as if it’s the perfect decision while training your replacement.” Alex tilted his head the slightest bit to the right. “Jeffrey and Jim. I reminded them they can talk politics all they want elsewhere.”
Jeez. Some things never changed. “Religion, politics, money—there’s always something to fight about.”
“Women. You forgot that one,” Alex offered softly. “Table to the left are a little less conservative in their views and a whole lot more willing to ignore theno bullshit in the mess hallrule.”
