“You’re gonna work with Kennedy for a while, right? Just to get some experience until the kids are a little bit older.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. With Trent on the road all the time, I have to focus on the kids and school before I can take on more work. Maybe in a few years I’ll join you.” She winks. “Wouldn’t that be the dream?”
If someone had told me I would become best friends with one of Tucker’s former lovers, I would have told them to get lost. But I’ve gotten closer to Jemma since the Frozen Four. Now that Trent and Tucker are living thirty minutes away from each other, and Jemma and me know no one in this area, we’ve bonded more.
“Yes, it would,” I tell her. “Fingers crossed I get the job.”
She smiles. “You’ll get it. We’re all rooting for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sam
Tucker strolls through the front door of the apartment we share, and he’s whistling. That’s weird. I can hear him drop his bag in the living room, still humming a tune as he steps into the kitchen.
His smile reaches up to his eyes when he sees me, and my expression mirrors his.
I run to him, throw my arms around his neck, and breathe in his spicy scent. “I got the job.”
He lifts me up and kisses every inch of my face. “That’s my girl.” Tucker strokes my jaw with his thumb, and I lean into his hand. “I’m so proud of you, Sam. You worked so hard for this. You deserve it.”
I smack a kiss on his cheek. “You made this happen.”
He smirks. “I can’t take any of the credit. All I did was ask my mom to make a phone call. You did the hard work on your own. Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you.”
“I love you, Tuck.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
His lips crash into mine, his tongue invading my mouth. After days of being apart, I missed him so much. I never knew I could love a person this much. It’s when he’s on the road I feel that sudden loss, only for him to return and make me whole again.
I slip my fingers through his hair, loving that it’s not gelled into place. Tugging hard, I pull him closer to deepen the kiss as if I need his last breath to survive. I sink into him and allow myself to get lost with Tucker.
He lifts me up and lowers me onto the granite countertop at the center of the kitchen. With his big hands, he pushes my legs open, making room for himself between them. My body hums when he touches me. I crave him so much my skin burns.
Our lips separate, and Tucker smiles. He rests his forehead against mine, taking a second to catch his breath. “I missed you. So fucking much.”
“I missed you, too.” I cup his strong shoulders with my hands and return his smile. “Now you need to show me how much you missed me.”
He chuckles, tugging at my clothes, peeling off layers until we’re both naked. I moan as he rubs my inner thighs, and my entire body trembles.
Tucker’s eyes travel down the length of my body. “Fuck me… you’re perfect,” he hisses.
I smile in response.
Until I met Tucker, I never felt good enough. But he makes me feel worthy of him every day. He continually reminds me that I deserve his love, and that all men are not assholes even though he once was one to me.
I sit back, my palms on the counter, my hips arched. Tucker bends down to suck on my nipples, one at a time as he takes each of them between his teeth. He’s so rough sometimes, but I love it.
As Tucker inches inside me, my mouth falls open, and an intense sensation rocks through me. He fills me up, breaking through my inner walls, his pace now quickening to the point I could unravel.
“I could stay like this forever.” Tucker closes his eyes, his voice low but deep.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my heels into his ass, and whisper, “Me, too.”
He grips my hips and slams into me, harder and faster, going deeper and deeper until I can feel him everywhere. I stare into his eyes, the carnal look in them sending me over the edge. My entire body burns for him, the heat spreading down my arms and chest. His passion only fuels my hunger. And as we come together as one, I slowly lose control, the intensity of my orgasm wrecking me from the inside out.
After we come down from our high, we can barely catch our breath. And I know, in this moment, I could spend the rest of my life just like this.
With the man of my dreams.
Epilogue
Tucker
One year later
I’m wearing a wizard robe. In public. But the look on Sam’s face when I stepped out of the bathroom on the jet was worth a few hours of embarrassment. All of our family and friends are dressed in the same robes from Harry Potter, per my request.