Free Tucker (The Family Simon) by Juliana Stone

intense. They traveled from her mouth, down to her breasts and then back up again.
    “You didn’t wear this dress for your own pleasure. You wore this dress because you knew it would drive me fucking crazy. Cooper isn’t going to leave you alone.”
    Eventually she found her voice and spoke lightly, as if this was a game, and not something that had her heart in her throat. “Is it working?”
    Tucker’s fingers splayed across her back, resting just above the swell of her butt, his heat searing her skin.
    “Guess we’re gonna find out.”
    With that he prodded her forward, but his hand never left her body.

Chapter Nine
     
    By eleven o’clock, Tucker wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get through the rest of the night without either A) punching his cousin Cooper in the throat or B) finding some dark corner and kissing Abby until he couldn’t breathe.
    So what exactly did that say about him?
    Abby Mathews was his friend, goddammit. Friend. Pal. Confidant. As in the girl who was off limits—at least where the sex part came into play—but right now the sex part was pretty much all Tucker was focused on.
    All he could think about was Abby Mathews. Her mouth. Her smile. Her eyes. Her breasts. The way she smelled—light and fresh with a hint of something exotic—and the way she laughed so easily you just knew it wasn’t forced.
    Then there was that fine butt barely covered by a dress made for sinning.
    The carnal thoughts going through his head were X-rated, and even though he tried to keep his eyes off of her, he couldn’t. He felt like a goddamn teenager all over again, one who wanted to mark territory that he had no business marking.
    He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, and not because his leg was cramped or anything. He was horny as fuck and the evidence between his legs wasn’t something he wanted his mother to catch sight of. Not when he’d just spent the last few hours trying to convince her that she’d read everything wrong.
    He’d assured his parents that he and Abby were just friends. More than once because his mother has asked more than once. Hell, even Abby had smiled sweetly and said the same thing, but his mother had just shook her head as if she knew a secret they didn’t and smiled at them.
    Even then , his mother had still questioned him about the status of their relationship, asking him if he was going to bring her out to White Haven, the family home up the coast, or maybe up to the cottage in Canada. She made a point to let him know the place was empty for the next few months.
    Tucker had stayed pretty close to Abby throughout the evening, and she still managed to flirt outrageously with Cooper—which was why he wanted to punch his cousin in the throat—as well as Maverick. Shit, you’d think the two of them had never seen a beautiful woman before. They were like bees flitting around a pot of honey, and it was driving Tucker fucking crazy.
    He had no business getting crazy or anything else for that matter, and yet he was getting tired of fighting the questions. Tired of lusting after a woman he knew he was no good for. But hell, he was only human.
    He wanted her. plain and simple, and if he was reading the signals right, she wanted him to—and that was a problem. Contrary to whatever the hell notion was going on inside his mother’s head, he and Abby were friends. Shit, if Tucker was gonna be real honest with himself, he’d venture to say that over the last six months or so, she’d become his closest friend.
    She knew things about him he hadn’t shared with anyone. Things about Marley and the life that never happened. Things he hadn’t even shared with his twin Teague or brother Beau.
    There were some things that were still unsaid, some things he didn’t feel right sharing with anyone, but for the most part Abby knew everything.
    He knew his head was still screwed up over his wife, so how could he entertain the thought of some sort of relationship when there were so many