Page 2 of Tuck & Roll

Tuck growled and started to rise out of his chair, clearly on the verge of kicking his brother’s ass. And for what? Darren pulled on his arm from his other side so that he retook his seat with a plop. “Simmer down. He’s yankin’ your chain.”

“Yeah. I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” Tulsa tipped back his beer, hiding his satisfied smile behind his bottle.

The more he watched her dance, the more he drank. Did she not realize her seductive moves were drawing attention from every prick in the bar? Several had taken more than a passing notice and a few seemed to be debating on whether or not to join her group. So far no one had had the balls to make a play. What if they did? Was he going to do anything about it? Would she be pissed if he did? He poured himself another shot and tossed it back.

Darren had been eye-fucking a pretty little brunette woman sitting at a table with her girls across the dance floor for the last hour. They’d been staring at each other and Tuck wondered when one of them would cave and go to the other. One side of Darren’s lips kicked up as he crooked his finger toward the woman. She returned the smirk before turning to her friends and said something, ending with her pointing toward Darren. She unfolded her long, bare legs and started making her way around the dance floor toward Darren.

“You fucker. How do you do that?” Tulsa shook his head. “Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding crooks his finger and chicks can’t drop their panties fast enough.”

Tulsa was right. Darren wasn’t a big talker to them or anyone, yet he was able to get women with little to no effort. He was roughly six foot three inches, built like a linebacker, had black hair and a full, trimmed beard. His sheer size alone had people rethinking starting shit with him. The women, however, couldn’t get enough of him.

Tuck shook his head and finished his beer. He waved the empty toward their waitress and held up three fingers. She nodded back and moved toward the bar.

While they waited for their drinks, the woman Darren had crooked his finger at arrived at their table. Tuck let his eyes roam up and down her body, thinking to himself that she was pretty and he would fuck her if he hadn’t been so distracted by a certain blonde computer nerd who was currently shaking her ass like no one was watching.

“Hi. I’m Janice.”

Darren reached out and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her down on his lap. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear that had her eyes heating and her nipples hardening. He imagined he was telling her all the ways he wanted to fuck her and she was totally on board with his plans. Yep. They both stood, Darren taking her hand in his.

“Later.”

Tuck gave him a chin lift and smiled behind his beer. One of these days, Darren was going to find a woman who didn’t jump to his commands and he hoped he was there when it happened.

The band finished their song and announced they were taking a break. The dance floor cleared as people made their way to their tables, the bar or the bathroom. It looked like Kylie was headed his direction and would have to pass his table to get to the bathroom. He waited until she was closer before getting her attention.

“Kylie Jo!”

Her head pivoted his direction and he couldn’t help but laugh. Her brows dipped in a deep frown until her eyes landed on him. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She stopped the woman in front of her, one of Beth’s friends, said something to her then tipped her head his direction. The woman smiled and nodded, then continued down the hall.

“Garrett. Should’ve know it was you.”

“Kylie Jo.” She was the only person he knew outside his family that called him by his given name. He stood from his seat as she moved around the table. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. The feel of her generous tits against his chest had his dick perking up and taking notice.

“Garrett?” Tulsa asked, his eyes bouncing between Tuck and Kylie.

“Yeah. Garrett Tucker. Everyone calls me Tuck accept Kylie Jo.”

“And he’s the only one ever to call me Kylie Jo. He knows full well that I prefer just Kylie.” She fanned her hand in front of her face, her cheeks flushed from dancing. A light sheen of sweat shone on her chest and face. “Is that your beer?” She nodded at Tuck’s drink.

“Yeah. You wanna drink?”

“Yes! I’m dying of thirst.” She happily took the beer he offered and guzzled the rest. “Sorry. I’ll buy you another one.”

“No need. Gotta ‘nother coming.” About that time the red-haired waitress returned to the table with three beers. Now that Darren had left he offered his to Kylie.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to take your beer.”

“I ordered it for a friend but he left. You want it, it’s yours.” He held it out toward her.

“Okay. Sounds great. Thanks.” Kylie’s fingers innocently grazed his as he handed her the bottle, sending a zing straight to his dick. What the hell was that?

“Why don’t you have a seat?” He offered her his seat and took Darren’s empty one. He waited until she was situated, then asked, “What are you doing out on a Tuesday night?”

“It’s Beth’s birthday and she wanted to go dancing.” She absently brushed her hair back over her shoulder.

“Her husband doesn’t mind her going out on a weeknight?” He sat back in his chair, affording him a better view of her shapely legs and heels.

“No. He’s really cool. He actually has big plans for the weekend. They’re going to get away for a few days. She doesn’t know yet. He just told her not to make plans for the weekend.”

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