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  “My parents got him voice coaches and sent him to school for music. But me, I was the kid that struggled with my grades. I was the kid that got called to the principal’s office. I remember once my dad was mad when I got a bad grade on a test. He asked why I wasn’t more like my brother.”

  “I’m sorry, Tucker. But that didn’t mean they didn’t love you.”

  “Yeah, they loved me. They just loved my brother more. And the worst part was I wanted to hate Hunter. I wanted to blame him for everything but he was too nice. He was the one defending me to my parents. When someone picked on me at school he stepped in as the big brother and stuck up for me. He says he’s proud that I entered the Marines when I graduated high school, but the truth was I was running away. I stupidly thought it was like video games—kill or be killed. That we were going after bad guys and I, for once, was the brave one and the one everyone looked up to. But it’s not like video games at all. And nothing, especially in war, is ever black and white. Who knew children strapped with explosives were ready to walk up to us to die? I sure didn’t until a salty Marine got fire watch and then blown-up for giving a kid a lollipop.”

  “Oh God. That’s so awful.” No wonder he never wanted to talk about it. What he witnessed must have been horrifying.

  “Look, I’m not going into details, but some of the guys I was with when the device went off that took my leg lost more than just a limb. And I feel that every day. I feel it in my leg, but I especially feel it in my heart. Why did I only lose a leg when they lost their life? Why am I still here?” he said, his voice catching on the last few words.

  “I don’t know.”

  “That makes me feel so much better,” Tucker said with a bitter laugh.

  I sighed. “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. I said it because I don’t have any idea why you’re here. Why they’re not. Why my dad wasn’t happy with my mom and me and needed another family. If I knew, then I’d avoid all the terrible things and awful people in the world. But we aren’t psychic like that.”

  We sat there for a moment both lost in our own pitiful thoughts.

  “All we can do is move forward. Figure out what makes us happy and work toward that. That’s the part I’m having trouble with . . . finding what makes me happy. I thought it was acting, but this fame thing isn’t what I signed up for. I liked doing the smaller stuff. Now my agent wants me to speak to the director of the Specter Comic Universe movies. I’m not naïve. I know that would turn me into a big celebrity. But . . . I don’t want the glitz and glam with no private life. I just want to act,” I said quietly.

  He placed his finger on the side of my chin, turning my head to face him. “And I only want you.”

  “Then have me.” I smirked. “Stop dicking around and spank me already.”

  His blue eyes fell to my lips and my breath caught on his stare. Without warning, there was a firm slap of my ass. More like the side of my ass since I was sitting on Tucker, but it didn’t change the delicious pain that melted into warmth between my thighs.

  Tucker drank in my reaction like a lost man in the desert stumbling upon an oasis. His hand rubbed where he spanked me. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked as his hand moved lower down my leg until it found the hem of my dress.

  “There’s so much I want. But that’s a good start.”

  His fingers slipped under my dress and I widened my legs, almost falling off Tucker’s lap. “Why don’t we move to the bed?” he murmured. I licked my lips and glanced out the window. This was embarrassing but too perfect to pass up. The last guy I told about my fantasy called me weird, but I had a feeling that’s the last thing Tucker would say about me. What he shared with me today must have been hard. If he could open up like that, then I could tell him about my fantasies.

  “I want to stay here.”

  His brow creased. “But it’s more comfortable on the bed and besides, anyone could look in and see us.”

  “I know,” I said as my eyes focused on the ground.

  Heat burned my cheeks, and I probably looked like I was one big red cherry, but I didn’t care. It felt good to let it out. Let him learn what really pleased me.

  Despite opening up, I still couldn’t look at him. Maybe he did find that odd and disturbing—that I would be turned on by being watched. The guys I dated didn’t mind watching me masturbate, but when it came to sex by an open window or in a car in a parking lot, they freaked out.

  Tucker pressed his finger to the side of my chin again, forcing me to look at him. His thumb brushed my bottom lip as he said, “So, you want them to see you?”

  I nodded as my tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip and the tip of his thumb in the process.

  “How much? Everything?”

  “Yeah.”

  Just thinking about it was making me wet, but I was unsure if it was something Tucker would consider.

  His eyes flickered toward the window before they came back to focus on my mouth. Flaring his nose, he said, “Can I press your tits against the window so everyone can see how hard I’m fucking you?”

  I moaned and rubbed my thighs together. “Please,” I begged.

  “God, Niki, you are so hot.” His hand crawled up my thigh until he pushed aside the edge of my white lace panties. “You’re so wet.”

  I was and the more he slid his fingers around my folds, the wider I pulled my legs apart. I was flashing my pussy to anyone outside who glanced toward this part of the house, and that only made me cream his hand.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy. Take off that dress. Actually, take off everything.”

  FOURTEEN

  Tucker

  “CAN I SUCK YOUR COCK if I strip?” Niki asked as she stood and lifted the hem of her dress just enough to flash me the white panties she wore.

  I couldn’t believe she was embarrassed about her kink. I told her I liked kinky stuff, but I guess she didn’t believe me.

  My hands flew to the zipper of my pants as I said, “Yes.”

  I wasn’t big on blow jobs. Not that I hadn’t received a good one yet, because I had—many in fact. But the idea of only me getting off while the woman did all the work wasn’t a turn on. I couldn’t come unless they did.

  But I knew that Niki being naked, pressing her ass against the window, showing everyone who glanced at the sliding glass doors, would get her off.

  She pulled off her dress and my jaw fell open as she stood in front of me in a white lace bra and panty set. Normally, I’d make her keep that on because it was incredibly sexy on her, but she wanted people to see all of her.

  It took some effort to get my pants off, not just because of the wheelchair, but my cock was rock hard and getting in the way.

  Before I pushed my pants down my legs, Niki fell to her knees and helped me with the rest.

  She stared at me for a moment and I wondered if seeing Ren and Stimpy was turning her off.

  She leaned forward and licked her lips. “I forgot how big you were. I hope I can fit you in my mouth.”

  I sighed and sat back. It hit me at that moment that I loved Niki. It wasn’t the sex or her kink or anything like that. She was the first woman who took me as I was and treated me like any other guy. Even with all my scars, both inside and out, Niki still wanted me.

  Her tongue poked out of her lips and licked the precum from my tip. I inhaled a deep breath through gritted teeth as the intense pleasure shot through my body.

  Within seconds, her lips were sucking on my tip and it felt like heaven.

  “Get your ass against that glass. I want everyone to see how wet I make you.”

  Niki looked up with glassy eyes and nodded. She scooted back. I instructed her to widen her legs so they could see all of her.

  “Can I play with myself while I suck you?” Her body was vibrating, and I noticed she was moving her hips.

  “You want to cream the window? Make it all dirty?”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  Whatever was turning her on was causing my cock to thicken. />
  “You want everyone to know how horny I make you? You just can’t help yourself. You’re so dirty, you can’t stop even if everyone stares at you.”

  Her fingers tightened on my cock as her eyes rolled back in her head. “I am. I’m so fucking filthy. God, Tucker . . . you make me so wet.”

  “Then suck my cock and play with yourself if it gets you off,” I growled.

  I tried to play it cool, but I was afraid I’d come before she fit my cock in her mouth. I loved giving Niki what she desired. Maybe I wasn’t the first guy to play along with her kink, but I’d make sure I was the one who gave her the best orgasms.

  Her mouth slid down my cock and her tongue did something incredible in the process. I had no idea what it was, but I nearly blew my load because of it.

  My hand tightened around the arm of my wheelchair as I desperately attempted to hold back my orgasm. Watching her masturbate with my cock in her mouth was pushing me toward the edge quickly.

  Her eyes popped open and she gazed up at me. I could tell she was coming as she groaned around my cock. This was it. I had to fuck her now.

  I held back long enough. I dreamed about what her sweet pussy would feel like and it was time to find out.

  “Get up. It’s time to sit on my lap,” I said.

  Her fingers were still fondling her clit when she stood. I moved my chair to my old bedside table, praying I had left a few condoms from the move. To my relief, I had. I grabbed one and tore it open. Quickly, I rolled it on and when I turned back, Niki watched as she continued to play with herself.

  I wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed, but she wanted to put on a show. Since I aimed to please her, I came back to the window.

  “Turn around. Face the window,” I ordered.

  She did as I said and I reached for her ass, fondling her perfect cheeks. Leaning forward, I nipped on her left ass cheek.

  Niki squeaked in response.

  “Now sit back.”

  She slowly lowered herself as I lined up my dick. I thought I was in heaven when her hot, soaking lips brushed the tip of my cock, but I was so very wrong.

  When Niki finally sat, and I was fully inside her tight pussy, that’s when I was positive that heaven existed between her thighs.

  “Oh, Niki. You’ll be the death of me,” I moaned.

  It was my heart. One day in the future, when she realized that I wasn’t worth it, it would kill me. That woman had more power to destroy my heart than any IED planted on the side of the road of a country halfway across the world.

  I knew it was a matter of time before I did something to fuck all this up, but at the moment, I only cared about satisfying this beautiful woman.

  Her head turned and her lips curled. “I only want a little death. The kind your cock can give me.”

  My hand slid up her back as I pressed. “Then let’s get started. Now lean forward until your pretty tits are pressed against the cold glass.”

  It took a little maneuvering from me, but I got the right position so she was pressed against the sliding glass door comfortably.

  Everything was within her control. She moved as much or as little as she wanted. And what Niki was doing was both torture and glorious all at the same time.

  “That’s it, Niki. Fuck me. Your pussy’s so greedy.”

  Her hands slid on the glass, making streaking noises as she pushed up and down on my cock. Pretty soon slapping sounds filled the room as her ass bounced wildly.

  My fingers curled into her hips as I lifted her up and down when she tightened on my cock.

  “Oh God, Tucker, I’m coming.”

  Her pussy became so tight, I thought she was going to pull me with her as she lifted her ass. Hearing her moan my name as she creamed on my dick sent me over the edge. I pulled her down into my lap, refusing to let her move as I ground my hips up into her.

  I bit her shoulder as my climax drained me. Even as it subsided, I held Niki tightly. Breathless, we sat like that for a few minutes.

  “God, that was so good,” Niki said as she curled her legs into my lap.

  I gazed up to find her cheeks still flushed from her epic climax. The smile on my face was ridiculous but it was only because I was happy. Sure, my ass was numb from sitting too long in this wheelchair and the way she sat on Stimpy irritated the scar, but I’d sit like this forever if it meant I could hold her.

  “It was.” I leaned over and kissed her.

  It was sweet at first but when she slipped her tongue into my greedy mouth, everything turned urgent. My hand slid to her breast, and I strummed that nipple knowing what she liked.

  With regret, I pulled away. “Okay, as much as I would love a replay of what we just did, I don’t think my cock’s coming back to life for a while. You beat it up pretty bad.”

  Niki sighed and leaned her forehead against mine. “You’re right. Maybe we should take a rest.” She got up and walked over to my old bed.

  I had ordered all new furniture when I moved. It was easier to have it delivered and set up if I ordered it directly from a store. Plus, I was lazy and hated packing.

  I felt my cock twitch when Niki spread herself across the red comforter.

  “You’re going to stop my heart, you’re so beautiful.”

  She giggled and patted the spot next to her. “Come here so we can rest up together.”

  It had been a long time since I snuggled up to a woman after sex. Chelsea didn’t like to be touched after we did it—in fact, she usually made some excuse to leave.

  “Are you sure? You don’t want to get back to the party?” I threw a thumb over my shoulder.

  She shook her head. “Why would I want to be out there when I have everything I want in this room?”

  FIFTEEN

  Niki

  “YOU KNOW WHAT TONIGHT is?” Tucker asked over the phone.

  I bit my lip like an infatuated schoolgirl. “Date night.”

  It was our thing. Ever since Willa and Hunter’s engagement party two weeks ago, Tucker and I hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. We even tested out a lot more of those dildos.

  We decided after a week of just fucking that we should go on dates. It wasn’t easy going out in public together. The more word leaked that I was up for a part in the new Specter Comic movie, the more people recognized me on the street.

  “I got a surprise for you,” he said.

  “Oh, what?”

  “If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise, will it?”

  The last time he surprised me was when I admitted to him that I liked the thrill of possibly being seen having sex and he didn’t call me weird or a pervert. The way another guy had that I dated—the same one who was at the party.

  When I saw Sinclair Ramsey in that tent, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Willa knew I didn’t like the guy, but she had no idea why. It must have been Hunter who invited the sleaze.

  Sinclair made me feel cheap and even laughed when I confided in him what I desired. I never told any guy again what I preferred until Tucker. Maybe it was because he didn’t care what people thought of him, and I felt he wouldn’t judge me.

  I ran from the party and hid out in their bathroom. Realizing too late that the lock was broken, and I was stuck. I was fearful it would be Sinclair who would find me there. He’d take advantage of that situation and there would be nothing I could do.

  I was so relieved when Tucker showed up. It made me realize I was being too harsh on him. Tucker never made me feel ashamed for what I liked or how I felt. What he did to my kitchen was an accident. And he was true to his word. He sent a team that showed up within the hour to clean up his mess in my kitchen.

  “I can’t wait to see the surprise. But, most of all, I can’t wait to see you.”

  There was a buzz at my door.

  “I have to go. There’s someone here.”

  We said our goodbyes like sappy lovebirds, and I sighed as I ended the call. I had never felt this way about anyone. I wondered, was this l
ove?

  I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman who had never experienced love with a man. I wondered sometimes if I ever loved my dad. He was rarely around and when he did show up, he’d hole himself up in his office where I was never to disturb him.

  I never told my mother this, but I wasn’t completely shocked when I found out he had another family. There was a detachment with him like he never really was my dad. Biologically he was but emotionally, I don’t think he was capable of that with me.

  Making my way over to the front door of my condo, I pressed the call button. “Hello?”

  “Niki, it’s me, Emmie. Let me up.”

  I hesitated but pressed the “open-door” button, surprised she was visiting. It was a Tuesday afternoon, prime working hours for Emmie. What would she be doing visiting me at my place?

  There was a knock at the door after a minute. I opened it with a smile.

  “Hey, Emmie, it’s great that . . . Oh my God, what’s wrong?”

  Emmie was panting. A bead of sweat was rolling down her brow despite it being barely above freezing outside. Her dark mocha hair was in disarray in a bun that was falling down her neck and her gorgeous caramel skin was more than dewy, it was drenched.

  “What’s wrong? Nothing’s wrong with me. It’s you.” She shoved her way inside, grabbing both my arms. As the door swung shut, Emmie pushed me until I fell back into the couch.

  “You need to sit for this. Unless you’ve seen it. Have you seen it?” She stood over me as she unbuttoned her white wool coat and tossed it aside like a rag.

  This was not like Emmie at all. She was the most put-together and classy woman I knew. Despite her mom’s financial struggles growing up and Emmie often wearing Willa and my hand-me-downs, Emmie never complained.

  We made a pact when we were teenagers that we’d follow our dreams. Emmie was the first of our little group to make it happen. We called her the Mogul because that’s what she became.

  She dressed like a socialite, looked like a model, and had the knowledge of the wisest woman you’d ever meet.

  But right now, she was none of those things.