Page 22 of Tuck & Roll

“What?”

“I want you to call me Garret in moments like these.” He smoothed his thumb across the apple of her cheek.

Moments like these? Did that mean there would be more moments to look forward to?

“Kiss me, Garrett.”

He growled and lowered his mouth to hover just above hers. “I love it when you say my name all breathless like that.” His mouth dropped the rest of the way, sealing his lips over hers.

There was no hesitation, no second guessing herself. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue inside to plunder. She raised her arms so that she could dig her hands into his silky soft hair. She fought to hold back the groan dying to slip free at the same time her body sank into his. The feel of his very hard dick digging into her stomach only made her hunger for more. Memories of him pushing her against his door and burying his cock inside her played on the backs of her eyelids.

Until her back met the rough bark of a tree, she hadn’t realized that Garrett had slowly been maneuvering her away from the cliff and farther into the dark shadows. She groaned her disappointment when he ended the kiss, pulling his mouth from hers. The disappointment was short lived as she felt his mouth on her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Her nipples tightened painfully under her shirt, almost desperate for his attention.

She couldn’t suppress the moan he elicited when his hand slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and slowly slid its way to her breast. He took one breast in his hand and rubbed his thumb across her nipple, the lace of her bra adding extra friction. His mouth covered hers again in a hungry, seeking kiss.

Kylie’s panties grew wet at the feel of Tuck’s other hand tugging at the button to her jeans. Next went the zipper. Oh God. She could barely think straight. Part of her knew she shouldn’t let him go any further, but part of her was a horny little bitch who was in desperate need of Tuck’s touch.

She gasped against his mouth when he slipped first one then two fingers inside her. She pulled her mouth away, panting heavily. “Garrett,” she whispered.

“So fucking wet, Kylie Jo,” he spoke into her neck. “I love how wet you get for me. I wanna see how much wetter I can get you.”

“Wha-?”

She was stunned when he dropped to his knees and grasped the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. She was even more stunned when he buried his face between her legs and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, baby. Love your smell. Gonna eat you now.”

“Holy shit!” was all she could think to say at the first feel of his tongue between her legs.

“Gonna need you to open up a little more.” He reached for one of her boots and pulled it off then slipped her leg out of her jeans so he could place her bare leg over his shoulder. “There. Much better.”

His mouth dropped to her pussy once again. This time, he held nothing back. He licked and sucked and thrust his tongue inside her pussy, quickly driving her to a fast-approaching orgasm. God, it felt so good. If she could have this every day for the rest of her life, she’d die a happy woman. It went without saying, having his hard cock every day would make her even happier.

“Garrett. Feels so good,” she panted and buried one of her hands in his hair. Her eyes were half mast as she peered down her body to watch what he was doing. His eyes met hers and he hummed against her clit. “Fuck. Garrett.” She was embarrassingly close to coming already. It wouldn’t take much more to have her exploding.

Two of his fingers thrust inside her, driving her closer to the brink. Her hips tipped forward a little more, getting him right where she wanted him. The hard pinch of her nipple, combined with everything else he was doing to her, caused her to snap. “Garrett! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She ground her clit against his mouth, riding out the last tremors of her orgasm, leaving her legs to feel like jello.

Garrett kissed her inner thigh, then gently lowered her leg from his shoulder. He slipped her leg back in her jeans and helped her raise them to her hips. While she was fastening them closed, he slipped her foot into her boot and tied it. He rose to his feet and cupped her face in both of his hands. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come on my mouth.” He kissed her tenderly and stepped back.

“Now it’s my turn to return the favor.” She reached for his belt buckle. The sound of his phone ringing had him stilling her hands. “Hello? Yeah. Um. Fucking bad timing, Race.” He looked at Kylie, a frown on his face. “Okay. I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Yeah. See ya.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he said, “Sorry, baby. Gotta go.”

“But, what about you? I was going to,” she trailed off, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Yeah. I was looking forward to that, too.” He settled his hands on her hips, pulling her closer until she felt his erection against her stomach. He tipped her head back, capturing her mouth in a drugging kiss. He pulled back, kissed the top of her head and captured her hand then led her to his bike so he could take her home.

He pulled up in her driveway and laid another kiss on her after walking her to her door. He dropped his forehead to hers and regrettably, told her he had to go. He waited for her to get in the house before he started his bike and disappeared into the night.

As she climbed into bed and shut off the light, she replayed everything that happened tonight. She was confused. The way he kissed her made her feel like maybe he might feel something for her other than friendship. Could it be possible? He’d said he didn’t know what to do with her. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t want to blow up their friendship. Then he’d gone down on her and she’d lost her mind. Garrett was really good at that. If he hadn’t gotten the call from Race, would he have let her return the favor?

Settling deeper under her covers, she hoped that he remembered what happened between them tonight. At least he hadn’t called her by another woman’s name.

4

It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it was hotter than hell. Kylie couldn’t wait to get inside Bottoms Up and cool off. Her car’s air conditioner was in need of more coolant and wasn’t performing very well. The money she’d gotten from Race was going to pay for that. The soonest appointment she could get was in two days. She could ask her brother-in-law, Alan, but didn’t like to encroach on his family time with her sister and nieces.

The muffled music thumped through the walls as she walked across the parking lot toward the front door. This computer would be the last one she needed to install the security program on for the Sons of Redemption businesses. She still needed to do Race’s computer at the clubhouse, but he said she could do his last.

Upon entering, she was stopped by the bouncer working the door. She told him who she was and why she was there. He pulled out his phone and said a few words to whoever answered on the other end. He nodded his head at something the other person said and hung up. “Go ahead. Chet’s expecting you.” He held an inner door open and motioned her through.

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