Heiress and the Cowboy – Justice Book 2 Read Online Ella Goode

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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
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“Oh, Tuck.” Shit.

I might be as bad as his father too. Why hadn’t I ever thought about the impact losing his mom might have had on him? My parents might drive me nuts, but I’m not sure what I’d do without them. The only thing the two of them can ever agree on is me.

“I want you. Always have. Don’t ever think otherwise,” he admits, raising our connected hands to his mouth and placing a kiss on mine. Tears spring to my eyes, but I hold them back. I’m ill-prepared to deal with vulnerable Tuck. But I love that he’s showing me this side of him.

“We’re so different, Tuck. It would never work.” I’m not sure if I believe what I’m telling him, but damn am I scared of him breaking my heart. It’s a foreign feeling to me. Nothing ever frightens me. I guess I’ve never had to worry about someone breaking it before. Once Tuck bruised it all those years ago, I’ve kept it locked up safely.

“There’s something here.” He surprises me by pulling on my hand until I’m sitting in his lap. “You’re the only girl I ever wanted before.” He brushes his mouth against my jaw. “All these years and I still fantasize about you.”

“Tucker,” I breathe, licking my lips. “What do you fantasize about doing to me?”

“Sometimes I think about showing up at one of your parties and dragging you off into the next room and fucking you hard enough that everyone hears, and there’d be no mistaking you were mine,” he whispers against my ear before pressing a kiss on my neck. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.

“You’d never do that.” Tuck doesn’t enjoy attention on himself. He’d hate every second of it. It’s not even the fucking me in the next room part that is turning me on. It’s him making a very public claim that I belong to him. That’s what has me breathing heavily and wet between my thighs.

“Never,” he agrees. I shift, trying to get off his lap, but he stops me. “No one hears you come but me. It’s why I don’t have my hand up your dress right now.”

“We’re here,” the driver says. I realize we’re back at my building.

“Thank you for taking care of me last night. It was really sweet of you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He plucks me off his lap, setting me back into my seat before he opens the door and gets out. A moment later, he’s opening mine and offering me his hand.

“Don’t you have to get back to the ranch?” I ask as I take his hand. He leads me inside, straight to the elevator. I’ve heard the Justice men can be relentless when they want something, but I thought that was only in business deals. I’m starting to see it’s in all things.

“I want you to come to the ranch with me.” He hits the button for my floor.

“I can’t.”

“You can.” He pulls me close. He leans down, nuzzling my neck. The elevator's door slides open, and I try to scurry out of his hold. He lets me, but I don’t get far. He keeps his fingers tangled with mine, but the second the door closes behind us, he’s on me.

He pins me to the door, his mouth coming to mine. His hand slips up under my dress into my panties. There is no hiding my desire for this man. I’m soaked. All it takes is a few touches or even words from him and I’m turned on.

He’s right. There is something between us. I feel it too. No one else gets this kind of reaction from my body but him. It’s always been that way.

“Tucker.” I grip his shoulders as his rough fingers go to my clit. The pressure he’s applying is perfect. He reads my body too damn well.

“Say you’ll come.”

“I’ll come.” His fingers stop moving.

“Cam.” He growls against my mouth. “You’ll come to the ranch.”

“Tucker, please,” I beg.

“Say it. Come home with me for a few days.” His fingers graze my clit. I’m so close already. I try to push myself against him, but he doesn't let me. His other hand on my hips keeps me pinned into place and under his control. I whimper. “Say it.”

“I’ll come home with you!” No sooner are the words out of my mouth than his lips are already back on mine. His fingers move against my clit, sending me over the edge into mindless pleasure.

CHAPTER 9

TUCKER

“The helicopter’s not flying any faster by you wearing down our floorboards,” comments my cousin, Calder. His wife-to-be, Birdie Rodgers, smothers a smile behind a napkin. The two are having breakfast in a sunroom overlooking the south lawn where the copter will land. Since they usually eat in their bedroom, this was obviously done to irritate the fuck out of me.


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