Let Me In (10 page)

11

Tuck

             
“You asshole!” Kori’s shouted expletive reverberates throughout my living room as we are all focused on the tv.  Kori, Chase, and I are intent on the football game, and Avery and Chelsea are gossiping about Channing Tatum or some other useless shit.  “That ref is an idiot!  That was not holding.  Bunch of jackasses.”  Her grumbles trail off as she notices all of us staring at her and laughing.  I pull her to me as I kiss her on the cheek.  She’s so damn sexy when she’s watching football.
              “Babe, you’re going to give yourself a stroke if you don’t calm down.  Do you have money riding on this game or something?”
              She pushes off of my chest as she swats at me.  “No, Tucky.  I just want the Steelers to win.”
              I was beyond excited when I realized that my dream girl shares my love of my favorite football team.  Chase and I have always been big fans, and he pouted for weeks when he realized that Kori was a football fan.  He accused me of stealing her when he had called dibs at the bar the first time we saw her.  I told her that she could have chosen him if she had wanted him, but sadly for him, she is much too smart to succumb to his idiotic ways.  However, he and Avery seem to have a bit of a love/hate relationship going on.  I can tell that something has happened there, but he won’t admit to anything, which is not typical Chase behavior.  I wish they would both get over themselves and get together; they’re so much alike that they would be perfect for each other. 
              I haven’t concerned myself too much with Avery and Chase’s drama since my life with Kori has been so damn perfect.  I will never forget the day a few weeks ago when she told me she loved me for the first time.  Everything that has happened since then has been perfect.  I’m aware that I use the word perfect way too much these days, but nothing else describes the perfect way that I feel with Kori.  My life is perfect with Kori in my life and in my bed.  I must be turning into a pussy. 
              “What are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Chelsea directs her question to Chase, effectively snapping me out of my thoughts of Kori.  That’s a good thing because my thoughts have turned dirty, and I’m having a hard time hiding the erection that I’m suddenly sporting.
              “Tuck and I are driving home.  What about y’all?”
              We have an entire week off for Thanksgiving, and I haven’t been able to convince Kori to come home with me.  She keeps stalling me and making up half-hearted excuses.  I’m disappointed that she doesn’t want to meet my family.  I met her grandparents before we actually began seeing each other, and I’ve seen them several times since then.  I’m slightly pissed off that she won’t give my family the opportunity to get to know her.  Deep in my heart, I believe that it’s the same bullshit that she’s struggled with for the past six years; she thinks my family will judge her because of her father.  I know that they won’t do that.  Everybody has some sort of drama in their lives that they would prefer to stick in a dark and dusty closet and never think about again.  It isn’t our place to judge them for somebody else’s actions, but I know that Kori isn’t at that level of self-awareness yet.  I hope she gets there soon, because I really want to show her off to my family.
              Chelsea groans good-naturedly.  “I have to go with my parents to visit my grandparents in Virginia.  We go every year, and every year I hate it.”
              Avery smirks at her.  “Is your cousin who kissed you going to be there this year?”
              Chelsea throws a handful of chips at her friend and flips her off.  “He was my third cousin, you bitch.  And I’m never telling you anything again.”
              Chase and I start laughing.  “Wait a minute,” Chase wheezes out, “your cousin kissed you?  Isn’t that illegal?”
              “Yes, you ass.  He kissed me.  I didn’t want him to.  I kicked his ass after he did it.”
              Chase and I continue to laugh as Chelsea blushes.  “I hate all of you,” she mumbles.
              “What are you doing for Thanksgiving, Avery?” Chase asks.
              “I’ll spend the first half of the week with my dad, then the second half of the week with my mom and her new boyfriend,” she explains with just a hint of bitterness.  She explains more when she notices our confused looks.  “He’s only five years older than me.”  She shoots Chase a glare.  “If you make a cougar joke, I swear I will cut your balls off with a dull spoon.”
              “Noted,” Chase says with a grin.
              Kori has sat on the couch with all of her attention seemingly focused on the game instead of the conversation that we are having.  I know that she hears us, and I also know that she wants to avoid the conversation of Thanksgiving plans because she doesn’t want me to ask her to come with me again.  She doesn’t need to worry; I’m not going to ask her again.  I’ve asked her three times, and I refuse to beg any more.  Instead of arguing with her about it, I wrap my arms around her and watch the game. 

              Later that night after Avery and Chelsea go home and Chase goes to wherever it is that Chase goes, Kori and I are finally alone in my bed.  She’s still wearing her jersey from earlier, and all she has on with it are a pair of black lace panties.  It isn’t a regulation NFL uniform, but she is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
              “Tuck,” she says to me, interrupting me kissing her neck.  When I don’t make a move away from her, she repeats my name and pushes at my chest.  I finally pull away from her with a pout.  What could she have to talk about that could possibly be more important than what I was in the process of doing?
              “I was wondering if your offer of coming with you for Thanksgiving is still good,” she says nervously.
                I can’t help the huge smile that is on my face.  This is fucking fantastic.  “Of course it is.  Are you thinking about coming?” I can’t help the hope that is evident in my voice.  So much for playing it cool.  It’s official – I am a pussy.
              “If you still want me to, I would really love to go with you.  I’m extremely nervous about meeting your family, but if you want me to go I will.”
              I crush her in a huge hug.  “Yes, I want you to come with me.  My family is going to love you.  I’ve talked about you so much that they already feel like they know you anyway.  What made you change your mind?”
              She shrugs her shoulders and gives a small smile.  “I don’t know.  I really want to see where you grew up.  And I really don’t want to spend the entire week away from you.”  In typical Kori fashion, she is playing it cool.  She always tries to keep hidden all the emotions that are underneath her tough exterior. 
              “You are the best, Kor.  I love you so much.”  I then proceed to show her how much I love her as I pull her jersey up over her head, revealing her black lace bra.  Fucking perfection.  I take a moment to appreciate how beautiful she looks before I undo the clasp of her bra in the back with one hand, throwing it across the bed.  I suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth as my hand massages her other breast.  My dick already has my boxers tented, and I am genuinely afraid it will burst if it gets any harder.  I thrust into Kori with just two thin scraps of fabric separating me from her.  I moan as she wraps her hand around me and strokes me up and down. 
              “Off,” she mutters as I quickly push my boxers down at her command.  Since I’m completely naked, it’s only fair that she should match.  I slowly drag her panties down her legs, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping a present.  Granted, that would make me a perverted kid, but at this moment, I don’t see where that’s a problem. 
              I spread her legs apart with my knees and let my eyes and hands take a tour of her body.  I start at her feet with her sexy red toenails then travel the length of her long legs.  I take a slight detour between her legs as I soak up the local cuisine that is distinctly Kori.  Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.  Her moans and breathy whispers have me straining to finish what I’ve started.  Before I can appreciate any more of this wonderful land of Kori, she lifts her hips up and wraps her legs around me.  I oblige her pleas as I slide into her.  Every time I’m with Kori is the best I’ve ever had.  She’s my oasis in the desert, my nirvana to a wicked sinner, my everything.  I thrust into her over and over as her nails rake up my back.  I love when she does that.  I grab her legs and lift them over my arms as I pump.  I can feel her muscles clenching as I lick her neck and ear.  She tastes so good right there.  I groan as her fingers grip into my muscles, and we both come together. I stay in her until we are both completely depleted, then I lean down and kiss her on the mouth. 
              “Every time, Kori.  Every damn time you amaze me.”  She returns my kiss with passion. 
              “I love you, Tuck.  Thank you for making me let you in.”  I smile because I know exactly what she’s talking about.  I’m glad she took a chance on us; I just pray I don’t ever make her regret that chance.

12

Kori

              I cannot believe that I agreed to spend Thanksgiving with Tuck and his family.  I know how much he really wanted me to go, but I had absolutely no intention of going with him.  However, my grandparents starting talking to me about how I really needed to go visit my dad in prison.  My dad.  The man who murdered their daughter.  How in the hell did they think that was a good idea?  Since I really didn’t want to fight with them, I did the only thing I could possibly think to do.  I told them I already had plans to go with Tuck to his family’s.  On the good side, they swallowed my lie.  On the bad side, I now have to spend Thanksgiving with Tuck’s family. 
Dammit.
              We loaded everything into Tuck’s truck this morning.  He insisted that I bring my guitar with me, so it’s resting beside Chase in the back seat.  Our luggage is in the bed of the truck, but they both know me well enough not to suggest that Patsy ride in the bed also.
              The three hour drive passes quickly as we talk and laugh.  Chase loudly sings along to every song that comes on the radio.  His voice is absolutely horrific; he should be really glad that he’s so pretty to make up for the God-awful racket that he tries to pass off as singing.
              We finally reach Carterville, the small town outside of Nashville where Chase and Tuck grew up.  We drop Chase off at his house with a promise to see him later in the week.  As we make our way to Tuck’s house, I can feel the nerves begin to set in.  Tuck can tell that I’m getting nervous, so he reaches over and threads his fingers through mine. 
              “It’s going to be fine,” he assures me.  “If it’s not, I’ll take you home.  I promise.”  I nod my head since I’m pretty sure I’ll vomit if I open my mouth to answer.  This behavior is so out of character for me.  I never get this nervous before I go on stage, so I’m not certain how to act right now.  Before I have a chance to analyze it anymore, we pull into a driveway. 
              “We’re here,” Tuck brightly announces.  I want to punch him and his happiness right in the mouth.  Can’t he see that I’m freaking out?
              His dad and stepmom’s house is gigantic.  It’s an English Tudor mansion with immaculate landscaping around it.  I can vaguely see a four-car garage on the side, and I immediately feel out of place.  What am I doing here with my old guitar and emotional baggage? 
              Tuck parks his truck in front of the massive house and grabs our stuff out of the bed.  He wraps his hand around mine and tugs me forward with him. 
              “Relax.  They’ll love you.” 
              As soon as we walk through the door, I’m engulfed with the smell of freshly baked cookies.  It reminds me of my grandma’s cooking, and it immediately sets me at ease.  I look around in awe at the affluent furnishings.  Even though the house is huge and opulent, there is a certain hominess about it that is comforting.  I feel my nervousness dissipating a little bit.
              “Tuck!” Two matching girls scream as they race down the stairs and plow into Tuck.  They both are jumping up and down and hugging him.  I know that their names are Carly and Blaire, but I can’t tell them apart.
              “Carly, Blaire, I want you both to meet Kori.  Kori, these two demons are my twin sisters, Carly and Blaire.”  I make a mental note that Carly has a few freckles sprinkled lightly across her nose as I give them both a quick hug.  Their excitement is contagious as they prattle on about how excited they are to see us.  They grab us both by the hand and pull us further into the house.  We step into a state-of-the-art kitchen, and my nerves immediately strangle me again as I notice an older man and woman standing at the bar, lost in an embrace.
              “Ew, Mom and Dad,” Blaire whines out. 
              “Gross,” Carly interjects.  “Cut it out.”
              They pull apart sheepishly and come toward us.  Tuck has his arms outstretched as he anticipates his hug, but they brush right past him and pull me into a hug. 
              “Kori, we are so happy to finally meet you.  Tuck has been talking about you nonstop.  Welcome to our home.”
              With that warm welcome, all of my nervousness melts away.  They have put me completely at ease with their warmth.  I think that seeing them act so passionate with one another helped me.  I never saw that growing up in my house, and it’s nice to see that parents can be normal and loving, not violent and hateful. 

              The next few days spent with Tuck’s family are perfect.  I had no idea that a family could be like this.  It’s obvious that Tuck’s sisters adore him, and his dad and stepmom seem to think that his visit home will only be outdone by the Messiah’s second coming.  There have been few awkward moments, but I seem to fit into the Hayes’ home pretty effortlessly.
              The night before Thanksgiving, Tuck insists on us going into Nashville for some fun.  Chase and a couple of Tuck’s cousins are planning on meeting us there.
              As I’m bustling about our bedroom getting ready, Tuck is sprawled across the bed watching me.  I tug on a short lace skirt and pull a sequined purple tank top over my head, being careful not to mess up my hair or makeup.  I throw on a pair of tall brown boots and shrug into my brown distressed leather jacket and I’m ready to go.  Even though we’re in Nashville, I don’t want to look like a cookie cutter and rock the traditional country girl look.  I think I’ve succeeded.
              “Damn, Kori.  I’m going to have to kick somebody’s ass tonight,” Tuck grumbles as he stretches on the bed.  He’s wearing his signature blue jeans that fit him perfectly.  This pair is a little faded and distressed, but not because he bought them that way.  He once again has on a faded band tshirt that has pulled up from him stretching.  I’m momentarily distracted by the trail of hair that leads into his jeans.  I smirk thinking about how it’s appropriately named a happy trail.  It certainly does make me happy every time I follow it.
              “No you won’t, Tucky.  Cause who am I going home with?”
              “Me,” he growls as he grabs my wrists and pulls me on top of him.  His hands slide under my short skirt and cup my ass.  I gasp when he grinds me into his hardness.
              “Tuck,” I breathe out.  “We have to stop.  We have to meet Chase and your cousins, remember?”  I giggle as he groans in pain but moves me off of him.  He slaps me on my butt as we make our way to the door. 
              “Later, Kor, later.  You will be mine tonight.”
              We haven’t had sex the entire time that we’ve been here.  It’s been too weird to me to even think about having sex with Tuck when his sisters and parents are in the same house as us.  I know that we’re both adults, but I don’t want to be disrespectful to Gary and Alice.
              “I’m gonna get you liquored up so that I can have my way with you,” Tuck jokes, earning a death glare from me.  He laughs.  “I know how you get when you drink, babe.”
              I elbow him in the ribs and hiss for him to shut up.  Gary and Alice are sitting in front of the TV as we make our way to the front of the house.  Tuck leans down and whispers in my ear.
              “You get horny when you drink.  You can’t keep your hands or your tongue off of me.”  His hand skates down my back and settles on my ass.  He gives it a gentle tap before I manage to gently push him away from me. 
              I fight back a smile because I know that he’s right.  Drinking seems to bring out my inner sex goddess.  I seem to always want to be with Tuck, but my desire is always magnified when I get a little bit of alcohol in me.  Damn him for trying to exploit that in front of his parents.  I shoot another death glare his way, but he just has a smug, sexy smile on his face.  He had better be glad I love him.
              This is my first trip to Nashville, and I’m amazed at all the sights.  All the lights and buildings are overwhelming, and I get the feeling that I’m the country mouse in the big city.  Tuck grew up here, so he’s able to provide a running commentary for everything that I’m seeing.  I suddenly realize that I don’t care what the reason is that finally convinced me to come with Tuck this week; I’m really happy that I’m here with him.  This week has been perfect so far, and it’s all because of Tuck.
              He parks the truck in a public garage, and we make our way into the crisp November air.  It’s been unseasonably warm this week, but there is still a bite of fall in the air.  He wraps his arm around my waist as we make our way down the block to the bar.  He pays our cover at the door and we push our way through the throng of people. 
              “Chase is close to the stage.  Just follow me.”
              I cling tightly to Tuck’s hand as his massive body pushes through the crowd.  We finally reach our table where Chase and two extremely good-looking guys are sitting.  They look at me expectantly as Tuck makes the introductions.
              “Kori, these are my cousins Neal and Spencer.  Guys, this is Kori, my girlfriend.”
              Neal, the blonde one, stands to wrap me in a tight hug.  He’s several inches shorter than Tuck, but his arms are massive.  “It’s good to meet you, Kori.  Thanks for bringing this asshat out tonight.”  He smiles, showing a dimple in each cheek.  What is it about these Hayes men?  They are all too sexy for their own good.
              Spencer slaps Neal in the back of the head.  “Quit hogging her, man.  Let me get a hug.”  Neal lets me go as Spencer pulls me into a hug.  His hair is buzzed down short, and the little bit that is there is a coppery color.  His brown eyes are warm and comforting and I’m immediately at ease.  He’s just as good looking as his brother, even though his arms aren’t quite as muscular.  I’m once again reminded of how good their gene pool must be.  “Kori, are you sure you’re in love with my asshole cousin?  I would hate for you to have to settle for second best when I’m right here in front of you.”  He says all of this with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
              Chase steps in to stop the flirting.  “Guys, I wouldn’t try to do that if I were you.  Kori will rip you a new one.  I would hate for her to make up a song about you that is less than flattering.” 
              I laugh as Chase refers to our first meeting.  “Nah, guys.  I think I picked the right one.  But if he fucks up, I’ll give you a call, okay?”
              Chase, Spence, and Neal all laugh as Tuck flips them off.  He pulls me into his lap and nuzzles my neck.  “Never happening, guys.  So stay away.”

              I’m enjoying myself immensely.  The entire time that we’ve been here, there has been a constant stream of singers on stage.  Some of them are really good, and I’m itching to get up on stage.  I’m surprised when Chase reaches underneath the table and slides my guitar across to me. 
              “What is this?” I stammer out.
              Tuck shifts in his seat and looks slightly uncomfortable.  “Babe, don’t be mad.  I got Chase to come down earlier today and sign you up to perform.  I wanted it to be a surprise.”
              I’m stunned into silence.  I can’t believe he would do something that nice for me.  All I can do is gape at him while my mind is running through the list of songs that I can choose from.
              “Shit, you’re pissed.  I’m sorry, Kor.  You don’t have to sing; I just thought you would want to.  You love doing this at home.”
              I shut him up by wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.  “Quit talking.  I love it, and I love you.  Thanks for doing this.”
              I slide across the table and hug Chase, pressing a quick kiss onto his cheek.  “Thanks, Chase.”  He gives me a big smile and nods his head.  I’m so blessed to have these guys.  They’re the best.
              My name is called within five minutes of Tuck revealing his plan of me to sing.  I’m thankful that I haven’t drunk too much as I make my way to the stage with my guitar in hand.  I step behind the microphone and feel the bright lights all the way down to my soul.  This isn’t a songwriter’s night, so I’ve decided to do like all the other performers and sing a cover. 
              “Hey, guys.  I’m Kori, and I’m thankful that you guys are letting me sing tonight.  I’m doing a cover of The Civil Wars’ “The One That Got Away”.  Hope you enjoy it.”  And with that introduction, I let the music take me over. 
              This song is complete perfection in its original form, but it goes against my grain to sing something exactly the way another artist does.  So I make my guitar playing a little rougher and harder in some places.  My raspy voice makes the song rougher than its original version, and I’m satisfied with the way it sounds.  I don’t consider myself on the same musical genius level as The Civil Wars, but I make do with what I have.  As my voice lets the last note fades away, my body snaps back to the present.  I smile at the crowd and nod my head as they clap and whistle.  I look over at our table, and Tuck and the guys are on their feet.  I feel as if I am floating as I make my way over to them and wrap my arms around Tuck.
              “Kori, that was fanfuckingtastic.  So beautiful.  I think it was the best I’ve ever heard you do.”  He kisses me in a way that he normally saves for the bedroom.  “I’m so proud of you.”
              I blush at his affection and praise, and Chase immediately calls for shots.  I look over at Neal and Spencer who are staring at me with their mouths open.
              “Guys,” I snap my fingers in their direction.  “What’s wrong with you two?”
              They both shake their head and give me their dimpled smiles.  Spencer quickly stammers out, “Kori, I had no idea.  You are awesome.  Will you marry me?”
              Tuck slaps the back of Spencer’s head at his impertinent question, but I just laugh.  I thank him and quickly attempt to change the topic.  As much as I love to perform, I’ve never felt comfortable receiving praise for what I do.  I perform to make myself happy, and it’s just an added bonus if it happens to make other people happy as well.
              The rest of the night passes quickly as we laugh and joke and drink.  I enjoy seeing Tuck interact with his cousins.  It’s obvious that these four guys are very close with each other; if you didn’t know better, you would think they were all brothers.  They remind me of a masculine version of Avery, Chelsea, and me.  Although I think that Avery is probably much cruder than any of them could dream of being.
              Tuck did exactly what he had informed me he would do.  He got me substantially liquored up to the point of extreme horniness.  He didn’t drink very much since he knew he had to drive home, so he carries my guitar as I stumble my way down the sidewalk to the parking garage.  I run my hands across his chest and down into his pants.  I laugh as he gently pushes me away and mutters something about getting arrested for indecent exposure. 
              We finally reach the truck and Tuck puts Patsy in the back seat.  He helps me into my seat and attempts to buckle me in, but I brush his hands away.  As soon as he slides into his seat and shuts his door, I crawl across the console and straddle him. 
              “Hey,” I whisper.
              “Hey yourself,” he whispers back.
              My slightly drunken lips meet his warm, soft ones.  I love kissing Tuck.  I quickly have a silent drunken reverie about how he should have majored in kissing because he is so phenomenal at it.  But then that would mean that he would have to kiss a bunch of different girls, and that would piss me off.  I mentally chastise my drunken self and get back to the here and now with Tuck.  His kisses send chills down my body.  My skirt is hiked up around my waist, and my panties are soaked.  His thumb skates around the edge of my panties and presses into me.  I moan into his mouth as my body starts demanding more. 
              My hands fumble with the button on his pants.  I want to scream in frustration as I struggle to unbutton them.  He’s distracting me entirely too much for me to focus.  Tuck chuckles as he undoes the button, and I eagerly pull them down a bit, allowing him to spring free from his sinfully tight boxer briefs.  His hands drift up under my tank top and he yanks my bra down.  He massages my breasts as his lips continue their assault on my lips.  I pull my panties to the side and sink down onto Tuck, setting a rocking motion that reaches deep inside me.  He places his hands on my hips and picks me up and down, simultaneously making a front to back motion.  The windows are fogged up, and a miniscule part of my conscience is scolding me for getting it on in a parking garage in downtown Nashville.  Then Tuck flexes his hips up and pulls me down hard at the same moment, and all reasonable thought flies out of my mind as my orgasm takes over.  My body clenches his, allowing him to find his release.    I continue to rock on him until every bit is gone, and I reluctantly pull off of him and straighten my clothes.  Tuck gives me a wicked smile as he pulls his pants back up.  He leans over and gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
              “I really love drunk Kori.”
              “Whatever.  I’m not drunk; I’m just tipsy.  There is a difference.”
              He laughs at my logic.  “I don’t care what the difference is; I love every form of Kori that there is.  You’re perfect.”
              I smile because it truly was the perfect ending to an already perfect night.