“Thoroughly fucked?” he asked while lifting a brow.
“Yes. You’re a lot better than my vibrator.”
Tucker laughed and it was then we both froze. He was still inside of me, and I could feel the warmth of his cum trickle down my thighs.
“Fuuuck!” he cried out as he jumped up and looked down. We’d forgotten a condom.
His hands grabbed at his hair, and he let out a string of curse words.
“I’ve never in my goddamn life forgotten a condom.”
I smiled. “The anticipation of being inside of me throw off your game?”
He glared at me and my smile faded. I should have been upset, and I was. I had no real idea of how many women Tucker had slept with, but a weird part of me loved how he was so lost in me he’d forgotten just lik
e I had. It was too late now to freak out about it. So, if he was going to play that role, I’d play the other.
“Tucker, it’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’ve only been with two guys since you, and it’s been a while since Josh. I’ve been tested.”
Tucker froze, then slowly turned and looked at me. “Two guys? That’s it?”
My heart dropped. I’d seen Tucker with different women, but I had always pretended to think he didn’t sleep with all them.
“Please don’t tell me some crazy insane number that’s going to make me feel sick to my stomach. Please.”
A slight smile cracked his lips open some. “Four. And the last one was Gina, and that was a few months back. I’ve been to the doctor since, and I’m clean.”
My brow lifted. “Four women in seven years. I guess that’s not too bad; it’s better than twenty, right?”
Tucker shook his head and glanced down. “Bathroom?”
“Down the hall and the third door on the right.”
“Don’t move, I’ll come back and clean you up.”
His thoughtfulness made my chest squeeze. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trick him into marrying me.
Not Tucker.
He walked back in, a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth went dry. When he dropped down and gently cleaned me with a warm washcloth, I nearly came again.
Then he slipped his fingers inside me. “Charlie, you’re soaking wet again.”
“You’re turning me on with the damn washcloth. I’ve never had a man do that before.”
He lifted a brow. “Wash you after sex?”
“No,” I whispered.
Then he reached down and picked me up into his arms. “Bedroom?”
“Very last door down the hall on the right.”
Tucker soon had me calling out his name as he pounded into me again. He’d asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom and since neither one of us had one, we decided to go bareback again.
Jesus, it felt good. He felt good. This felt so many ways right. After I was thoroughly fucked again, he pulled me into his arms and I slowly drifted off to sleep. I’d talk to him about the marriage clause later. Right now, I wanted to relish in the feeling of being back in Tucker Middleton’s arms.
Darkness filled the room and when I rolled over, the bed was empty. I sat up and looked around, but I couldn’t see anything.