Loaded by Cher Carson

lover,” she whispered as
her lips skimmed the stubble on his cheek.
    He closed his eyes, as though
he was savoring her words almost as much as her body. “I would give anything,
anything, to have been your first. Jesus, I should have been your first. That
son of a bitch shouldn’t have been allowed to breathe the same air as you, much
less touch you.”
    She smiled at his words.
Tucker was possessive, but he was nothing like her ex. His protective instincts
were born of a need to protect the people he cared about, not own them, and in
her mind, that was the mark of a real man. “You’re sweet to say that.” She
kissed his lips. “You’re going to make some lucky lady an amazing husband one
day, Tucker.”
    He frowned, as though he
perceived the compliment as an insult.
    “What’s wrong?” She stroked
his cheek. “You don’t want to get married someday?”
    His eyes traced her face, as
though he was trying to memorize every detail in case this was his last
opportunity to commit it to memory. “No, I do.” He licked and nibbled her
bottom lip as she grinded into him. He groaned. “Even more than I thought.”
    She’d lost the thread of the
conversation as he picked up momentum. Then she remembered her question. He’d
said he wanted to get married even more than he thought. What did that mean?
Before she had time to analyze his words, her body intervened, demanding her
attention. “Oh God, Tucker, I’m going to come.”
    He kissed her neck, delving
into the sweet spot he’d discovered earlier as he brought her to the peak.
    “Yes…” she cried, digging her
nails into his back. “Oh… that feels so amazing.” There were no other words to
describe it. It was like a rising crescendo as her blood pounded in her ears
and something deep inside of her clamored for release. Her body took over as
the thoughts racing through her mind were silenced for once. Nothing else
mattered, not that evil little voice that always reminded her of her mistakes, nor
the guardian angel who watched over her shoulder. In that moment, the fear and
anger and sadness that always plagued her receded. There was only bliss,
complete, absolute, and overwhelming. She wanted to say something, to thank him
for the gift he’d given her, but there were no words to thank someone who’d
given you happiness in a world of bleak, dark, sadness.
    “Jesus,” he muttered.
    Rachel felt his whole body
tense as his cock began to pulse and throb. She wished more than anything in
that moment he were exploding inside of her, that she could walk away knowing
that a part of him remained locked inside of her.
    “Incredible,” she whispered,
pressing her lips to the salty tang of perspiration glistening on his powerful
shoulders.
    He chuckled. “That doesn’t
even begin to describe it, baby.” He smirked as he looked down at her. “I’m not
sure I can move.”
    There was no humor in her
voice when she said, “I’m not sure I want you to.” She didn’t want this night
to end, but she knew it had to. She would have to sneak out while he slept
because she knew there was no way she could explain her reason for leaving.
    He would be angry, and the
next time they saw each other, he would undoubtedly demand answers she couldn’t
give. Eventually, he would accept the fact that she wasn’t the woman he’d
allowed himself to believe she was, and he would forget about her. It would be
over for them as quickly as it began, and the thought broke her heart. She
didn’t want it to be over. She would sacrifice almost anything for a chance
with this man. Anything except her daughter’s safety; that was non-negotiable.
    He rolled off and pulled her
into his arms. He kissed her shoulder and she could feel his smile against her
skin. “Hey, why don’t we go to Lindsay for dinner tomorrow tonight? Ava was
telling me about this great little restaurant that a friend of hers owns. I’ve
been meaning to check it out.”
    Dinners, movies, date