Page 25 of Tuck & Roll

Tuck broke off from the group of Black Horsemen he’d been shooting the shit with and ventured off toward some trees. He took a seat on the grass and leaned back against one. He set his beer between his legs so he could scrub his face with his hands. His fucking arm was killing him. He either needed to get completely shit-faced or break down and take a pain pill the club doctor had given him.

The whole point of coming to the Black Horsemen clubhouse was another club had asked them to arrange a meet so they could talk to the Sons about becoming a support club. Chance had told Race he’d had some dealings with them over the years and thought they’d be a good fit. The Sons were going to need all the help they could get before the inevitable war with the Phantom Furies MC began.

From what Race had pieced together, the Phantoms were going after every club in any town that happened to be along the desired route they wanted to take to push the cartel’s guns and drugs. Clubs that normally dealt with trouble on their own were now banding together to come up with a way to take the Phantoms out.

That was the purpose of the meeting Chance arranged. Everyone had agreed to meet somewhere in the middle at a hole in the wall bar. It was so out of the way, they’d been completely surprised when a group of Phantoms ambushed them as they were returning to the Horsemen’s clubhouse. Gunfire was exchanged on both sides. Two Phantoms went down and two Horsemen were hit as well as Tuck getting winged. Fuckers. Realizing they were outnumbered and outgunned, the Phantoms took off. He couldn’t help but compare them to weeds. They popped up everywhere.

The sounds of cheers and good-natured ribbing floated his direction, drawing his attention back to the here and now. He could see several men from both clubs gearing up for some friendly fighting. Normally, Tuck would be in the thick of things, but between his arm hurting like a son of a bitch and thoughts of Kylie, wondering if she hooked up with Gavin before he went back to Denver, he wasn’t in the best of moods.

He hated how confused he was about what he wanted from her. He thought about her all the time, which led to him showing up at her house so he could spend more time with her. He loved being around her. He loved the feel of her in his arms. He loved the way she kissed. He was beginning to think she was like a drug. The more of her he got, the more he wanted. He was becoming addicted.

He hadn’t planned on taking this time away to try and clear his head of all things Kylie. They’d been away from Redemption for almost a week and during that time, he’d been back and forth on what he wanted from her and he still wasn’t any closer to finding out. When they’d gotten here, he’d been so horny from leaving before Kylie could return the favor of going down on him that he’d fucked one of the Horsemen’s sweetbutts, Chelsea. Feeling a little guilty for fucking someone other than Kylie, he’d taken Chelsea from behind, imagining she was Kylie. Why he should feel guilty considering he’d never fucked Kylie or made her any promises, he couldn’t figure out. All he knew was that with time and distance whatever it was he had for her had cooled, but not gone away entirely.

He ran a hand over his face. He either needed to get completely shit-faced or find someone to fuck. He was so damned horny and confused.

Fuck it. He wasn’t supposed to take pain meds with alcohol, but whatever. He fished the bottle out of his pocket, popped one and washed it down with his beer. He returned the pill bottle to his pocket, leaned his head back against the bark and closed his eyes. The pain should start dimming in the next fifteen minutes he would think.

After being gone for almost a week, the Sons would be going home tomorrow. Should he reach out to Kylie when he got back? Text her? Call her? Show up unannounced like the last two times? He released a heavy sigh and took another drink of his beer.

“Hey, handsome.” His eyes opened and he raised his head to find Chelsea kneeling in the grass next to him. She was a curvy black-haired beauty that knew how to have a good time. He’d enjoyed her company and had fucked her a couple of times while he was here. She was dressed in a very short denim skirt, a white button-up shirt tied under her tits and platform heels. The material of her blouse was so thin, he could make out her peach-colored nipples beneath. She wore her hair in two low ponytails and her lips were done up in a deep red that kept pulling his gaze to her full lips.

Chelsea watched him closely as she swung one of her a legs over both of his, ending with her straddling his lap. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and reached for his belt, her lazy lust-filled eyes locked on his. As her hands settled on his buckle, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. He set his empty bottle on the ground next to him, then used his free hand to untie the knot holding her shirt closed.

The feel of the cool night air was welcome against his hard, throbbing cock. She’d pulled him free and held him firmly in her grasp. He pulled back from their kiss, both of them breathing heavy. Her eyes dropped to his cock and she licked her lips in anticipation.

He opened his legs wider so she could fit between them. Folding her legs beneath her again, she smiled wide and dipped her head. A moan slipped free at the feel of her warm tongue running the length of his shaft. He reached for one of her tits and toyed with her nipple. That earned him a hum of approval that vibrated against his dick. He closed his eyes and let her work her magic on him. A picture of Kylie on her knees taking him into her mouth popped into his head, taunting him.

Opening his eyes, he pulled her hair to the back of her head to give him a better view of her mouth wrapped around his dick. He hissed through clenched teeth at the teasing feel of her teeth grazing his dick. She was getting herself worked up and started to squirm. His dick throbbed as her free hand disappeared between her legs. Looking up and over at the crowd, he saw Jed watching them from the edge of the fire and waved him over.

“Chels, babe. Raise up on your knees so Jed can take care of you.”

She did as she was told and raised her ass in the air, wiggling in Jed’s direction. It was like waving a red cape at a bull. His brother dropped to his knees behind her and pushed her short skirt up to her waist, baring her smooth round ass to them both. He ran one large hand over her firm, tight ass and gave it a squeeze.

“Mmm. You’re already wet.” Jed finished his beer and tossed it to the side. Pulling a condom from his pocket, he rolled it on with the swiftness born from a whole lot of practice.

“Hold on Chelsea,” was the only warning Jed gave before he thrust into her hard enough to shove her forward, inadvertently causing her to take more of Tuck’s cock down her throat than she anticipated. He had his hand fisted in her hair and he tried to pull her up to keep her from choking. Her eyes watered, but she gave them a thumbs up. She was okay and wanted more.

Jed wasted no time getting Chelsea teetering on the edge of coming. The closer he got her to that edge, the faster she worked Tuck. It didn’t appear any of them cared to drag things out and each was hellbent on reaching their own climax quickly.

“Goddamn, Chelsea. Gonna come, babe.” If he’d been standing, the woman would have made him weak in the knees. The way she worked her mouth and hand in tandem was pushing him closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” Tuck clenched his teeth and growled. Unable to hold back any longer, his hips jerked and his cum exploded from his dick, filling Chelsea’s mouth with each pulse of his cock.

She did her best to take it all but a little still managed to escape. Throwing her head back, she screamed her release as her orgasm hit her hard. Jed finished right behind her, groaning loudly as he rode out his climax. He dropped down so his front was touching her back and whispered in her ear. “You good, Chels?”

She nodded her head, still struggling to even her breathing out.

He lifted from her back, smoothed down her skirt and pulled out. While he removed his condom, Chelsea collapsed to her side between Tuck’s spread legs, her head landing on his thigh, using it as a pillow. Her eyes were closed and a hint of a smile danced along her lips.

Tuck shoved his dick back in his pants, while Jed did the same. “Did you make her pass out?”

Jed shrugged a shoulder like a woman passing out after he fucked her was a regular occurrence. He moved to lie in the grass on his side, his head resting in his hand. He reached out and gently smoothed a few strands of Chelsea’s hair from her cheek.

Something Tuck had learned over the years was Jed was a lover of all women and always took care of them in whatever way they needed.

Letting his head drop back against the tree, Tuck came to the conclusion that physically he felt better. He didn’t know if it was the many beers he’d consumed, the pain pill or the blowjob. Maybe it was a combination of all three. Emotionally, he was still a mess and had no idea how to fit Kylie into his life or if he even should.

“Race wants to head out at first light. He’s in a hurry to get back to his old lady and Jackson keeps making goofy noises at his baby girl when Calliope Facetimes him.”

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