Page 71 of Tuck & Roll

“You’ll be fine.” He turned to talk to her, coming up short when she was only a step away. Fuck, he was tired of her climbing up his ass. “You’ve got four more weeks and you can call me if you go into labor.”

Taylor’s lips were pinched as she shot daggers at him with her eyes.

“Taylor. Honest to God, I need some time to myself.”

She must have realized that he was serious and she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She waddled off to her room and slammed the door.

“Thank God,” he muttered in relief.

He wasn’t kidding about needing time to himself. If she wasn’t hounding him for sex, she was driving him bat shit crazy wanting to buy furniture for the third room she wanted to convert into a nursery. He did concede to buying the car seat, a box of diapers, a box of wipes and a couple of outfits. That was as far as he was willing to commit until he knew the baby was his.

She didn’t get it, but once the baby was here, whether it was his or not, she was out of here. When it was time to leave the hospital with the baby, he was going to drop them at her parents’ house and force them to deal with her.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, completely drained. He needed to get out of here for a while. His sanity demanded it.

He grabbed his bike keys and headed for the door. He paused with his hand on the knob and dropped his head. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, he backtracked and knocked on Taylor’s door. “Taylor? I’m going out for a little while. I’ll be back later.”

No response. Big surprise.

Fuck it. He was out of there. He took his bike the long way to the clubhouse, enjoying the sun on his face and the feel of his bike speeding down the back roads. He’d hardly had any time on his bike lately and he’d missed it more than he could say. Another thing he really missed was hanging out at the clubhouse and chilling with his brothers.

Once he got there, he planned to have a few beers, maybe fuck a sweetbutt and forget about everything for a few hours. The idea of fucking a sweetbutt didn’t sit well with him, but waking up every morning with a hard dick after dreaming of Kylie was getting old. There were only so many hand jobs he could give himself in the shower before he started to seriously fear that if he didn’t fuck someone soon, his dick was going to fall off.

How had his life turned into such chaos?

He parked his bike out front and entered the clubhouse. He looked around and saw Tulsa and Chris shooting pool with a couple of sweetbutts hanging out with them. Cutter and Miles were behind the bar serving drinks to Race, Dagger and Maverick. Jackson, Jed and Trick were watching some baseball game on the big screen. Bellamy, Lindsey and Calliope all sat gathered around one of the tables to the side, playing with Harper. He was on the verge of relaxing when Darren came around the corner and spotted him.

Tuck took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. Cutter popped the top and set one in front of him. He tipped it back and drained quite a bit before he set it on the bar. Darren took a seat at the bar as well, with one stool between them. Was his friend trying to force a confrontation? He screwed his eyes tight and counted to five, trying to calm his temper. “Give me a shot of tequila.”

Cutter handed him a shot and he tossed it back. “Gimme another.” He waved his glass at him and tossed that one back, too.

“You plan on avoiding me for the rest of your life?” Darren asked.

“Thinking about it,” Tuck admitted without looking at him. The need to punch him in the face and then the nuts was strong and growing stronger.

“How do you plan on doing that with us in the same club?” Darren pushed.

Tuck remained silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then he thought, if Darren wanted to do this, fuck it. He’d give it to him. “How long have you been fucking Kylie behind my back?”

“Is that what you think?” Darren smiled. It was like the fucker was purposely trying to piss him off.

“Yeah. That’s what I think. You were supposed to keep an eye on my woman and keep her safe, not fuck her.” Tuck turned on his stool to face Darren, his temper rising the more he thought about it. “So how long?”

Darren laughed and shook his head. “Brother, you do not know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really? Enlighten me.” Before Darren could respond, Tuck went on. “You mean that wasn’t you with Kylie at the doctor’s office getting the news that she was pregnant?” Tuck was on a roll and missed how the noise level had dropped significantly. Everyone in the room was focused on his and Darren’s conversation and he was too far gone to keep from airing his dirty laundry in front of his brothers and their wives. He slowly slid from his stool, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Yeah, that was me with Kylie.” Darren matched his movements and slid from his stool as well. “And she is pregnant.”

“You cock sucking motherfucker!” He pulled his arm back, ready to beat the shit out of one of his brothers.

“With your baby, you dumbass.” Darren dropped a doozy of a bomb. “How’s that for enlightenment?”

Tuck’s arm slowly lowered. “What? There is no way that baby is mine. We never had sex without a condom.” What the fuck was going on? All he seemed to be doing lately was denying the possibility of being the father of women’s babies. How insane was that?

“Yes, we did. You just don’t remember it.” The sound of Kylie’s voice coming from the direction of the hallway had him spinning around. What faced him was one very pissed off woman. He had a brief moment to think that he may have seriously fucked up. Again.

She walked right up to him and jammed her finger into his chest and he had to admit it hurt. A lot.

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