Page 51 of Tuck & Roll

“Damn, woman. You made my legs weak,” he choked.

Kylie giggled. “Mine are a little shaky, too,” she panted.

They both fell quiet for a moment, until their breathing eased and they were able to talk without running out of breath. “I missed you, Kylie.”

“Missed you, too, Garrett.” Her voice was soft and quiet. She was on the verge of passing out on him. He’d give her some time, then he was going to have her again. This time he was going to take his time and enjoy making her beg.

He waited until he knew she was asleep and only then did he whisper, “Love you, Kylie Jo.”

“Well, Chief, you solve our problem yet?” Chet was getting tired of dealing with the incompetent man. He wished Crockett would give him the word to take care of him. He’d gladly do it with a smile on his face.

“I had my cousin raid the Sons clubhouse and they came up empty. They couldn’t find a single flash drive in the whole place,” was the chief’s answer.

Chet released a heavy sigh. “Was Kylie there?”

“Yes, but she wasn’t alone. We found the room she must be using as an office. She had two computers set up and two more in boxes. They smashed them all to pieces. There’s no way she’ll be able to get anything off of them.”

Unfortunately, while Chet agreed Kylie wouldn’t be able to get information off of busted equipment, she was smart enough to pick up where she left off once she got new equipment. He’d been asking around about her and from what everyone was telling him, she was quite the computer genius. According to some, there wasn’t a thing the woman couldn’t do on a computer. All things considered, he was beginning to think his time skimming money from the Sons was at an end. He’d already talked with Crockett and given him a heads up that it was time to pull out. They’d ridden this gravy train as long as they could.

Chet wasn’t stupid. If the woman was as smart as they say, she was piecing things together and would have all the information she needed to connect him, Chief Whitener and possibly the Phantom Fury MC together. Once the Sons found out how much money he’d stolen and given to his club, the war they’d been trying to instigate would begin. He wanted to laugh at the irony that the Sons were inadvertently financing the guns that would be used to take them out.

“I don’t think I can trust you to take care of our problem any longer. And because of that, your kickback will be coming to an end.” He rocked back in his lush office chair as his eyes drifted toward his couch. A lovely blonde with a subtle shade of red was sprawled out the way he’d left her after he’d fucked her into unconsciousness. Her arms were above her head, bound together at the wrists with the thong she’d been wearing under her short black dress. She had one foot in a sexy black stiletto on the floor while her other leg was lying along the back of the couch with her foot hooked over the top. He could see his cum dripping from her neatly trimmed pussy from here. She’d told him to wear a condom, but he’d deliberately ignored her. Who was he to give a fuck if she had to explain to her husband how she ended up with another man’s jizz in her?

“I can take care of this. It’ll just take a little more time. The woman is never alone. If I could get my hands on her, I could find out what she did with the drive.”

Chet pretended to think on it. “One more chance. Don’t fail me. You’ll have to reach me on my cell phone because things around here are getting too hot for me to stay at Bottoms Up.”

“Where are you going?” Chief Whitener asked.

“I’ll be around. I’m not going far. We still have some cleaning up to do before Crockett comes to town.” With that, he hung up.

The one thing he was going to miss most of all when he left his job here was the exceptional pussy to be had in Redemption. Not only the dancers, but some of the classy patrons that walked through the front door looking for a good time.

His eyes wandered from the tips of the woman’s red-colored manicured nails down her creamy white arms, stopping a moment to enjoy the mussed hair he’d created when he fisted it in his hands and the smeared red lipstick around her full, lush mouth. Fuck, the things that woman could do with that mouth. His dick came instantly to life. He leisurely stroked his cock where it had been hanging out of his pants that he’d failed to zip up as he took Whitener’s call.

He took to his feet, letting his dress slacks fall to the floor and pooling at his bare feet. He stepped out of them on his way to the blonde who was starting to stir. Her brown eyes fluttered open and a hesitant smile spread across her face.

“Ready for more?” He didn’t give her time to respond. With one knee to the couch, he flipped her over to her stomach and hiked her hips so that she was kneeling. He spit in his hand, then rubbed it on his dick. Lining himself up at her tight puckered hole, he eased the head in. He completely ignored her pleas to stop. It was all about him, wasn’t it? His pleasure. His release.

He was tired of playing the gentleman.

“Shut the fuck up. It gets better. You’re gonna love it, Kylie.” With the head of his cock inside her ass, he thrust until he was buried balls deep. He slapped a hand over her mouth to silence her scream and continued to keep it covered until he was finished. He pulled out and went in search of his pants. He pulled them up, shoved his softening dick inside and zipped up.

To the whimpering woman on his couch, he said, “Get up. Get dressed and get out.”

He dropped into his seat behind his desk, thinking to himself, this was one video he was going to enjoy watching over and over again as he pretended it was Kylie he was fucking until she cried. He was a Goddamn Phantom Fury after all.

9

Kylie woke the next morning with an urgent need to use the bathroom and to get a cup of coffee. After she took care of business, she headed toward the kitchen, stopping and peeking inside Darren’s bedroom along the way. The door was open and the bed still made. Apparently, he hadn’t come home last night.

Since he didn’t have one of those single cup pod type coffee makers, she set about making a full pot. “Good morning, baby.” Tuck slipped his arms around her from behind, then dipped and nuzzled the side of her neck.

“Good morning.” She smiled as he copped a feel. “I don’t think Darren came home last night.”

“Nope. He didn’t. He knew I’d be fucking you all night.” He stepped to the side so he could see her face and wiggled his brows up and down while smiling like a loon.

Tuck had done that. He had fucked her two more times, giving her at least two orgasms each time. They only took a break to eat, drink or soak in the tub.

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