Page 33 of Tuck & Roll

“Here you go.” He handed her a clean pair of black boxer briefs.

“Thank you.” She took them from his outstretched hand and slipped them on under the shirt, making sure the shirt stayed long enough in the front that she didn’t flash him. “What?” she asked. Tuck looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. He was staring at the bottom of the shirt like he was imagining what his boxer briefs looked like on her. His eyes lifted and she couldn’t miss the heat simmering in them. She felt her nipples grow instantly hard and of course, Tuck noticed it immediately.

He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. “Let’s eat,” he croaked. He led her back to the kitchen where they ate in silence. When they were finished and the dishes in the dishwasher, he grabbed a blanket and led her out the back door. He spread the blanket on the grass and motioned for her to join him.

She only had enough time to give his backyard a quick scan, noting his white privacy fence before he patted the space next to where he was lying down. “Come on, Kylie Jo. Look at the stars with me.”

Tuck’s heart pounded in his chest. If Kylie had any idea the thoughts running through his head right now, she’d turn tail and run. After the peep show she unwittingly gave him, he struggled even more than usual with his need to keep her at a distance and his desire to fuck her. She had no idea that when she bent to pull on his boxer briefs, there was a mirror behind her and he’d gotten an unobstructed view of her ass and pussy. He’d tasted that pussy, but he’d never fucked it. Tonight he was changing that. No more interruptions. No more letting good intentions get in the way.

Had he not been called away by Race that night he’d had her at the bluff, the natural progression of what they’d been doing would have led them to what was happening now. Except, instead of fucking her on a blanket under the stars in his backyard, he’d have had her bent over his bike at the bluff. The smart thing to do would be to call another brother in to provide protection for her, but he wasn’t always known for doing what was smart where she was concerned.

Fearing he might be a closet masochist, he held his breath and patted the blanket next to him. “Come on, Kylie Jo. Look at the stars with me.” He didn’t breathe again until the skin around her eyes crinkled and her mouth curved into a smile as she accepted his invitation. Her whole face lit up as she lay down beside him, their arms and legs touching.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” she admitted as she stared up at the stars.

“Me neither. I’ve been up to the bluff I showed you and seen the stars, but I haven’t taken the time to lie back and enjoy them like now.” He laid with one arm bent behind his head, the other down the length of his side, brushing against Kylie’s. He let the silence between them draw out for a bit, then he asked, “What’re you thinking about?” He turned to his side, resting his head in his hand.

“Who says I’m thinking about anything?” He didn’t miss the mischievous smirk that played at her lips.

“Because I can hear the wheels in your mind working.” He teased and tugged at a strand of her hair. He rubbed the strand between his fingers, liking how silky soft it was.

“You know. Thinking about all the stuff I have to get done.” She turned her head to see him watching her. “What are you thinking about?”

“Do you remember that night we were lying under the stars in your parents’ backyard and you told me you’d never been kissed?” His eyes dropped to her lips and the way they were seductively parted then bounced back to her bright blue eyes. She was watching him intently, probably wondering where he was going with this.

“Yes.” As if she could ever forget her first kiss.

“After you knocked my socks off with that kiss, it was all I could do not to roll you over and push things a lot further.” He stroked her soft cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Really?” She swallowed hard, her attention solely on his mouth. “Are you going to kiss me again?”

“Fuck yeah.” Slowly lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers. When she didn’t push him away, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside to tangle with hers. He felt her hand fisting in his hair at the back of his head at the same time she rolled to her side and raised one of her legs to rest on his hip.

He should call a halt before things progressed further, but he was unable to deny himself this taste of Kylie. What could fucking Kylie one time hurt?

One of his hands found the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath. He skimmed his hand up her body, bringing the shirt with it, revealing her taut stomach, then her lusciously plump breasts. He pulled back to see what he’d uncovered and watched, fascinated as her already hard nipples, got even harden in the cool night air. He grinned, loving how responsive they were.

He cupped one breast, loving how it fit so perfectly in his hand. He bent his head, taking it in his mouth, licking and sucking until she was squirming beneath him. He’d imagined this very scenario with Kylie since he gave her that first kiss. Fuck, his dick was throbbing, begging to be set free. He pulled back, pleased to see the dreamy look on her face. Her eyes reflected the same burning need he was feeling.

“Tuck,” she whispered, moving restlessly against him.

“What did I tell you? You call me Garrett in moments like this or I stop. You want me to stop?”

“God, no, Garrett. Please.”

He lowered his head to worship her other nipple at the same time his hand glided down her stomach until his fingers came in contact with his boxer briefs. Normally, he wouldn’t find a woman in men’s underwear sexy, but Kylie in his was a major turn on. He growled deep in his chest as he cupped her sex over the material. They’d come close to having sex once, but was interrupted at the worst possible time. He’d gotten Kylie off and she had been more than willing to return the favor, but Race called, requiring him to meet at the clubhouse.

He went back to the elastic waistband that was too big on Kylie and slipped his fingers under the edge, not stopping until he was able to feel the wetness between her legs. He coated his finger in her juices, then brought it up to swirl around her clit, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge. Her mouth dropped open and her back arched at the intimate touch. “Like that, Kylie Jo?”

“Yesss. More.” Her grip on his bicep tightened.

He dipped his finger back into her wetness, slipping it inside as far as it would go. He watched her face while he pumped it in and out, paying close attention to the way her eyes half closed and the way her a pretty pink blush crept up her neck from her chest. He added another finger, then leaned down to lightly nip her nipple, loving the way she jerked and gasped his name. His reward was a rush of wetness coating his fingers and hand.

Unable to take it anymore, he scooted his way down the blanket so he could feast on Kylie’s neatly trimmed pussy. He took his time savoring her taste on his tongue, wanting to remember every moment of the first time they come together. This didn’t feel like an ordinary fuck. This felt bigger, better. He built her body up until her orgasm had her crashing under waves of pleasure and her legs falling limply to her sides.

He pulled away, wiped his chin on his arm and got to his feet. He waited until her eyes settled on him before slowly unfastening his jeans. His cock sprang free, twitching at the way she licked her lips, like she was starving and his cock the only thing that would satisfy her. A look like that could make a man feel ten feet tall. He pulled a condom from his jeans pocket before tossing them to the side. He dropped to his knees and rolled it on, her eyes locked on what he was doing. He stroked his cock a couple of times and asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Garrett. Give it to me.” Her hands skimmed up her sides until she was cupping her tits. She squeezed and pinched them between her finger and thumb. She was fucking perfect all naked and sprawled out before him. She’d never looked so beautiful. Her pleading tone and the way she reached for him was his breaking point. He leaned forward, one hand at her side, the other swiping his dick through her wetness. Lining himself up with her entrance, he pushed forward until just the tip was inside her slick, wet heat. Fuck, she was tight.

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