Page 35 of Ride or Dies

I ignored the curious looks I got from the people in the main room and went straight to Mason’s door. Just as I reached for it, however, I stopped. I couldn’t go in there like this. I didn’t know how involved he was in what had happened, but he was injured and needed his rest. I couldn’t just bust in there and demand answers.

“Evie.”

I closed my eyes as Tucker said my name, and two hot tears slipped down my cheeks. “Go away.”

“No.” He touched my arm and I jerked away. He sighed. “Will you please just listen to me?”

I turned, opening my eyes and letting him see everything I was feeling. “Why don’t you go tell it to Becca James?”

A strange, almost angry look passed over Tucker’s face and he shook his head. “How do you not know this already? It’s you, Evie. It’s always been you.”

And then, as if he needed to make certain I understood what he meant, he grabbed my shoulders and yanked me to him, his mouth slamming into mine and taking my breath away.

Chapter Nineteen

Evie

Ifell back onto Tucker’s bed without knowing how we’d even gotten into his room. And with his hands quickly stripping off my clothes and an almost frantic sort of heat burning in his eyes, I didn’t care about the logistics. I just wanted him.

As he reached behind me to unfasten my bra, I grabbed his t-shirt, trying to get it over his head so I could finally see just how good the years had been to him. Even though he’d already seen me naked, I hadn’t gotten the same privilege, and I wasn’t going to be denied this time.

Damn. Bradshaw genetics were completely unfair to the rest of the human race.

My greedy gaze ate him up, from his movie-star good looks to his lean torso where every muscle looked like it’d been carved from marble. Well, if marble statues had tattoos. A pair of dog tags with the initials EB and a date from twelve years ago were right over his heart. Elton Bradshaw. His father.

Continuing down his body, my eyes traced a tree that covered most of the right side of his rib cage. There were initials on each branch—EB and SB at the top with a heart between them. As he turned to take off his jeans, I saw that under them were LB, MB, and then JB, along with a newer tattoo—IS. I smiled as I realized he’d added his sister’s soon-to-be wife’s initials with his family. And then, near Jenna’s initials, there was one more set. EH.

My heart caught in my throat. “Tucker, are those…?” I couldn’t bring myself to ask the question, because the follow-up one would be obvious.

Why.

“Your initials.” His expression was calm, without a hint of embarrassment. “No matter what happens between us—you and me, or my brothers and you, or all four of us—you’re family.” He bent and brushed his lips across mine, a hint of humor coming into those dark eyes. “But, for the record, I’ve never thought of you as a sister.”

“Good to know.” I put my hand on his cheek, running my thumb along his bottom lip. “And also for the record, I’ve never thought of you guys as brothers. Assholes, yes. But not brothers.”

Tucker chuckled and leaned into me for another kiss. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him with me as I stretched out on his bed. I didn’t know if it was because of what happened between us before, or just because it was him, but whatever the reason, having him over me, our bodies brushing against each other, just felt natural.

One of his hands circled my breast, plumping it up as he kissed his way down my neck to where he could take my nipple into his mouth. As gentle as his touch was, his mouth wasn’t. He sucked hard, each pull of his mouth sending an electric jolt right through me.

“Tucker.” I moaned his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I arched my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth.

His tongue moved over my nipple, soft wet circles that sent shivers down my spine. I shifted my body, the heat of his cock searing my hip, the coarse hair on his thighs chafing the delicate skin on my inner thighs. Each sensation built on the last, mixing with the other things my senses were telling me, surrounding me with everything that was Tucker.

The scent of leather and oil and exhaust, similar to his brothers, but with that slight difference that made it unique to him. Each breath was a reminder of the man above me, touching me.

His face, so familiar but still different from the boy I’d known, tipped up toward me. He’d been a popular teenager, the sort that all the girls went after—either because of his bad boy image or in spite of it—and the years since I’d seen him last had matured his features, but he was still gorgeous.

“One day, I’m gonna take you to a nice hotel and spend an entire night worshipping you with my mouth.” He nipped at the side of my breast. “But right now, I gotta know what it feels like to be inside you.”

“Yes, please,” I said in a rush.

“You sure you’re not too sore?” He pushed himself up onto his knees and reached toward the bedside table. “I mean, my brothers aren’t exactly gentle—”

“I told Mason that rule number one when it comes to sharing me is no comparisons.”

“That’s okay.” Tucker grinned as he rolled on a condom. “We’ll just wait until we’re all taking you at the same time and do the comparisons ourselves.”

I would’ve laughed at the comment, but I was distracted by the thought of being with all three men at the same time. Then Tucker’s fingers were between my legs, stroking and caressing as my eyes rolled back. His laugh had me forcing my eyes open so I could meet his.

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