Tucker
Joey’s warm, familiar hands made themselves comfortable on my backside.
“Hey!” I protested.
“Just claiming what’s mine,” he teased.
“If I find out that any of that purple chalk on your hands found its way onto my pants…”
His eyes glinted wickedly. “You’ll what?”
“Make you sleep outside for a week.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m not trying to be fun. I’m trying to put the finishing touches on my grand re-opening.”
“It’s all going to be perfect,” Joey assured me. “The permits are signed, the electrical, the plumbing, and the roof are in tip top shape. The parking lot is paved, the basketball hoops are level, the ribbon is waiting to be cut…”
“All right,” I grumbled. “I get it. Nothing will go wrong.”
He grinned, grabbed me, and pressed me into the wall.
Joey
Tucker’s soft body yielded underneath me, and my hands roamed over her.
“You have to stop,” she gasped. “Or they’re going to let someone else do the speech.”
“Like who? You’re the only one who cares about this place.”
She gave me a dirty look. “The new crew, the mayor, and the three thousand residents outside might beg to differ.”
“Braggart.”
“Shut up.” She blushed prettily.
I kissed her, long and hard. I didn’t let her go until she was panting.
“We’ll finish that later,” I promised.
“If you’re lucky.”
“I’m pretty lucky.”
Tucker swatted my hands away and grabbed the giant scissors.
“Let’s go,” she commanded.
“I’m right behind you.”
I winced as she turned and I spied two distinct, chalky handprints on either ass cheek. I kept my mouth shut though. I was pretty sure when I handed her the ring in front of her three thousand adoring fans, she’d forgive me.
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Promises Made, Promises Broken - SYTYCW (Bad Reputation)
DragosteJoey is too charming for words, drifting through college on a trust fund and a gorgeous smile. Tucker is kind-hearted and community minded, without an ounce of patience for guys with big trucks and even bigger egos. Both are trying to outrun their...
