Page 6 of Lonesome Man (The Smith Brothers #4)

Chapter Five

Tucker

I hit the bottom of the stairs, and Ruth turned to me, her pretty brown eyes moving down my body, taking in my boots, jeans, then finally my black T-shirt. Yeah, baby, it was time to play.

“You ready to have a little fun?” I said as I strode into the kitchen.

Her eyes lit up, and a wide smile spread across her face. “Always. What do you have in mind?”

I grabbed the basket from the pantry. I’d put together a picnic before I made breakfast. “Get out and enjoy the sunshine, then have some lunch at our favorite spot.”

She came straight to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, and looked up at me. “Sounds perfect.” Then she went up on her toes, and I leaned in, kissing her. Fuck me . My little wife was addictive. This was only day two and I was already fucking seriously into this.

It was hard, but I ended the kiss first, but only because I was this close to picking her up and laying her on the table. If I did that, we’d never leave the house, and I wanted Ruth…no, Libby, while we played, I was going to think of her as Libby. I wanted her to see the property, and I had plans.

I handed her a jacket, gloves, and hat. The sun was out, but it was cold, and there’d been a light dusting of snow on some of the surrounding mountains this morning. When she was all wrapped up, I took her hand. “Let’s go, baby.”

Her hand was warm in mine as I led her outside and over to the ATV.

She got on without instruction, like she’d ridden one before, which surprised me.

I strapped the basket on, climbed on as well, and started the bike.

Libby slid forward and wrapped her arms around me, and I couldn’t suppress my shiver when her soft, warm curves pressed tight against my back.

I let that sink in, that feeling of being wanted, of how it felt to have my wife show me easy affection. I dropped a hand, covering hers, then lifted her other one, pressing a kiss to her wrist, then put it back on my stomach and we headed off.

She hung on tight as we drove across the property, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she liked my corner of the world.

I loved it here, despite the loneliness.

I planned on living my whole life right here, and I guess that was hard for some people to understand.

This place was a part of me, though, it was in my veins and part of my soul, and I wanted this sweet, sexy woman hanging on to me, to see the beauty of it the way I did.

We rode for about thirty minutes, and when we stopped outside the little old cottage I’d been renovating, I heard her soft gasp as she jumped off the back of the ATV.

“Thought it was about time to show you my surprise,” I said and winked.

She bit the side of her lip and smiled. “Wow, this place…it’s beautiful.”

“My grandparents used to live here. My father built our place, well, half of the lower level. I added on, built it up, making it a family home for us.” I tilted my head toward the cottage. “My grandparents stayed here, though, their whole lives. You wanna take a look inside?”

“I’d love that.”

I grabbed the basket and, taking her hand, led her inside.

“I’ve been renovating it while you were away.

It’s been taking time since I have to get Cash to fly everything in.

” We were playing newlyweds, so there would still be things she might not know about her husband and the property.

But since this was a fantasy, as long as we weren’t thrown out of play, it didn’t really need to make sense.

“What are you going to do with it?” she asked as I opened the door.

“I thought we could list it for rent, for short-term vacations, maybe a few times a year. Give people an experience, you know? Fishing, hiking, there’s some amazing backcountry skiing around here as well.

Cash will fly them in, we’ll make sure the place is clean and stocked with food, and leave them to it or offer some guided tours around the area if that’s what they want. ”

“That’s such a great idea.” She turned slowly, taking in the place. “It’s so pretty, you’ve done an amazing job.”

I headed to the fireplace in the living room. It was already stacked and ready to light, so I used the lighter on the mantel and got it going.

“It’s also really romantic. This would be a great location for a honeymoon. No chance of interruptions out here.”

I closed the space between us. “That’s a good idea. A couple could fuck in every room in this house, they could walk around naked and no one will see, no one will bother them.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “Maybe you should put that in your advertising?”

I chuckled. “It sure as hell would work for me.” Fuck, I was hard as iron, and holding myself back was torture, but I was kind of getting off on the anticipation.

“Me too,” she whispered.

Heat fired through me, and I had to stop myself from reaching down and adjusting my dick. “I’m so glad you’re back, Libs,” I said huskily.

“I missed you so much,” she said, her eyes softening.

“How much?” I curled my fingers around the side of her throat.

Her lids fluttered, and she looked deep into my eyes. “So much I ached.”

“Tell me where you ached.”

She pressed her hand to her chest. “Here,” she said, then slid her hand lower over her belly and gently cupped herself between her thighs. “And here.”

Fucking hell.

I slid my hand up into her hair and fisted lightly. “Did you touch yourself while you were away from me?”

She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes.”

“What did you think about while you played with your pussy, darlin’?”

She released a shaky little breath. “You.” She took her hand from between her thighs and pressed it to my hard-as-fuck cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. “This.” She gave me a squeeze, wringing a groan from me. “Hard, and thick, pushing inside me, thrusting into me.”

I was going to come in my fucking pants if she kept that up. “Undo my jeans.”

Her hands shook as she did as I ordered, tugging open the button and dragging down the zipper, then her hand was curling around me, gripping me tight.

Sliding my thumb over her full, gorgeous, lower lip, I held her wide gaze. “On your knees, Libby. Time to show your husband how much you missed his cock.”

Her cheeks were pink and her pretty lips parted on a breathy, needy sound before she did as I asked and dropped to her knees.

Libby

I looked up at Tucker as I took his thick cock in my hand. He didn’t touch me, just kept his hands at his sides. He was too long to take all of him, and when I sucked him deep into my mouth, he bumped the back of my throat.

Tucker watched me with hungry eyes as I started working his hard length. Swirling the tip with my tongue, I teased before forcing him as deep as he could go, and each time I sucked his cock deep, I worked my tongue along the smooth underside.

Tucker groaned, and I looked up at him, gripping his hips, and worked him faster.

His lips parted, panting, as I squirmed and squeezed my thighs together, getting turned the hell on seeing him like this.

“You’re doing so good, Libs. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, darlin’?”

All I could give him was a subtle nod, but hearing his praise, having him call me his good girl, had me sliding my hand down the front of my pants so I could play with my clit. I rubbed eagerly, while I stroked him with my other hand and took him to the back of my throat again.

His nostrils flared and he sucked in a sharp breath as salty pre-come slid onto my tongue.

“You love the taste of your husband, don’t you, little wife?” he said roughly.

Pleasure tightened his features, and the veins in his forearms popped when he curled his fingers into tight fists, fighting back his orgasm.

I wanted to taste him on my tongue and feel him going down my throat.

I wanted to make him moan, to make him fall apart for me.

Tucker brought out a side of myself I never knew existed.

He made me want things I never had before.

I sucked harder, stroked him faster, and he cursed loudly. “Oh no you don’t,” he said and slid his thumb into the corner of my mouth, stopping me. “This mouth’s not getting my come, that perfect little pussy’s gonna get it, wife.”

Oh fuck. My inner muscles started clutching at nothing, and I rubbed my clit faster. He slid his cock from my mouth, and I whimpered as he reached down, hauled me off my feet, spun me around, and tossed me over the back of the couch.

He yanked down my tights and panties, and I barely had time to suck in a strangled breath before he slammed inside me. He was so fucking hard and thick and unrelenting. I jerked and cried out, my pussy gripping wildly around him, coming instantly.

“Fucking hell. Hungry little pussy can’t get enough,” he growled as he fucked into me so hard the heavy couch shuddered with every thrust.

My fingers dug into the cushions as my orgasm went on and on, crying out for more with every brutal thrust. Finally, he slammed deep, grinding against my ass and pulsing heavily inside me.

God, he filled me up, coming inside me hard and hot.

All I could do was gasp, churning my hips as I shuddered, aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through me.

Tuck pulled out suddenly and flipped me over to my back, my hips were up on the arm of the couch, so my ass was up in the air, then he spread my pussy with his fingers, watching as he did it, and moaned again.

“You’re so full of my come, Libs. I want to fuck you so many times, it’s dripping out of you.

” Then he lifted his gaze to me and, holding my stare, slid his fingers deep inside me.

I moaned, arching against the cushion. I was sensitive, but it felt really freaking good.

He leaned over me, sliding a hand up my shirt, massaging one of my breasts as he eased his finger in and out of me.

He started slow, increasing his speed until he was thrusting in and out of me fast. The wet sounds were obscene, and god, somehow that was so goddamn hot.

“Gonna finger-fuck my come deep inside you, darlin’. I want to feel this pussy coming again. You gonna come again for me, little wife?”

I couldn’t catch my breath. I was twisting my hips, writhing. “Tucker,” I gasped. “I’m… oh fuck .” I came again, with a scream this time, my pussy trying to grip on to his thrusting fingers.

“Beautiful, Libs. So fucking beautiful when you come for me like that.”

I collapsed back, panting, and Tuck slid his fingers from me carefully. I blinked up at him. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. No other man had ever made me feel this good. My heart fluttered in my chest. This was so goddamn dangerous. He was dangerous.

“What are you thinking?” he asked low, his gaze moving over my face, a look in his eyes I couldn’t read. “Tell me.”

It was a soft demand, but it was a demand. He didn’t want to know what the real Libby thought, he wanted to know what pretend Libby was thinking. Why did that hurt all of a sudden? Why did knowing he wanted me so badly that he’d created this version of us together—a fantasy—hurt so much?

Probably because I wanted this fantasy too? It was beautiful.

This was perfect.

“A few things,” I said, my voice husky from the way he’d just made me scream, but mainly from the emotions he was making me feel, emotions I could not let myself feel.

“Yeah?” He leaned forward and tugged up my underwear and tights, then dragged me farther up the couch, and came down beside me. “Tell me.”

His front was to my back, and he wrapped me in his big muscled arms, holding me to him. One of his wide palms rested on my belly, a part of my body I’d always been self-conscious of. I had rolls, cellulite, I was a bigger girl, but Tucker seemed to like my body the way it was, a lot.

I covered his hand with mine and shut down real Libby and gave him the fantasy version of me he truly wanted.

“I was thinking my husband is so fucking hot and makes me come like I never have before,” I said, though the latter of what I said was all true.

“And that the way you fuck me, the way you make love to me…it won’t be long before you get me pregnant. ”

His rough exhale tickled my neck, and he tightened his hold on me. I could feel his heart beating hard against my back as silence stretched out between us. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Libs,” he finally said. “I need you to know that, baby.”

He tugged my tights down again and slid back inside me, fucking me again, slow and deep this time. His arms stayed around me and his big body shuddered when we finally came together a short time later.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my throat, and I lay there cocooned in his strong arms. The sounds of his breathing as it evened out and the crackle of the fire, along with the heat of his body soaking through me, had my eyes growing heavy.

I tried to fight it, but I was so comfy. Tucker had worn me out.

So I let my eyes slide closed, warm and safe in his arms.