Page 57 of Tuck & Roll

What the ever-loving fuck?! She couldn’t possibly be seeing what she thought she was seeing. Surely, that wasn’t a naked Taylor straddling Tuck’s naked body, with her head thrown back and her hands settled over his where they grasped her tits.

Taylor’s head whipped around, a look on her face that could either be shock or guilt. One thing was for certain, the expression quickly spread to a smug satisfaction that Kylie had found Tuck and Taylor in a compromising situation. She should have known Taylor would get what she wanted one way or the other.

She pulled the bedroom door closed with a violent yank, the sound loud in the quiet house.

That was it. No fucking way. She couldn’t do it and it really didn’t matter anyway considering Taylor won. Again.

She sped through his house and out the front door, slamming that one behind her as well. She raced across the yard and hopped on the back of Darren’s motorcycle. It was a miracle that she found her way without tripping, her eyes full of tears. He didn’t ask any questions, just handed her the helmet she’d taken off, started his bike and took off just as Tuck showed up in the doorway in his underwear.

Her heart was so broken and she was so sick to her stomach she was afraid she might throw up on Darren’s back. They made it two blocks before she frantically patted his leg to pull over. She barely had time to get of the bike and make it to the side of the street before she threw up. She was so caught up in the pain threatening to crack her chest wide open that she jerked at the sudden appearance of napkins in front of her face. She wiped her mouth and thanked him. Why was it, lately, she found herself throwing up in front of him and then thanking him for taking care of her?

“Kylie, honey. What happened?” His voice was soft as he guided her away from what little she’d thrown up. He eased her down on the curb and slipped a reassuring arm around her shoulders.

“I’m such an idiot. I knew it. I knew she’d pull something like this. She never wanted me to have Tuck and I should have seen it coming.”

“Seen what coming?” he coaxed as he used his thumbs to wipe her tears.

“That she would do anything to have him.”

“Can you give me a little more?”

“When I went inside, I called out for Tuck. When he didn’t answer, I thought maybe he was in the shower so I went to his room. The door was partially open, and I pushed it the rest of the way open.” She closed her eyes, seeing it in live technicolor all over again. “She was naked and straddling him. His hands were on her boobs with her hands over his and she was moaning with her head thrown back. I must have made a noise because her head jerked toward the door. At first she looked surprised or guilty maybe, then she smiled like she was letting me know she won.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Are you sure that’s exactly what you saw?” Darren tightened his grip on her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Oh yeah. I never thought I’d see so much naked Taylor.” She shivered and dropped her head to his shoulder. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

“Not a problem. I’ve got your back. Always.” He gave her a squeeze, then asked, “You ready to head home? Or do you want me to hit a drive through and grab you some breakfast?”

She shook her head. “I just want to go home.” She felt suddenly drained, both physically and emotionally.

He helped her up and they both got on his bike. Before he could start it up, she asked, “Can we take the long way home?”

“You got it.”

She didn’t know how long they rode or where exactly he’d taken her, but it was exactly what she needed. By the time they got back to his house, it was close to lunch. She wasn’t very hungry, but Darren forced her to eat some soup just to get something in her. Once they’d both eaten something, they settled on the couch and searched for something to watch. They decided on the new Netflix series Reacher. Alan Ritchson played Jack Reacher and the guy was smoking hot. She looked at the T.V. then to Darren and back again.

“What?” he asked. His phone dinged and he checked the caller I.D. before setting it on the table next to him. It had been dinging fairly regularly and she was guessing it was Tuck. As soon as they’d gotten home she’d seen she had six texts and three voicemails from him. Not up to dealing with anything, she shut her phone off.

“If he had a beard, he’d look an awful lot like you.”

He snorted in disbelief.

“It wasn’t meant as an insult. The guy his seriously hot and I know you own a mirror, so it can’t be lost on you that you’re seriously hot, too.”

Darren looked decidedly uncomfortable with this turn in conversation. “Are you blushing?” she teased.

“No,” he adamantly denied, then got up from the couch. “You want a Sprite while I grab a beer?”

“Yes, please.” She waited until he left the room before she allowed herself to giggle. Who would have thought a big, badass biker would get embarrassed at being called seriously hot?

He returned, handed her the soda and resumed his seat.

“Can you do that?” She sat in the middle of the couch, her legs pulled up to her chest, holding her drink in both hands.

“Do what?” he asked, his attention on the show they were watching.

“All that fancy hand-to-hand combat stuff he’s doing. He makes it look so easy.”

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