Page 4 of Tuck & Roll

“What?” Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Dance with me.” The way she was looking at him said she thought maybe he was joking. “Come on.” He stood from his seat and offered her his hand. His brow arched when she hesitated, daring her to dance. Reluctantly, she took it and followed behind him to the dance floor. He pulled her toward the middle before he turned and pulled her body into his. His hands settled on her hips as hers settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t help but grin at her confusion. In all honesty, he felt the same damn way. He didn’t know what had possessed him to ask, but feeling her body moving against his, he was mighty glad he did.

He worked one of his legs between hers so that she was all but riding it. Her head tipped back, her eyes searching his. One hand cupped the side of her face as his thumb brushed lightly over her bottom lip. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitched and her body seemed to melt into his. His heart tripped a beat at the feel of her tongue slipping out and touching the pad of his thumb. “You’re playing with fire, Kylie Jo.”

She did it again, this time drawing it into her mouth and sucking on it.

“I’m warning you.” Pulling her lower half into his, there was no way she didn’t feel what she was doing to him. His cock was hard and straining at the back of his zipper. He had mixed feelings as to whether he should see where this could lead or not. There had always been a chemistry between himself and Kylie that had left him out of sorts. Tonight was no different.

He’d been drawn to her as far back as when he was seventeen, almost eighteen, and she was fourteen. They’d been lying in the grass in her back yard, staring at the stars, talking about whatever came to mind. Talking turned to teasing as they each tried to get a reaction out of the other.

He’d asked if she’d ever been kissed. She’d said no. The smart thing to do would have been to end the game right then and go home. Instead, he’d rolled to his side, slowly lowering his mouth toward hers. He gave her plenty of time to push him away, call him a dumbass jerk or smack him upside the head. She didn’t.

He lightly touched his lips to hers in an innocent peck. When she didn’t immediately reject his move, he leaned down and did it again, this time lightly touching his tongue to the seam of her lips. She opened for him and followed his lead. He cupped the side of her face and deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling. She moaned and rolled more fully toward him. Her innocent sound only made his hard on worse.

Pulling away a little, he said, “Damn. For someone whose never been kissed, you’re really fucking good at it.”

The out of focus look of her eyes reminded him she had no experience and he needed to shut down what they were doing. Really fast. Kylie Jo wasn’t some girl he could have sex with and walk away from. He’d known that way before her sister had warned him off.

“I gotta go.” As much as he didn’t want to, he gently extricated himself from Kylie. Her flushed cheeks and look of confusion almost had him going back for more.

“What? You’ve gotta go?” she asked as they both sat up.

“Yeah. It’s late. We both have school in the morning.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” She dropped her gaze to hide her blush of embarrassment.

They both found their feet and said goodnight. Before he turned to leave, he kissed her cheek. “Night, Kylie Jo.”

He’d never kissed her again after that night. He knew he shouldn’t go there with her tonight either, but for the life of him he couldn’t control himself where she was concerned. He’d been curious about her back then and he wasn’t going to deny himself now. He had to know if her kiss was really as good as he remembered.

Cupping the side of her face, he leaned down to touch his lips to hers. Before he took it any further, he pulled back to check her reaction. He inwardly groaned at what he saw. Her openly heated gaze told him she was right there with him. That’s all he needed to know. This time when he took her mouth in a kiss, he poured everything into it the way he’d fantasized about doing over the years. The feel of her soft, plump lips against his own made everything else around them fade away. It was just the two of them. No one else existed.

This kiss was as he feared. It wasn’t as good as the one they shared as teenagers. It was way fucking better. He’d had experience at seventeen, even fucked a few girls, but she’d been an innocent, inexperienced fourteen-year-old girl. Nothing could come of the chemistry between them. He was graduating and she still had three more years.

The hand on her hip pulled her farther up his leg so that she had no choice but to ride it. She pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath, her hands slipping from his shoulders and grasping the shirt under his cut. He dropped his forehead to hers, getting more and more worked up at the feel of her shallow warm breaths feathering across his lips. One side of his mouth kicked up as he watched her eyes dilate and lose focus just like the first time he kissed her. Dropping both his hands to her hips, he encouraged her movements back and forth on his leg until she was grinding her clit against him. Her hands tightened in the material of his t-shirt as her breathing increased and she became more desperate to find what he was working her toward. Not once did he stop dancing.

“Garrett?” The breathless way she spoke his name damn near had him coming in his jeans.

“Ride it out, baby. Come on my leg.” The continued movement provided enough friction to keep building her impending orgasm. Should he be forcing her to get off in the middle of a crowded dance floor? Probably not. Was he going to stop? Fuck no.

“I can’t.” She tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Yes, you can. Come on my leg, then we’ll leave here and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Holy shit.” Her hands tightened at his sides, digging in as her release grew closer. Her eyes slammed shut and she stiffened in his arms. He recognized the moment she was going to come apart and shoved her face in his neck, listening to her groan as she found her release. Hands down, that had to be one of the hottest experiences of his life.

She pulled her head out of his neck and stiffened. Her eyes widened, having just realized what they’d been doing and where. Their time here was done. “Let’s go.” He took her by her hand, not giving her a chance to second guess what just happened. He was fucking hornier than he’d ever been in his life and he needed to get her to the clubhouse because it was closer than his own house, and underneath him as quickly as possible.

What the hell just happened? Did she just have an orgasm in the middle of a packed dance floor with people all around her? Had she lost her ever loving mind?

This was all so surreal. She’d had fantasies of Garrett finally taking notice of her. To see her as more than the neighbor that grew up next door to him. To be more than the girl that followed him around like a lost puppy until he graduated and moved out to prospect for the Sons of Redemption MC. To be more than a computer nerd he could tease in front of his biker friends.

Why tonight? What was so different that he’d finally taken notice of her? She almost felt like she was standing outside her body watching as an observer as he held his helmet out toward her. She hesitated, taking a moment to try and wrap her head around what was happening and what would be happening when they got to where they were going. “Where are we going?”

“We need a bed. Clubhouse is closest.”

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