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While I’m sure he means for those words to be placating, they only scare me more. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I feel like I’m being watched, which doesn’t make any sense because we’re alone in my tiny apartment.
“Robyn,” he sighs before he leads me over to my couch, sits, and then pulls me down onto his lap. His hands start to slide through the strands of my hair, and I almost forget that I’m on a mission. Almost.
“Tell me,” I press, my voice soft and insistent, even though it wavers slightly.
“A few days ago, I got a call from Crucify as he was out riding around and keeping his eyes open. It’s what they’ve spent most of the time here doing to make sure no one else has come into town to look for you.” He gives me a pointed look and I glance away from him, guilt eating me up.
I’m not even sure why I feel guilty. Of course, I feel bad I stole money from the DSMC when they aren’t the bad guys, but everyone else I skimmed from are bad. I don’t doubt it at all. I don’t love knowing the other guys are patrolling Mistletoe Creek and keeping it safe instead of enjoying a little vacation, but I’m grateful as hell they are.
“A few guys arrived one town over and have been coming in a little at a time to look around.” When I look into his eyes, they bore into mine. As much as I want to get lost in the clear blue skies there, I know I can’t. This is serious. “After doing a little research, we’ve found out that they’re associated with the Castillo family out of Miami.”
I stiffen, and he heaves a deep sigh. I know of the Castillo family. I can’t exactly call them a cartel, but they are a crime family. They’re small time, but they’ve been gaining resources in Miami lately. They aren’t just dabbling in trafficking either. It’s drugs and guns mostly, but the violence and destruction they’ve caused is serious.
“I fucked up,” my voice is barely a whisper. Tucker starts to shake his head, but I’m insistent. “I did. I wasn’t paying attention, the night you said you found me?” His eyes are full of concern for me as my eyes fill with tears. “I was thinking about Kyla and wasn’t focused on the task at hand. It’s all just a blur. I couldn’t tell you if I covered my tracks at all. I was hoping muscle memory would work in my favor, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Temptress,” Tucker’s voice is firm as he grips my chin and tilts my head so I’m looking at him, “even though you were only half on the job, I still had to look deep to find you. The only way these assholes did is because they had someone working for them with the skill to find the very small breadcrumbs you left behind. You didn’t fuck up. You’re human and you were in pain.”
I swallow hard, trying to soak up his words and believe them, but it’s not easy. “You shouldn’t be so nice to me,” I whisper.
He makes a tsking sound and then kisses me slowly. It’s so damn sweet that I feel tears start to track down over my cheeks. How is it possible this man fills up the cracks in the deepest parts of me so effortlessly?
“I can’t not be nice to you, Robyn,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re mine to treasure. Mine to hold. Mine to remind you that you have value, worth, and a place to call home when you’re ready to grab ahold of it.”
I know he’s talking about Seattle, and I want it. So damn bad. I just don’t know if it’ll be as smooth as he thinks it’ll be. The brothers here in Mistletoe Creek with him might not hold any animosity about what I did, but will that be the case for everyone? Will some of them hate me?
I don’t want to be the reason he ever has to choose. Which is why I didn’t jump all over it when he told me he would stay here. It wouldn’t be right. He wouldn’t be happy.
I want him to be happy just as much as he wants to give me everything I need. I know he does because I see it in his eyes whenever he looks at me.
I gasp when he bites my bottom lip and realization slams into me. I love him. Somewhere between bumping into him and covering him with my peppermint mocha and now, I fell in love with him. It was probably before my mocha had even cooled on his shirt.
Loving him scares me and thrills me. The problem is I don’t know if I’m brave enough to keep him.
“I’ll protect you,” he assures me as he kisses along my jaw and nips at my earlobe. I slip from his lap and onto my knees between his legs. His blue eyes darken as he looks down at me and runs his fingers through my hair. He quirks an eyebrow, the challenge clear on his face, “What are you doing, Temptress?”
“Showing you.” I undo his jeans and then work them down over his hips, jumping a little when his cock springs free. “Like a damn jack-in-the-box,” I mutter causing Tucker to laugh.
The sound becomes a strangled growl when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and twirl my tongue over the tip. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel the strain of him holding himself back from filling my mouth completely.
The way he allows me to have control over him makes me feel powerful, even though I’m on my knees in front of him. I place fluttering kisses up and down his shaft, teasing him and watching his hips rise slightly every time I suck the head into my mouth. But he doesn’t push. He doesn’t force.
“Fucking hell, Robyn,” he moans. “Need you to take me into your mouth. Want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick and sliding up and down.”
I look up at him from underneath my lashes and find him already watching me. His eyes are intent and focused, like he’s trying to memorize every detail, and he’s biting his lip in the hottest fucking way. It’s sexy, but vulnerable in a way that makes me feel honored.
Is that silly? I guess it doesn’t really matter if it is, because as I take him into my mouth, just like he wants, it’s a sensation that washes over me. Honored.
I’m honored to see a side of him I don’t think anyone else gets. I’m honored that he decided I was worth claiming even as he was covered in my drink. I’m honored by his willingness to listen to me, even though he didn’t have to. I’m honored by his adoration and the love I see shining in his eyes, even if we haven’t given a voice to those emotions.
I bob up and down his length, taking more of him and stroking in tandem. His abs bunch and I watch as his jaw clenches, telling me he’s getting closer and trying to hold off. I want him to soar over the edge.
When I come up his length, I suck a little harder and add a twist to my wrist. The groan he lets out has my pussy clenching with how sexy and filled with want it is. I don’t need him to tell me he’s about to come or how he wants me to swallow every drop. It’s written all over his face and I want the warmth of him inside of me.
My name on his lips as I don’t waste a drop is pure fucking sin.
And then I’m up and in his arms, with the promise of my own pleasure close enough to touch. Maybe giving myself over to this feeling will help me find where I belong. Even though it’s scary.
He’ll make it worth it.
