Free Second Hope Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

surrounding them.
    He moved faster. And faster. Harder. Deeper. She dug her fingers deep into his skin as her pussy tightened around him, quivering and pulsating. She brought her hips up against his, meeting him push for push. They were grasping at each other. He rubbed his hand along her breasts, molding her flesh, gripping her hips. She licked his nipples, took each flat bud into her mouth and gave each one attention until he moaned from the pleasure that ripped through him, landing like a heavy weight in his groin.
    She screamed out. “I’m there!”
    “Yes, baby!” He gripped her tight ass and drew her closer. Feeling her body tense.
    Knowing she’d reached her plateau sent him flying over the cliff. Sensation began at his toes and oozed like maple syrup upward through his veins, lodging in his balls and growing like a raging fire until it exploded, sending beads of pleasure throughout him. He wanted to yell, he wanted to pound the backboard—but instead he dragged Hope closer, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “You will be the death of me.”
     
    CHAPTER SIX
 
    Long after Tucker had fallen asleep and his even breathing was the only sound in the dark room, Hope lay awake, nestled in the warm, secure curve of his arm. Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them away.
    Her tears weren’t from sadness. Something far more dangerous loomed. She was overcome with a feeling of being home.
    This couldn’t happen. She’d left for a reason.
    Loss had driven them apart.
    She thought back to the one night after a fundraising event. They’d come home and had an argument over something meaningless. After they’d yelled and slammed a few doors, they’d ended up in a heated frenzy in bed. Pent-up energy had surged between them like a whirlwind, old feelings flying and anger releasing.
    It was a new beginning between them. They’d agreed to let go of all the hurt feelings of losing a baby. They’d even agreed to not getting pregnant again. They were working hard in their careers and would concentrate on their marriage.
    Then she’d gotten pregnant again, without Tucker’s knowledge.
    Hope clutched the edge of the sheet as she remembered how excited and scared she’d been.
    After going over her choices, she’d decided not tell Tucker—not just yet. Keeping it hidden from him hadn’t been easy, but the pain of seeing him hurt again would have been too much to endure.
    Three months had passed. She was almost past the first trimester, and it was time to have an ultrasound. She was hopeful that the pregnancy would be viable—they could have a child together. All of their wishes and dreams would come true.
    The night before her doctor’s visit, she wanted to tell him. They’d gone to dinner together, they’d laughed and times were good again. The ocean of distance had shrunk. She couldn’t wait to tell him about the baby but had plans to tell him the right way.
    They came home late and she’d gone to the bathroom to slip into something sexy. She found that she was bleeding. And she’d been to this position enough to realize it was like all of the other times.
    Telling him hadn’t been an option. She’d made an excuse that she was feeling tired and she’d gone to bed. Once he’d fallen asleep, she’d done the hardest thing she’d ever had to do in her life.
    Packing a small suitcase, not caring what she’d grabbed, she’d tossed her life away—but she could have never gone back to the detachment, the anger and hurt again.
    After a week, he’d stopped calling. The texts became less. Two months had passed and he no longer attempted to reach her.
    Talking to him would have diminished her reserve. She’d have gone back, but she believed he deserved better.
    Her body wouldn’t allow her to carry a child, and he wanted a family. He’d always talked of having a son by his side on the land. And a girl he could spoil rotten—a girl like his little niece Becca.
    She reminded herself that love came with