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Slow Ride. Carrie Alexander
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isbn 9781472029287
Автор произведения Carrie Alexander
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
She needed him inside her
She was fixated on it, waiting breathlessly for him to take her. She needed it badly. Now.
His fingers danced between her thighs, then retreated to stroke her backside, each intimate touch sending another shock wave reverberating through her. His tongue swirled into the shallow cup of her belly button. Even that was intense and erotic.
“It’s okay,” Rory said, pushing to her elbows. “I’m ready. You can—uh…you know.”
Tucker looked up, his expression as taunting as his fingers. “Tell me.”
She did. Two words that left nothing to the imagination. No sense in being coy about it.
“I’ll get to that,” he promised, “soon enough.”
“But you must be hurting by now. I know I am.”
He smiled tightly. “Let me take this trip my way. The slow, scenic route.”
“Whatever you like. But don’t say I didn’t offer.”
His hot-as-sin gaze traveled down her body. “Darling, there’s no missing your open invitation.”
Dear Reader,
Do you believe in fate? I often wonder how couples that were “meant to be” find each other. Fate’s got to play a part. But if that’s so, what happens when fate is fiddled with? Or was that also meant to be? Hmm…
Tucker and Rory, the fated couple in the third book of the LOCK & KEY trilogy, come together at a key party, where random matches are the name of the game. Or maybe not. <g> With this book I wanted to explore a different type of falling in love. Not love at first sight, but a slower realization that relies on an attraction of minds and personalities as well as physical heat. Though there’s no lack of that, for certain!
I hope you enjoy traveling with Tucker and Rory on their Slow Ride to love.
Carrie Alexander
Slow Ride
Carrie Alexander
For my key partners, Jamie and Shannon, with thanks and appreciation. Working with two of my favorite writers was a true pleasure!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
1
“WANT TO SLIP IT TO ME?” a sultry, spray-tanned blonde said to Tucker Schulz at the crowded entrance of Clementine’s. When he paused, astonished, she giggled and leaned over to shimmy her breasts against his arm. “Your key, silly boy.” Her shiny lips puckered as she ran her hand over his midriff. “Mmm…to start with, anyway. Nice abs.”
He realized that he was supposed to insert his key into the locket nestled between her cleavage and his biceps. This would entail prying his hand out of the pocket of the black denim jeans that had suddenly grown tight.
“I’ll catch you later,” he said to the willing blonde, strangely unwilling himself. The meat market at the Marina dance clubs wasn’t his usual scene. Then again, neither was turning women down.
“Remind me again why I’m here,” he shouted to his old friend, Nolan Baylor, as they entered the hot, pulsing atmosphere of the high-decibel party. Clementine’s, a popular nightclub that featured gold-rush decor juxtaposed with a contemporary dance floor, was packed with a shrill crowd of young, single and trendy San Franciscans. Tonight’s event was a charity key party. The expectation of sexual chemistry was so thick in the air Tuck could taste it in the back of his throat.
“See there, at three o’clock?” Nolan nudged Tucker with his elbow. Their eyes followed the swaying mini-skirt of a Chinese enchantress whose slim hips could probably talk dirty in five languages. “That’s why you’re here. The hot babes.”
Beneath his breath, Tuck whistled appreciatively. “Nope, that’s why you are here. But wasn’t it supposed to be one hot babe in particular?”
Nolan nodded. “Doesn’t hurt to look.”
“It’ll hurt plenty if Mikki catches you.” Tuck chuckled as a server skimmed by with a tray of used glasses. “The phrase ‘balls on a platter’ comes to mind.”
Nolan took the familiar ribbing with a wry grin. On a mission to find his ex-wife, Mikki Corelli, he’d donated a small fortune to the charity’s building fund to guarantee the reunion via the supposedly random matching of locks and keys guests had received at the door as they’d turned in their tickets.
“Unlock the Possibilities” was the theme for the evening. Tuck fingered the small key he’d shoved into his jeans’ pocket. He’d rather be opening a cold beer and kicking back to watch the Giants play the Mariners, but when a buddy needed a wingman….
“Did you wear a cup?” he asked, thinking of Mikki and the stilettos she favored.
Nolan placed a defensive hand over his fly. His laugh wasn’t altogether convincing. “You’ll have to be my bodyguard.”
“No way. I’m not getting between you and Mikki on this one.” Nolan planned to tell the hot little mama whom he’d married during law school that their quickie Mexican divorce decree had crumbled like a cheap tortilla. Her explosion might rock harder than the Northridge earthquake.
“You do have my sympathy,” Tuck added as they pushed deeper into the crowd. One zap of Mikki Corelli’s electric-blue eyes could shock a man to the core, even when he wasn’t delivering unwelcome news.
But that was Nolan and Mikki. They were meant for each other, even if their love-hate relationship was too tempestuous for Tuck’s taste.
Keeping his dealings with women at a flirtatious level was his preference, one that had worked out fine for him ever since he’d been fifteen and asked his very first blonde to come for a ride. Surfboards, motorbikes, convertibles…himself. Any conveyance would do, as long as the coupling was fast and sweet.
He was thirty-two now, which added up to seventeen years of fast rides.
Sweat sprang up on the nape of Tucker’s neck. He pulled at the collar of the nancy-boy purple silk shirt his older sister Didi had forced on him. Either he was too old for this game or the weekly—sometimes daily—haranguing of his four siblings was finally getting to him. Happily married one and all, they thought Tuck’s life wouldn’t be complete until he was, too. And they weren’t shy about airing their opinions and advice.
They’d already been successful at luring him into a permanent address. Several of the family had invested in an apartment building that he managed and lived in while completing the lengthy renovation process.
Marriage was the logical next step; Didi was pressing the charms of her single friend Charla hard. If Tuck wasn’t careful about what bed he hopped into, one of these mornings he’d wake up to find himself fully settled down with a wife beside him and a passel of kids in the next room.
Nolan stopped short. “There