Page 65 of Hell & Back

She wasn’t convinced that waiting for Darren to come to them was the best idea. She was afraid that giving him too much time alone in his head would make it harder to convince him to come home. Tuck was right when he said Darren was an honorable man. The more time he had to think about what happened with Sadie, the more time he had to talk himself into believing he wasn’t worthy of Kylie. And nothing could be further from the truth. One of her biggest fears was that he would try to end things between them.

“You ready to go?” He settled his hands on her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.

“Yes. I’m ready.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his middle before he could get away. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and held him tight. “I love you so much, Tuck. I love Darren so much, too. I just want us all to be together again.”

He tipped her head back and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “We will be. Come on.” His hand slipped down to take hers, pulling her along behind him to the kitchen where a peach cobbler sat on the counter.

“Are you sure we need to take this with us?” He leaned down, inhaled deeply and groaned. “Damn. Smells so good.”

“Yes, we have to bring it.” She picked it up and couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tuck was eying the dessert she’d made to take with them to Race and Bellamy’s.

He led the way to the front door. “Promise me something?” Tuck asked.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Promise me you’ll do your best to have a good time tonight. Promise that you won’t dwell on how much you miss Darren or how much you worry about him as long as we’re at Race and Bellamy’s. He’s back and he’s safe and he wouldn’t want you to work yourself up to the point you make yourself sick. Can you do that?”

For Tuck she would try. “Yes.”

He held the door open, allowing her to exit first, then pulled it closed and locked it behind them. His hand settled on her lower back as he guided her across the front lawns. He knocked on the door then cupped both her cheeks in his hands and leaned down to kiss her while they waited. She thought it would be a quick peck on the lips like before, but he surprised her when he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving inside to dance with hers. If she hadn’t been holding the cobbler she would have wound her hands around his neck and told him to take her home to take care of the fire he’d started inside her.

He pulled back, ending the kiss long before she was ready. She slowly opened her eyes to see him beaming down at her. He’d made her weak in the knees and successfully fanned the flames of desire. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I am.”

Completely lost in the kiss and its effect on her, she hadn’t noticed the door opening until Bellamy chuckled, “Should I close the door and come back in a few minutes?”

“Why are you making out on my doorstep?” Race growled from over his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t you have your own doorstep to do that on?”

Kylie pulled back, causing Tuck’s hands to fall away and felt her face flush a deep red. She couldn’t believe they’d been so wrapped up in the kiss that they’d been caught making out on Race’s front porch like a couple of teenagers.

“Now look what you did. You embarrassed my woman.” He chuckled and gave her a little nudge, trying to get her to go inside as Bellamy put a hand to Race’s chest and pushed him out of the way so they could enter.

Race was chuckling as they stepped inside. As Kylie moved past him, his attention snagged on the dessert she was carrying. “Is that peach cobbler?” He inhaled deeply and groaned in appreciation.

“Yes, and you’re lucky I was able to get it over here without Tuck digging into it.” She gave him a stern look over her shoulder. Not the least bit intimidated, he winked and flashed her a mischievous smile. Good grief. The man was way too dangerous to her heart and her libido and he knew it.

“I was just getting ready to pull dinner out of the oven if you’re ready to eat.” Bellamy looked cute with her hair in a ponytail, dark gray yoga pants and white sweater covered in a frilly white apron. Instead of wearing the heels she was known to wear, she had on a pair of cute white furry slippers with bunny ears sticking out from the top.

“Smells amazing,” Tuck complimented her as they followed her to the kitchen. “Nice shoes.”

“Thanks. Race got them thinking he was being funny and I’d never wear them. Ha, ha. The joke’s on him.” She smirked with an arched brow at her husband.

“I got her a matching—” Bellamy slapped her hand over his mouth to stop whatever he was going to say after that. He laughed and pushed her hand away.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, her face flushing a bright red.

“I’m not, baby. Settle down.” He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. He swatted her butt as she walked away to pour a pan of rice into a serving dish to bring to the table. Race pulled a hot dish out of the oven and brought it to set next to the rice.

“Wow, Bellamy. This smells so good,” Kylie commented.

“It’s chicken enchiladas and Mexican rice,” Bellamy replied while Race put serving utensils in each dish.

“What would you like to drink?” She listed off their choices, but before she could get them, Race told her to have a seat and he’d get them. Kylie was aware that the often times hard ass Sons of Redemption president had a soft side for his wife. Seeing this domesticated side of Race was interesting and somewhat contradictory to the man he was around the clubhouse with the brothers. She hid a smile behind her napkin, thinking Race wouldn’t appreciate that she thought his actions sweet.

“Go ahead and help yourselves,” Bellamy waved at the food.

Tuck didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for the spatula and served himself a couple of enchiladas before putting a couple on Kylie’s plate. Then he repeated the process with the rice.

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