Twenty minutes, that’s how long it takes mom to talk dad into coming back. I really should stop clock watching, but I’m itching to get her out of here. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea, but I don’t anymore.
“Okay, kids, let’s get some dinner. What are we in the mood for today?” Mom asks with a smile. She wants to pretend like nothing happened, but well, I’m not okay with that. Dad was rude and made me into a liar.
“That’s very nice of you, L-liz, but I think I should go. I don’t want to take Tucker away from you, but it’s just too weird if I stay.” Luna shuffles around, and I’m surprised she only stuttered once.
“No, please stay. Tucker rarely ever brings a girl home and I’d love to get to know you better.” Seriously mom, stop laying on the guilt. She bats her eyes and I understand why it works on dad so well, but Luna looks like she wants to bolt.
“Liz is right, I’m sorry for how I acted, Luna. I shouldn’t have just walked out like that. I have my reasons, but none of them should impact you, please give me another chance,” dad says, and I look between him and Luna as she stares at the ground.
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Her teeth are back in her lip, and I want to replace them with my own.
“Dinner it is,” I say, as I disappear into the kitchen and find the takeout menus. This is going to be one hell of a night. Bring on the moment where we can leave and go back to my place, I love my parents, but this is far from fun. Hopefully, dad will sort himself out by the time Belle gets here.
“That was… interesting,” Luna says, as we get into the car and I drive us back to my place.
“I told you they were good people though.” I stare straight ahead as I grip onto the steering wheel. My knuckles are turning white as I ignore the vibrations coming from my pocket. I do not want to deal with Rachel right now, I can’t.
“Tiny One, my phone is in my pocket. Take it out and see who is blowing it up.” Should I have posed that as a question instead? Meh, she’ll deal with it, I’m not going to apologize for being myself.
She slides her hand into my front pocket and I’m already growing hard. She grips my phone and pulls it free, before taking a quick glance at the screen. “Most of them are from Rachel, but the latest one is Emmet. I promise, I didn’t read a single word,” she rushes to add, and her chest is heaving slightly.
“It’s okay, I know you didn't. I trust you, Tiny One,” I say easily, and I’m surprised by how true those words really are.
Her hand rests on my thigh and she doesn’t move it until we pull up to my apartment. I lead her into the elevator, and we travel up to the penthouse. She goes straight to the wall of photos, and her eyes linger on the one of me and Belle. She must be seeing it in a new light now that she knows who is really with me in that picture. It was hard calling her my niece, but it felt like the right thing to do. I don’t need every fucker to know my business, and nothing ever stays quiet in the Academy.
“She really is beautiful, she looks like you too,” she says as I stand behind her and rest my chin on her head.
“You’re supposed to compliment, not insult her,” I say with a smirk, and she slaps at my chest. Anyone else I would break a finger, or at least punish them. But not with Luna, it’s good when she doesn’t obsess or worry over her actions.
“That is a compliment, you all know how hot you are. It really isn’t fair to everyone else how gorgeous you Harkwrights are. I don’t understand what it is you have in your genes.” She shakes her head, and her eyes widen as she realizes what she said.
“It’s okay, you understand the adoption thing more than anyone. I won’t take offense to it.” I run my hands down her forearms and watch as goosebumps spread across her skin. “You were a very good girl tonight, Tiny One. How about a reward?” I bite down on her shoulder, and she gasps as her hand comes up around the back of my head and holds me in place.
“Tucker.” My name on her lips is like a fucking aphrodisiac and I’ve never experienced it before.
I spin her around until her chest is pushing against mine, I know where I want her and how I’m going to do it. I wish I could be spontaneous, but my mind doesn’t work that way. Everything is deliberate, planned out, and executed perfectly. It’s so God damn tiring.
I walk her backwards until she’s pressed up against my kitchen island, my hands are on her hips, holding her tightly. I can’t stop fixating on the way her chest is moving hard, I lift her until she’s perched on the edge before gripping both her wrists.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, as she stares at me through hooded eyes.
I push her arms back behind her, until her back is arched and her chest is pointing at the ceiling. Her elbows are against the surface and her wrists are pinned down.
“I'm putting you exactly how I want you. Don’t move, Tiny One. I know you liked your punishment, but I won’t go as easy on you this time.” I smirk and her eyes drop to my lips as her tongue flicks out and glides across hers.
I take my hands away before gliding my fingers down her chest and between the valley of her breasts. I want to rip these clothes off her, but I know she likes this button up dress. Decisions, decisions. Fuck it, I’ll buy her another ten if she likes it that much.
I grip it before tearing it in two. We both watch as the buttons rain down on the floor, I unclip her bra and drop my mouth down to her nipple. I’m not wasting any time, as I draw it further into my mouth, and bite down. She cries out, but she isn’t asking me to stop, and my hand against her panties tells me just how much she enjoys this.
I pull away and trail my eyes down her perfect little body. I’m glad she isn’t as skinny as she used to be, but more than that. I’m beyond relieved Shane never left a more permanent mark. Maybe on her mind, but I can’t see it, so it isn’t there. I swear to God, if I ever see her marked like that again, then I will kill the fucker who did it. Bruises covered her abdomen for weeks, and all because he thought it would be fun to pinch and slap her around. I still remember the finger marks that circled her wrist from where he twisted it. Oh yeah, I’ll definitely kill a fucker, I won’t even take a second to think it through. I don’t care what the punishment will be, I don’t know why, but I can’t handle the thought of someone hurting her again. More than what we already do.
“Come back to me.” Her voice brings me out of my reverie and our eyes meet, before I rear up and slam my mouth against hers.
My hands are at the zipper of my pants then I push them and my boxers down far enough to pop free. I’m not even going to bother stroking myself, I don’t think I can get any harder. I tear her panties, and she groans out loud, but I doubt this is due to excitement. Poor little Luna, she really will need to get some new panties, and plenty of extras.
I thrust inside with no warning or preamble. Her legs wrap around my waist and I pull out before entering harder and faster. Her arms are shaking as she tries to follow my orders, it’s so fucking delicious.
“You can move your arms now,” I grind out. I’m so fucking close already, but I don’t want to let go just yet.
“I think I might fall,” she gasps as I rub against her clit, matching the speed of my strokes with my thumb.