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CW: Oral sex, squirting, lots of dirty talk, discussions of assault, drug use, and discussions of drugs and domestic violence.
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BUCKY
BUCKY'S TRAILER || EDEN, KENTUCKY
"You want a beer?" I ask as we step inside my trailer and I quickly shut the door.
We walked around the backroads and came in through the back gate to avoid Laura seeing us. Thankfully, the lights in the house were off. I'm not sure how I'm gonna sneak Sadie out in the morning without getting caught, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
"Sure." She looks around the trailer and whistles.
"This is nice, Bucky."
"Thanks," I chuckle, opening the fridge and grabbing two bottles of Corona. "Clint set it up for me."
"Ugh, he's an Angel on Earth, I swear to God," she murmurs as I hand her one.
"He really is. He's a damn good friend. Called me all the time when I was in prison."
She smiles at me, reaching out and placing her hand over my heart. It starts to thump faster the second she makes contact. That's what she does to me, turns my nervous system into complete chaos.
"I would have called you."
"Yeah?" I tease. "What would we have talked about."
"Things that I'm sure the guards would have loved to hear."
I chuckle and gently grasp her waist, pulling her until her body is flush with mine.
"If we're gonna have phone sex, I don't want you moaning for anyone else but me."
Blush blooms across her cheeks and she sticks out that pouty bottom lip. I can't help myself, dipping my head to take it between my teeth. When I tug, she giggles and we devolve into one of the sweetest kisses I've had since I was a fucking teenager. It feels like a prom night kiss. The kind of kiss that feels like it means everything, like you'd die without it. I don't know if it's because I'm so goddamn vulnerable right now, but it does mean everything. She means everything.
I need to chill out. I've known this woman for a week, but I can't stay away from her.
As she pulls back, she bites that bottom lip and my eyes dance around her face. She's got gorgeous skin and soft freckles peppered on the bridge of her nose. Her dark blue eyes sparkle like the night sky and she bites her lip.
"I'd have phone sex with you. Or we could do it over FaceTime."
"Yeah," I breathe. "You could put on a little show for me."
"Or vice versa," she counters with a smirk.
"That works too. I'm not opposed to switching it up."
I tuck a curl behind her ear as lust grows heavier in the pit of my stomach. I invited her over because I want to prove to her that I'm serious, that I can be a fucking boyfriend, even though I haven't been a boyfriend for years now. The pain I saw in her eyes earlier, the jealousy... that shit is still sticking with me. I told Maria Hill to fuck off after what she said about Sadie. She's not damaged goods, she's bright and beautiful with her entire life ahead of her. But she's here in Eden, taking care of her father. Normally, I'd find it admirable, but I think in Sadie's case, it probably feels more like the universe is weighing on her shoulders than anything else. I know she loves her dad, and I know she'd do anything for him, but there's a part of me that's angry at Steve for putting all of this on a 23 year old.
