All Wound Up Page 13

  Several of the batters swung and missed, or grounded out. He gave up a single in the second inning, but no runs. In the first three innings, no one on the opposing team scored.

  Awesome.

  Throughout the game, Tucker mixed up his pitches, of which he had several, but his curve was a beautiful thing. By the top of the eighth inning, the Rivers were up by one run. It had definitely been a pitcher’s battle, which had made it fun to watch, but also nerve-wracking.

  Aubry found herself leaning forward, breath held, every time Tucker threw a pitch, waiting for it to land in the right spot. And, fortunately, most of the time it did. When someone got a hit, they didn’t advance beyond first base. He was good tonight, and so was the team defense. Offense needed to get on it so they could all breathe a little easier, which hadn’t happened just yet.

  Until Gavin Riley hit a shot into right field for a double, and then Trevor Scott doubled him home, giving them a one-run cushion going into the top of the ninth.

  Tucker didn’t pitch the ninth. They brought in their ace closer, who threw couldn’t-hit-them fastballs. It was a fast, three-out inning, and the Rivers won the game.

  Aubry stood and hugged her dad. “What a great game.”

  “I’m glad you came. You brought us luck.”

  She laughed. “Based on what I saw tonight, Dad, luck had nothing to do with it.”

  “Would you like to stop by the house?” her father asked.

  “No, I really need to go home. But I’ll come over on my next night off. Say hi to Mom for me.”

  “She’ll be sorry she missed you.”

  She hugged and kissed her dad, then left. When she got to her car, she sent a text message to Tucker.

  Great game. You pitched well. I enjoyed watching you. Call me later.

  By the time she walked in her front door, her phone rang.

  “I thought maybe you’d wait for me,” Tucker said.

  She laughed. “I don’t think so.”

  “Don’t want everyone on the team to know you and I are seeing each other?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “So, I’m your secret lover, huh?”

  Her lips curved at that thought. “For now? Yes.”

  “I can live with that. Are you home?”

  “Just got here. How about you?”

  “Finished interviews, but I’m still at the ballpark.”

  She knew better than to do this, but she wanted the company. “You could come over, if you’d like. I know you’re probably hungry. I could fix you something.”

  “You don’t have to do that. Do you work tomorrow?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want to keep you up late. I can grab something on the way over, that way you don’t have to cook. Are you hungry?”

  “No. The suite had plenty of food.”

  “Then I’ll grab a quick burger, and I’ll see you soon.”

  “Okay.”

  She hung up, went in the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair, then looked in the mirror. She still wore her jeans, blouse and boots and pondered changing clothes.

  Changing into what, exactly? She pondered that thought for a few minutes, wondered why she was making such a big deal about it, then decided to change into a pair of comfortable lounge pants and a long-sleeved Henley.

  Much better, and less restrictive. She realized she already had thoughts of Tucker’s hands on her, and her body responded with a rush of heat.

  Yes, she was definitely glad she’d invited him over. Maybe it was the tension from yesterday, but she needed that release that only he could provide. Sure, she could do it herself, but it would be much more fun to enjoy some fun sex with Tucker.

  While she waited for him, she made a cup of tea, then picked up one of her medical books and did some research.

  About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. She went to open it.

  She looked him over. “I don’t see a burger bag.”

  He smiled at her. “I ate it on the way over.”

  “You must have been hungry.”

  “I was.”

  He came in and she shut the door, watching as he made his way into her kitchen to lean against the island. He looked good in his jeans and long-sleeved cotton shirt. Of course, he always looked good.

  “You obviously worked up an appetite with the way you pitched tonight.”

  He turned to face her. “Glad I was able to entertain you.”

  “I was definitely entertained. And my dad is impressed.”

  He slipped the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. “Is that right?”

  “Yes. He spoke very highly of you.”

  “That’s good to know. And did you tell him about us?”

  She laughed, walking over to stand in front of him. She grasped one of his belt loops and tugged on it. “Definitely not.”

  He pushed off the island and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against him. “I’m okay with being your dirty little secret, Aubry.”

  She thought he was going to kiss her, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch away from hers. Their gazes collided, his breath mixing with hers as her lips parted, anticipation making her pulse rate kick up.

  “For now,” he added, before his mouth came down on hers.

  WATCHING TUCKER PLAY TONIGHT SHE’D WITNESSED mechanics and precision, every move perfection. But when he kissed her, it was messy and spontaneous, one hand sifting through her hair as the other found its way to her back, lifting her shirt to roam across her skin. She moaned against his lips and used her hands to map the muscles of his forearms and shoulders.

  He moved into her, his cock hard and insistent as he deepened the kiss. A delicious headiness swirled within her, her skin prickling with awareness as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, laving her throat with his tongue. She couldn’t help her deep moans as need held her in its grasp. She was caught up in a daze of hazy passion and grasped tight to Tucker, her legs shaking as he cupped her breast, pulling the fabric of her bra down to tease and pluck her nipples.

  And when he drew down her pants, she helped him, stepping out of them, needing to be naked, wanting him to touch her, taste her, give her the orgasm she so desperately craved.

  He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, and she whimpered.

  He stepped in closer to her, wrapping his other arm around her to hold her steady.

  “Shh,” he said. “I know what you need.”

  His hand was warm as he cupped her sex, then slid lower, his fingers slipping inside her. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he moved his fingers within her.

  It was so damn perfect. Tucker’s touch hit those spots that sent strikes of shocking pleasure straight to her core.

  His gaze met hers. “Like that?”

  She arched her hips toward him. “Yes. Just like that.”

  He kissed her, and she melted against him, around him, unable to hold back as the sensations overtook her. All she felt was heat surrounding her, the feel of his mouth and tongue and the movements of his hand and fingers. She felt consumed and let herself fall.

  Her orgasm shook her, and she grabbed Tucker’s wrist, holding his hand right where she needed it as she was wracked by wave after wave of undulating tremors that left her weak and light-headed.

  He took her down easy, slowing the intensity of his kiss, removing his fingers but still holding tight to her body.

  She reached up to touch his face, running her fingers over the stubble of beard across his chin. She brushed her lips across his, taking a long, satisfied breath.

  “That was good.” She slid her hand over his chest. “I needed that.”

  “I could tell.” He rested his forehead against hers. “But we’re not finished yet. I’m just getting warmed up.”

  She patted his chest. “That’s what I like about you, Tucker. You have stamina.”

  He grinned, then took her hand, pressed a kiss to the back of it, and led her into t
he bedroom.

  She pulled off her shirt and took off her bra and underwear, then grabbed a condom from her nightstand. “I moved them closer. You know, so they’re handy.”

  He smiled. “Good thought.”

  She sat on the bed to watch him undress.

  “I like you like this,” she said as he climbed on the bed next to her.

  “Like what?”

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Naked and hard.”

  TUCKER WATCHED AS AUBRY SAT BACK ON HER HEELS and stroked his cock. Was there anything hotter than watching a woman touch your dick?

  He didn’t think so. His balls tightened and his breath caught as she bent forward and put her sweet mouth around the crest. All he saw was a flash of pink tongue wrapping around his cockhead, and he grabbed a handful of sheet, hoping he could hold out long enough to enjoy the hell out of this.

  Her mouth was hot, wet, and as she suctioned a tight seal around him and slid his cock between her lips, his stomach tightened.

  He raised up to sift his fingers through her hair. “God, that’s good, babe.”

  It felt so goddamned good he wanted this to last forever. He also wanted to come, hard—to jettison hot spurts along her tongue until he was empty and satisfied.

  And as she used one hand to stroke the base and her other to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, he already knew which of his desires was going to win.

  Because he’d thought about this a lot, imagined her hot and wicked mouth on his dick.

  The reality was more than he had ever imagined.

  He lifted his hips, feeding more of his cock into her mouth.

  “I’m ready to come, Aubry. I want to shoot into your mouth.”

  She hummed along the side of his cock, then squeezed her lips tighter together.

  That’s all it took. The first spurts spilled along her tongue as he erupted, his hips arching off the bed. Aubry held tight to the base of his cock as he gave her all he had, jerking in rhythmic spasms until he was spent.

  She licked him fully, then laid her head on his thigh while he came down from that incredible high. It took him a minute or two and several deep breaths before he could even find the strength to run his hand over her hair.

  “That,” he said, “was damn good.”

  “Glad you thought so.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. “But we’re still not done.”

  He finally looked down at her. “You’re a tough taskmaster. I’m going to need a few minutes of recovery time.”

  She laughed. “I’ll get us something to drink. What would you like?”

  “A beer sounds good.”

  She slid off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

  He admired her fantastic ass and the soft sway of her hips as she disappeared from the bedroom. While she was gone, he mentally replayed that phenomenal blow job in his head.

  And his dick started to harden.

  He looked down at it and shook his head. “So much for recovery time.”

  “Who are you talking to?” she asked as she came back in, handing him his beer. She’d poured a glass of wine for herself.

  “My cock.”

  She arched a brow and climbed onto the bed, crossing her legs as she faced him. “Is this something you do often?”

  “Not really.”

  She took a sip of wine. “Can I ask the topic of conversation?”

  “The blow job you gave me. I was mentally replaying it in my head, and I started to get hard. Then I chastised my cock for having a one-track mind.”

  She laughed. “I hardly think it’s the fault of your penis that you enjoyed what I did. But, thanks for the compliment.” She raised her glass toward him.

  “No, really. Thank you.” He tipped his beer toward her in a toast, and they both drank.

  He took several long, deep swallows of beer, then set the bottle on the nightstand. He took the wineglass from her hand and put it next to his beer, then pulled her on top of him, sliding his hands along the smooth skin of her back. When he moved his hands to her lower back and pressed in, she moaned.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “You have no idea.”

  He realized she worked long hours, all of them on her feet. She probably needed a good back massage. He rolled her off of him, then slid off the bed and grabbed a pillow, positioning it at the edge of the bed.

  “Come on.”

  She rolled onto her side to look at him. “Come on and what?”

  “Bend over the bed.”

  She grinned. “I like where this is going.”

  He laughed. “Well, it might go there, but really, I’m going to give you a massage.”

  “Now I definitely like where this is going.”

  She slid off the bed and into his arms. Her lips met his in a tangle of tongues and lips that left him hot, hard and definitely ready to spin her around and slide inside of her.

  Instead, he turned her around and bent her over the bed, positioning her hips and stomach against the pillow to be sure she was comfortable.

  Of course, this position also gave him a prime view of her very sweet ass, which didn’t help his raging hard-on.

  His erection could wait, though he did position it up against her butt as he leaned over and laid his hands on her lower back. He pressed in, feeling the tight tension in her muscles.

  She moaned, and his cock twitched.

  “That feels good,” she murmured, her eyes closed.

  “Relax and let me work my magic.”

  Her lips curved. “Mmm-hmm. Magic hands.”

  He liked that she enjoyed what he was doing, that he could get her to unwind. He felt the muscles give under his hands as he worked deeper.

  That’s when he saw the mirror across the room, positioned on the wall. He could see himself, and Aubry. Which meant if he fucked her this way, they could both watch.

  His dick was hard as steel now. He could imagine pumping into her, twisting her a little to the side so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of her.

  He sucked in a deep breath and let it out, his hands drifting down.

  “Tucker.” Her voice went lower, and she raised her butt up, her sex teasing his cock, her thighs clamping around him.

  He smoothed his hands over the twin globes of her ass, then drew his hands up over her lower back again, mixing the therapeutic with the sexual. He wanted her relaxed, but turned on, too.

  And when he smoothed his hands over her butt this time, he let his hand slide lower, this time between her legs.

  She was wet, ready, her body quivering with the same anticipation he felt.

  He opened the nightstand drawer where she kept her condoms, grabbed one and put it on, then positioned himself between her thighs.

  “Aubry. Look at the mirror.”

  She lifted her head and their gazes collided in the mirror.

  “Now watch.”

  He entered her and watched as her face changed to one of deep passion as he seated himself fully inside of her. To feel her and to look at her made his balls tighten.

  He leaned back to see his cock going in and out of her pussy. Oh, yeah, now that was a beautiful sight. And something he wanted Aubry to see.

  He shifted to his side, repositioning her just so.

  “Now look,” he said.

  She made a low sound in her throat, then pushed back against him before pulling forward again. “I see. I feel you. Oh, it feels so good.”

  She worked in tandem with him, pushing back as he thrust into her. He grasped her hips and drove in deep, then eased out, prolonging the pleasure for both of them. And when she reached between her legs to touch herself, it was all he could do to keep from losing it, from coming right then. Between feeling the way her body gripped him and watching her in the mirror, he was ready to go off.

  But Aubry would come first.

  “Come on, baby,” he said, giving her fast thrusts as she touched herself. “I want to feel you tighten around me. Make yourself
come and make me come, too.”

  Her breathing quickened, and the sounds she made as she brought herself to climax nearly shredded him. And as she pushed against him, tilted her head back and came, he let go, shoving deep inside of her, watching both of them in the mirror as he grabbed her hips and shuddered against her.

  He’d never watched anything hotter, especially since Aubry’s gaze was riveted to the mirror, watching them.

  Out of breath, he held on to her and came down from that incredible high. He smoothed his hand over her back, then leaned over to press a kiss to her shoulder.

  She smiled at him in the mirror. “Great back rub.”

  He grinned. “Glad you liked it.”

  “Oh, I more than liked it. But now my legs are shaking.”

  He laughed and disengaged, then turned her around and kissed her.

  “I also need a shower now,” she said. “You made me sweat.”

  He cupped her butt and drew her against him. “You probably need another back rub, too.”

  “Mmm.” She tipped her fingers across his jaw. “I might. Though I might pass out on you if you massage my back again.”

  She was probably exhausted from work the night before, spending time at his game and having sex with him instead of getting caught up on sleep.

  They took a shower, then crawled into bed.

  “Roll over on your side.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to rub your back.”

  “Tucker, I wasn’t serious—”

  “Roll over, Aubry.”

  She did, and this time he kept his intentions to only the back rub. He dug in and found all those sore muscles, this time in her upper back. He liked hearing her groans of approval and tried not to let his dick get involved.

  Within ten minutes, she was asleep. He listened to the sounds of her rhythmic breathing and smoothed his hand back and forth over her hip.

  Yeah, this was pretty damn good.

  Content, he curled his body around hers, pulled the covers over them both, and closed his eyes.

  IT WASN’T OFTEN THAT AUBRY HAD A CHANCE TO GO out and eat with her friends, but after a particularly intense day at work on Friday night, Katie had decided they needed drinks and food, and Aubry wasn’t going to be allowed to say no. So she found herself seated at a table at a trendy bar-slash-restaurant, not far from the hospital, with Katie and several other residents, after they’d finished their reports and were sprung for the night.