Tucker Chapter, PT. 2

Being near him made her feel like she could be a different person… But she wasn’t willing to break all the rules just yet.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to lie to Jesse or my dad,” she said.

Tucker didn’t do a good job of hiding his irritation. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes moving over her body as he shook his head.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” he growled before he tugged her toward him and spun to pin her in the open doorway of his car. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I don’t,” she began, but was cut off when his mouth latched onto hers.

He kissed her deeply. She was dimly aware of her backpack falling to the ground as he tugged her against him so she couldn’t fail to feel his erection. She gripped his shirt as the space between her legs pulsed.

“Don’t you want me?” he panted as he brushed kisses over her cheek and gripped her ass.

“Of course I do,” she whispered, shamelessly tipping her head back to give him better access. God, she needed to be touched like this. She was starving, burning up. There were so many desires trapped inside her. So much she wanted to set free, so much she wanted to experience...

Guilt cut through her carnal desires. Good Christian girls waited. Good Christian girls didn’t let their boyfriends put their tongues in their mouths or let them touch their breasts. Good Christian girls would walk away, but she stayed put. She hadn’t been a good Christian girl for nearly nine months. On the surface, she looked and acted the same. She attended church, had the same friends, and continued to be a dedicated student. But no one knew that she was playing a sick, twisted game with her stepbrother.

Jesse’s late night visits continued. He hadn’t been put off by her dating, as she’d hoped. She pretended to sleep and during the day, pretended they had a wholesome, innocent relationship. The shame of it ate away at her and preyed on her mind. She hated that she was still responding to him, so she allowed Tucker to touch and taste and reveled in the freedom to act on her pent-up desires.

“You feel so good,” Tucker rasped as he gripped her breast.

She instinctively arched into his touch.

“God, you’re so hot for me. Come with me,” he growled.

“I can’t,” she whined and glanced around, reason asserting itself now that he wasn’t kissing her. “We can’t do this. Somebody might see! I have to…”

In a sudden move that took her by surprise, he picked her up and carried her to the back of his Bronco and pinned her against the cool metal.

“Now, no one can see us,” he said huskily.

She stared at the surrounding trees, which gave them a false sense of privacy, before she looked back at Tucker, who was staring at her with a determination that made her tense. “Tucker, I can’t…”

“You don’t want to give me your cherry yet, I get it, but I can give you a preview of what I can do for you.”

 She tensed and braced her hands on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“Shh,” he cooed as he undid the button of her shorts.

She grasped his wrist, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good,” he said against her lips. “Come on, give me this at least. Let me touch you.”

“Y-you want to touch me there?” she whispered, scandalized.

He stared at her for a moment before he shook his head. “You’re such an innocent. It’s a miracle no one’s got to you before now. I guess I have Jesse to thank for that.”

He tested her grip on him before he pulled down her zipper. Her hands shook as they fell away. This was dangerous. She knew that, but she couldn’t find the will to stop him as he lifted her shirt to examine her underwear.

“Of course you’re wearing pink,” he said with masculine approval. “So pretty and perfect.”

“Tucker?”

She wasn’t sure if he kissed her because he heard the uncertainty in her tone. If that was so, it was a good strategy. It was distracting enough to wipe any thought of resistance from her mind. She felt his excitement and urgency as his hand brushed over the front of her. She gasped and was thankful for his bumper, which gave her something to sit on when her legs gave out.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he panted as he adjusted his hand. “I want you to come on my fingers. God, you feel…”

One minute he was pressed against her and the next, he was gone. She opened her eyes and stared at the empty space where Tucker had been without comprehension before she heard a shout and then a sickening thud. She rose on shaky legs, rounded the vehicle, and froze.

Jesse was straddling Tucker, who was splayed out on the pavement, face smeared with blood. Even as she watched, Jesse drew back his fist and rammed it into Tucker’s face. Blood spurted as Tucker’s head snapped to the side. As her hands clapped over her mouth in horror, Jesse drew back his fist again.

“Jesse, stop!” she screamed.

He landed another punch before she clutched his swinging arm before he killed Tucker.

“Stop!”

Her desperate shriek finally seemed to penetrate the haze. Jesse stilled. She clung to his arm to make sure he didn’t land another blow. Tucker had a split lip, a broken nose, and what might be a shattered cheekbone.

“What the hell, Jesse?” she whispered, shaken to the core.

As Jesse rose, she sank to her knees beside Tucker. She reached for him to make sure he was all right, but Jesse grabbed her arm and roughly hauled her to her feet. She looked up in time to witness the chilling look on his face as he issued a warning.

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”

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