“It is.” Ginny nodded slowly. “I’m still wrapping my brain around this. I’m not sitting here thinking oh, woe is me, there’s nothing I can do. I’m more sitting here thinking about what should I do.”
Which was far better. “That’s a very good thing to pick what you want to work at.”
“And that’s what I want,” Ginny insisted. “Work. I don’t want the good fortune the ranch received to be an excuse to get lazy or complacent.”
He squeezed her fingers until she met his gaze again. “Goddess, get real. The last thing you’ve ever been is lazy.”
“Good, so there’s no reason to start now,” she said brightly. “I think we should make a pact to work together.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “I agree.”
“If I do one thing, it would be to somehow show my family how important they are to me. Every one of them.” She stared off into space again, thinking hard.
“I think they know,” Tucker said softly. “Truly.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
A moment later she’d closed the distance between them. The familiar position of her ass resting on his thighs as she straddled him woke every anticipatory nerve in his body.
Ginny stroked her fingers through his hair. “Operation Prove It is now in place. You will spend the next however long it takes showing your uncle, my brothers, and the ranch hands how brilliant you are.”
“Jesus, I wasn’t scared to death until you put it that way,” he complained.
She chuckled evilly. “I will spend the same however long it takes coming up with some new ideas of how to make a difference. How to make Silver Stone an even better place for my family, and my community. Gah.” She contorted her face into a terrifying visage. “Simple, really. Starting from scratch with nothing and no directions, not even IKEA ones written in Swedish, with mislabeled bags of nuts and bolts.”
Tucker decided he was more amused than alarmed. “And how do we keep track of Operation Prove It?”
She considered even while she began to drive him wild, teasing her fingers up and down the placket of his shirt. Unbuttoning one, two, three buttons…
“Once a week we will check in. We will report on our biggest failure, but also celebrate our biggest success. That will let us bitch about the things that didn’t go well and still keep things in perspective, because any forward motion is good motion, right?”
“Right,” he agreed, leaning so she could push his shirt off his shoulders. He was more than willing to help her strip him naked.
“Is it a deal?” She stuck her hand into the narrow space between their bodies.
He wrapped one hand around her nape, the other pressed to her lower back so he could pull her closer. “It’s absolutely a deal.”
She sighed into his mouth, melting against him as their tongues connected. A deep, slow kiss that ignited the banked fire inside him far too quickly. He still needed to clarify their relationship, but hell if he could resist doing this first.
Satisfying a hunger that had been left unchecked for far too long.
9
Watching Ginny strip away her top shirt was a visual feast, made even better when she tugged at his T-shirt until it escaped his jeans. Together, they worked until they were both naked from the waist up and Tucker had access to those glorious breasts once again.
Goddess, indeed. A wanton earth mother with tits that made his mouth water. Tucker filled his hands as he kept their lips together for a little longer. Kissing her until she quivered, each quick inhalation rocking her chest so her breasts rubbed his palms.
He hauled her higher, taking hold of one nipple and sucking hard enough that she gasped. When he would’ve let go, she made it clear that wasn’t what she wanted, clutching his head to keep him in place.
“More,” she demanded.
“Where’s the condoms?” he spit out in the scarce second he took his lips off her skin.
She gestured to the side.
He patted his hand along the couch blindly, continuing to enjoy and lick and nip.
Somehow, they got the box open. Somehow, he got his zipper down and his cock out and covered. Ginny had lost her pants and underwear in that time and, gloriously naked, crawled back on top of him to rock her heat-slick pussy over his length.
Sex between them was always good. No, it was always spectacular, but today, even more, Tucker savoured the moment when they connected. His tip slipped between her folds, and then her strong thighs flexed as she slowly dropped onto his length.
So hot, so fucking right. Tucker groaned in amazement.
Ginny leaned their foreheads together, grinning at him. Then her eyes widened. She jerked upright, which pushed him even deeper, and both of them reacted with a soft moan.
But her expression—somewhere between panic and oh my God this was not going to end well mischief.
“Oh. You’re staying. At Silver Stone.”
Tucker held on tight, because no way was he letting her get away from him, not now. But at the same time, amusement bubbled up until laughter burst free.
“Hold that thought,” he commanded, even though the words echoed with his delight. Then he picked her up, shuffling until he’d kicked his jeans off his feet. He brought her into the bedroom and settled on the mattress, stretching out with her over him.
This was not the time for conversation.
Using her hips as an anchor, he rocked up into her. Relishing the slide, the mind-blowing pressure. The way that they fit together.
Ginny moved with him, helping where she could, but when she cupped her breasts, a shudder shook him from top to bottom. “Give them to me,” he ordered.
It was more a growl than clear words, but somehow, she understood. She leaned over and pressed one nipple to his mouth, and he sucked it in, multitasking in one of the best possible ways. He was about to lose his mind, lose himself, definitely lose control, which considering that it had only been a couple of minutes, was pretty damn pathetic.
He slid his fingers between her legs to where they joined, catching moisture and drawing it up to her clit. Stroking in solid circles until she moaned, “Yes.”
Bingo. Slowing everything down half a notch, Tucker teased until she was ready to break. The heat rising between them was everything he wanted and needed. He urged her forward again to press a kiss to her breast. A kiss to her heart.
“Going to work you until you come,” he promised, switching up his hand motion the slightest bit. A little quicker now with a hint of a pinch between forefinger and thumb on every stroke.
“Oh my God. That, that,” Ginny moaned, fingernails biting into his shoulders as she rocked her hips hard against him. Riding him, rising over him like the goddess she was.
He couldn’t last. Her sex wrapped tight, and her nails scratched his skin. Her lips dropped to meet his as she all but ground on him as if trying to weld them together.
He swallowed her trembling cry, followed her over the edge, and came hard.
Holding her body against his as pleasure rolled on for a while longer—thank God he was lying down, because otherwise he might have fallen over and passed out, it had been so good.
Ginny slowed her restless motions, stroking a hand over his chest in a soothing caress. “Wow.”