Page 32 of Hot Times in Heart Falls, Vignettes Vol 3

“Emergency stash.”

Relief melted into gratitude. “Colour me impressed.”

He turned the wrapper over then winced. “Shit.”

Damn it. If something was wrong, she didn’t have any backup condoms nearby. “What?”

“These were supposed to be a gag gift. For Luke’s birthday. They’re—uh—glow in the dark.”

She blinked. Then amusement flooded in and she laughed, the sound breaking over them full of delight. “Oh my God. That’s perfect.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, mentioning my brother during sex is officially off-limits in the future, but yes. The condom is absolutely perfect. Use it.”

He groaned but laughed too as he tore the wrapper open and slid it on. And then he was beneath her again, and nothing else mattered.

She shifted her hips, breath catching as he slid inside. The stretch of it, the heat—it was overwhelming and grounding all at once. Their foreheads pressed together, and everything stilled for a heartbeat.

“God, Tucker.”

“Still good?” His voice was hoarse.

“Spectacular.”

They found their rhythm quickly—slow to start, a rocking sync that matched the years they’d danced around this. But tension built fast, each movement steeped in years of repressed want, and soon his hands were clutching her hips, guiding her down onto him harder, deeper.

She rose to meet him, twisted her angle just slightly, and when he groaned against her skin, she laughed breathlessly, triumphant. Driving him to the edge was its own kind of pleasure.

His hand slipped between them.

Her breath hitched. “Oh⁠—”

He found her clit with maddening precision, circling, pressing, teasing until her thighs quivered and her breath became uneven.

“Tucker—”

“Let go,” he whispered against her skin. “Come again for me, goddess.”

She did. Her body bowed as release slammed through her, her cry muffled against his throat. He followed, hips thrusting up with desperate rhythm, his own release tearing from his chest in a low shout.

They stayed like that for a long, hazy moment—clinging, panting, sweat-slicked skin pressed close.

Ginny shifted and her shoulder bumped the light switch on the wall.

Click.

The overhead light snapped off. The faint glimmer filtering in from the yard light was just enough to reveal a soft, pulsing glow between their bodies. Ginny blinked, then leaned back to check.

Her laughter broke the silence. “Oh my God. It really does glow.”

Tucker dropped his forehead onto her shoulder with a groan. “Never living this down.”

“You mean I’m never going to survive. This is golden fodder for girl gossip, and I can’t tell a soul.”

He muttered something unintelligible, kissed her shoulder anyway, then reached for a towel from the bench. They cleaned up together, slow and gentle, trading quiet kisses and sleepy grins.

They curled back under the blanket, Ginny tucked against his chest. For the first time in a long, long while, she let herself truly rest.