KarsynUp above his shoulders I'm part scared, part turned on, which is causing the best kind of tickle in my stomach. Gripping his head in my fingers, I hang on tight as he moves the barrier of my panties aside and waits for what feels like a lifetime. "C'mon, Tucker," I encourage him, sick of the anticipation. "Patience." He blows against my clit, causing me to shiver. I've never been the type of person to be patient when it comes to my pleasure. I want it when I want it, and he knows this. Just as I'm about to say something else to him, I feel his tongue flick against my flesh. "Shit, Tucker." I tilt my head back against the wall, letting him do whatever he wants to me. He goes in hard, licking and sucking, doing all the things he knows will bring me to my knees (if I could go to my knees). When he hitches me up a bit higher onto one shoulder and drags a finger down my slit, slightly pressing it inside me, my eyes open widely. Is it in arousal? Surprise? I'm not sure w
TuckerI don't know who's more nervous, me or Karsyn. I'm holding her hand in a death grasp as we drive toward the federal facility in Birmingham. Neither one of us slept last night. I felt like we were awake every hour asking if the other was okay. "Talk to me," she whispers. "I need you to talk to me."It feels like I don't have anything to talk about, but I search for anything to put her at ease."The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine." I grin over at her.She rolls her eyes blowing out a breath. "Sure you did.""No, I did. I told Ransom that night after I gave you the ticket, I was going to date you. When I told him your name, he gave me the rundown on you working at the clinic.""Yet, you still didn't call me, even though I left my number on the ticket," she teases."Let's be honest, I get flirted with a lot since I'm a man in uniform. I didn't think I was anything special, and it was presumptuous of me to call," I admit. "What did you tell
KarsynIt's been years since I've seen Clarence Night, fourteen to be exact. He looks different than I imagined. In my mind, the last fourteen years he's remained the same way he was the day he kidnapped me. His hair a light brown, skin tanned by the sun, clean-shaven, and muscles honed by doing whatever he did before he took me. I'm unprepared for the man who walks out with his hands shackled to his feet. While these last fourteen years have been good for me, it's obvious they've been awful for him. Gone is the light brown hair, replaced with gray and greasy splotches of white, the skin that was once vibrant now has a pallor almost looking jaundiced, the muscles he used to hold me still and silent aren't there anymore either. He's a shell of the man he once was, and while I thought I'd be happy about that, I'm not. I feel sorry for him in a way. Yes, what he did scarred me, but at least I got to live.Looking at him?He never did.That doesn't sway me though, I still have a
TuckerI watch Karsyn stand up to deliver her victim impact statement, proud as hell of her. I know how hard this was, could tell in the way she became quiet on me in the past few days. Withdrawing into herself is a coping mechanism and I allowed it, but after this I want her to be one thousand percent honest with me about what's going through her head.As her voice shakes, I reach over from where I sit beside her, rubbing my hand up and down her back. I don't want to take anything away from what she's doing, but I want her to know I'm here. Anger is making it almost impossible for me to sit without making a sound, though, as she mentions things she's never told me. Not that I ever expected her to tell me every bit of what happened to her while she was with him, but I'm angry. Angry enough I'd like five fucking minutes alone with this piece of shit.She's crying now, and it's literally tearing me apart. I hate to hear that vulnerable lilt to her voice. It upsets me to know she
KarsynToday must be the day for facing fears and coming out on the other side, because I'm doing something I never thought I'd do: I'm walking my parents over to where Tucker stands and I'm going to introduce them. This reminds me of when we were first together. There was no way we would be in this situation. He wouldn't have allowed it, and I'm not sure I would have subjected him to it, but now? After everything that's happened today, I want him to meet them. I want them to know I'm in good hands, and what a great guy he is."Tucker." I reach out, taking his hand in mine when I get close enough. "I'd like for you to meet my parents, Melinda and Pruitt Fallaway."My heart literally could burst out of my chest when I hear them exchange pleasantries. "You're a K-9 Officer?" my dad asks, his voice all tough and full of gravel in his throat. "Yes, sir." Tucker rocks back slightly on his feet. A habit I've noticed he does when he's explaining his job. "I'm the K-9 trainer an
Tucker"You're lying," I laugh so loudly I have to hold my side."Hand to God." Ransom holds up the hand he's talking about. "First fuckin' time it's ever happened.""You're lucky, then." I wipe at my eyes.We're in one of the meeting rooms the Laurel Springs PD uses, and we're waiting for everyone else to get here. He's telling me about the night he had with Stella."Lucky my ass!"I laugh again. "More like nose up your ass.""Did you tell him about it?" Nick grins as he sits next to us, drinking an energy drink. "Yes!" I blow out a breath trying to keep my shit together."At least you didn't get a phone call at 5 a.m."You called him at 5 a.m.?" I give Ransom a look."He was up with the baby," he defends. "And so was I, plus I had to share with someone.""Not sure I'd share with my wife's brother, but you do you, fam.""What the fuck are you ladies making so much noise about?" Caleb comes in, having a seat in front of us, but turning around so that he can b
TuckerWalking over to where Ransom stands with the dogs, I am slightly freaking out. Did I really just say that to Karsyn? Yeah, I decide, I did really just say that Karsyn. The next thing I ask myself is did I mean it?It takes me all of fifteen seconds to realize I meant it.Now that I've learned more about her, about the fact she may have possibly never been around for me to get to know, I'm beginning to understand how much I need her in my life. Not only that, but I'm beginning to understand how much she adds to my life. "We need to take them over there." Ransom points to the spot they've decided to hold the dog photos at. "Dad and Mason are going to be heading up this part.""Gotcha." I grab Major's leash."Hey." Ransom stops me. "You okay? You look like you've either seen a ghost or like you're about to pass out."Glancing back over at Karsyn, I see she's still holding Keegan. That same feeling swamps me again. "Nah, I'm cool."He looks over to where I was. "Oh
KarsynTaking a look at the line to get into the parking lot where we're washing cars, and I mean we're washing them, I'm so fucking proud. It travels at least a mile down the road. Other members of the Laurel Springs Police are directing traffic around it. There's also a few people taking donations only. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined this would be happening. "This is amazing." Kels wraps her arm around my shoulder as we take a bit of a break. "I know, I'm going to go over and ask Mom if she has a preliminary count of how much we've raised. We've still got two hours to go, but I'm unsure if we'll be able to get all these cars done." I point to the line waiting to get in."We'll figure it out," she promises. "I'm gonna get back over there to where my hot-ass hubby is working hard with no shirt on." She purses her lips, making a noise in her throat."You do that," I laugh. "Girl, I am on it." She wiggles her eyebrows.I have a feeling she'll be on more than