Page 117 of Tuck & Roll

She lay across the edge of the tub, laughing her ass off. Leaning on the hand in the water, she dropped her head and came eye to eye with his hard on. Her laughter quickly died off as she stared at it. If she were only a couple of inches closer, she could take him in her mouth. As it was, he could feel her warm, panting breaths against his erection, making an already hard cock even more painful.

“Oh my.” Still she didn’t move. Damn it, her tongue peeked out and licked her lips again.

Enough. He couldn’t take it any longer. As badly as he would love to fuck the ever-loving shit out of Kylie, he couldn’t do that to his best friend, his brother. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he pushed her back so that she was on her knees again. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes full of heat. His eyes dropped to her chest and he swallowed hard.

She glanced down to see what drew Darren’s attention and giggled. “Oops. I’ve kind of made a mess. Sorry.”

Darren had to clear his throat in order to speak. “It’s okay. Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll finish up in here?”

“Yeah. I think you’re right. I need to get this wet shirt off.” She stood and moved toward the door. “If you need help getting out, just yell.”

“Yeah. I will.” Fuck no he wouldn’t yell. For God’s sake, he needed some relief. His dick was throbbing. He’d try to take care of it himself if he didn’t have to worry about her barging in and catching him.

It was hard, but he managed to wash his hair with one hand without causing himself any pain. He exited the tub, dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist since Kylie hadn’t thought to bring clean clothes for him to change into. At least it was the master bath and he didn’t have to walk down the hall like this.

Darren turned on the light next to his bed and decided he’d had enough excitement for one night. Holy shit. If she bumped into his dick one more time, he thought he might embarrass himself and shoot off like a bottle rocket. He pulled on a pair of gym shorts to sleep in then went back to the bathroom, hung his towel over the shower rod and went back to climb in bed.

He had his covers pulled up to his waist and was reaching to turn out the light when Tuck and Kylie entered his room. He frowned as he watched them both circle the end of his bed. Tuck turned on the lamp on his side and reached behind his back to pull his shirt off. Kylie pulled the covers back and climbed into bed, scooting toward the middle. Looking back at Tuck, he saw his friend stripping down to nothing.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed.” Tuck climbed in next to Kylie, pushing the covers down the bed. He rolled so that he was kneeling between Kylie’s spread legs. Right next to him. What the fuck was going on?

“Again. What are you doing?”

“I told you. We’re getting ready for bed and thought we’d fuck first.” He reached for the hem of Kylie’s nightgown and pulled it over her head, revealing her naked body underneath. He dropped to his stomach and slid down the bed so that his head was even with her pussy. He bent down and took a couple of swipes, causing Kylie to moan.

Holy God in Heaven. What was going on here?

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.” He buried his face in Kylie’s pussy again then inserted two fingers.

“Ohhh, yesss.” Kylie moaned and moved her legs restlessly.

“Do ya think you might wanna do this thinking in your own bed?” Darren swallowed hard. He was completely confused as to what the hell was going on. Was this Tuck paying him back for his dick getting hard when Kylie was giving him a bath? Was this his punishment for getting aroused when she’d innocently touched his dick? As punishments went this was a good one. Or a bad one, depending on how he looked at it.

“I’ve had a thing for Kylie most of my life. Then I got her and thought I couldn’t be happier. I always thought it would always be just her and me, but with everything that’s gone down, I’m afraid I’m not enough. I’m afraid I can’t take care of her alone. I think you and I together could do it.”

Darren watched as Tuck buried his mouth against Kylie’s pussy. He licked and sucked and finger fucked her until she was on fire. Wait. What did he just say? He was trying to rewind what Tuck had said in his mind when he heard, “Nipples.”

“What?” Darren choked.

“Her nipples. She likes them pinched when I’m going down on her. Pinch ’em hard.”

He felt like he was standing outside his body watching what was playing out in his bed. He was confused as hell, but the thought of touching Kylie’s nipples after having them in his face only moments ago was a no brainer. He reached over and pinched and tugged at Kylie’s nipple. Her back arched and she groaned. When he looked toward her face, her eyes were glued to him, her teeth buried in her bottom lip as she squirmed. “More. Harder, Darren.”

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

Tuck picked up the conversation where he’d left off. How was the man able to think with all his blood in his dick? “I always thought that seeing Kylie with another man would kill me or send me into a rage.” He finger fucked her harder and faster as he spoke. “But with you it’s different. You’ve proven yourself over and over how much you care for her.”

“What are you saying?” Fuck, Darren’s dick was so hard, he thought it might break.

“I’m saying I want you to be in this relationship with us. Help me protect Kylie and keep her safe from everything. Help me love her and make her happy.”

“And what’s Kylie say about this?” His voice sounded like gravel now. He could barely swallow past the lump in his throat.

“She’s so turned on by the idea her juices are running down my chin.” He winked at Kylie.

“So for sex only then?” Darren’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He thought, if he understood Tuck correctly, that he was asking him to be a permanent third in their relationship. If it was for sex only, it would hurt, but he’d do it. Anything to be with Kylie. To be near her. To breathe the same air as her.

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