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I stand there a little longer, enjoying the low hum of Redondo Beach and the salt in the air, thinking back on last night.
After Alice interrupted our bedroom shenanigans, I had a two-hour nap after only making it through one chapter of a digital book. I didn’t see Tucker again until we sat down to eat dinner, wearing the clothes I wore that day—minus my thong.
So, there I was, sitting at the table commando because I felt weird wearing his underwear under my jeans. Tucker sat opposite me, trying to disguise his amusement behind his clasped hands with his elbows on the table like he knew I wore no panties.
I mouthed, “Thief.”He laughed loudly at me while Teagan looked on with amusement. He didn’t deny he stole them because he sure-as-hell would have left his bathroom and found them on the floor. He pocketed them; I know it. I would have hand-washed them in his bathroom and laid them over the heated towel rack.
Alice requested to sit beside me, and I made sure to bring Bronwyn Bear to the table. The pink Care Bear has received much love over the years, telling me how important the bear is to Alice.
I earned dual beaming smiles from the twins and a hug from Alice for bringing Bronwyn along to dinner. I mean, I get it. A bear has got to eat too, and I am a responsible bear carer.
Alice excused herself and went away for a few minutes to return with Barry Bear, another much loved blue Care Bear. And all was right at the dinner table.
The camaraderie between Tucker and his sisters kept the dinner table conversation light and funny.
Tucker wasn’t hands-on friendly as he was at brunch, but I caught glimpses of him watching me throughout the delicious meal.
After dinner, we played board games and then watched a movie.
I stole glances at Tucker while his sisters sat on either side of me on the comfortable sofa. He appeared engrossed in the movie from the big leather chair he occupied, but the frown etched into his forehead told me something else. I doubt I could recall what the movie was about, but I was doing my best to fake my interest because I had Tucker on my mind and what he did to me while stroking his cock.
Hugs and “goodnights” got handed around once the movie finished, with Tucker holding me longer and tighter, pressing a soft kiss against my cheek, before whispering, “Tonight was torture, not being able to touch you. I had to talk Alice down; she thought she was getting a new sister. I didn’t want to confuse her. I’ll be dreaming about you, Shagspeare, and all the things we didn’t get to do and replaying the things I got to do to you. The ball is in your court. You only have to find me, and I will be all yours to have your way with up in my bedroom.”
Then Alice walked me to my room, so that was that.
I was alone with Bronwyn Bear, taking up one of the pillows in Tucker’s bed, wearing a pair of his black boxers tied at the hip in a knot and Teagan’s pajamas. Going over his words in my head, “the ball is in your court,”before finally drifting off to sleep.
Then the dreams started, starring Tucker and me naked and his anaconda, getting into some creative positions all over his bed and in his bathroom, under his shower, and that was around when I woke up, highly aroused, unable to get back to sleep.
I give my body a shake, not from the chilly air but to rid myself of thinking of Tucker. The cold air has done me some good, flushing the sexual tension out of my system, and there seem to be only anxieties hovering around like nervous butterflies.
Today I say goodbye to Tucker and his sisters, and that thought is unsettling to me. There will be plenty of women in Alaska to keep him warm, I’m sure.
So that is that.
Move on and all that jazz and stay focused on the Fainting Goat Ranch.
It’s what I want. Isn’t it?
But what happens if some gorgeous Inuit girl captures his eye, and they fall in love and eventually make beautiful babies?
Just the thought cuts me deep.
Tucker is pretty packaging—delicious packaging—wrapped around a very likable man. Let’s add: sexy, funny, friendly, caring, intelligent, protective, pretty eyes, strong, masculine, witty, gorgeous body, tattoos that I want to know more about. He’s pretty mother-trucking fantastic.
He’s a family man, and that’s where my world collides with his, and any future could shatter.
You’ve only known him a minute out of a lifetime, and a lot of that involved sleeping. You could keep it simple and just be each other’s passing fancy.
Do I really believe that?
Ugh! I need to stop talking to myself like this; it isn’t healthy.
I can’t stand out here for the rest of the night. The cold air has done its job, and a trip to the kitchen to make myself warm milk might get me back to sleep, calming the babble.
Inhaling the crisp air one more time, I pad back inside and make a beeline for the bathroom.
After I get finished, I wind my way down the spiral staircase, using the torch on my phone to lead the way to the kitchen, where I fix myself a cup of milk.
