Page 35 of Tuck & Roll

“Are you serious?” He was so damn distracting with his cock nudging her between her legs.

“So fucking serious right now.” With one slow push, he was fully seated inside her.

Her mouth dropped open on a sigh of pleasure, her neck arching. “God, Garrett. You feel so good.” He fit so perfectly. She’d never felt so full, so thoroughly consumed than when she was with Tuck.

His face was buried in her neck, nibbling beneath her ear. She shivered as goose bumps ran up and down her arm. Her hips automatically kept pace with the slow, sensuous rhythm he’d set.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, babe.” He placed featherlight kisses along her neck, then playfully bit her where her neck and shoulder met.

“Garrett,” she whispered. “If we do this, you can’t have any other women on the side. It’s just me and you. No more women at your clubhouse. No more women on the road. For as long as it lasts.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat to get out the last part. She had no idea how long “for as long as it lasts” meant or if they’d even be friends when it was over. “It’s a deal breaker.”

“Not a problem. Same goes for you. No other men while we see where this thing leads.” He grinned down at her before leaning down and kissing her the way he was making love to her. Slow, easy and with lots of feeling.

He continued to gently rock inside her, building a slow burn that ignited, ending in an explosion that took them both by surprise.

Her hand fisted in his hair at the back of his head, holding his face against the crook of her neck. Her back arched and her legs wrapped around him, squeezing his sides and holding him as if she’d never let him go.

“Holy shit. That was amazing,” she huffed.

He pulled back so he could smile down at her. “Yeah, it fucking was.” He dropped a tender kiss on her lips.

She’d fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with Tuck since she was a teenager. She’d known that it would be good, but she had no idea the magnitude of just how out of this world amazing it would be. She felt like he’d touched her soul or something and it scared the shit out of her.

The sound of the doorbell ringing stopped her inner musings. Tuck was still planted inside her. His face in her neck, he growled at the interruption.

“Ignore it,” he grumbled.

“What if it’s someone from the club?” She really hoped it wasn’t because that meant they were probably here to put an end to their fun time.

“They’ll try to call next. Don’t make any noise, maybe they’ll go away.” She giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth, earning a frown from him.

The doorbell rang again. There was a pause, then it rang again.

“What the fuck?” he groused. “Can’t a man have a day just to enjoy fucking his woman without any interruptions?” He rolled out of the bed to dispose of the condom to the sound of the bell ringing again.

“When did you put a condom on?” She hadn’t noticed him doing it, but was glad that he did. If they were going to make this thing between them work, she would need to get on birth control as soon as possible.

He tossed her a sexy, half grin. “I’m a great multitasker.” The doorbell was accompanied by a knocking at the door this time. “Swear to God, I’m going to throat punch someone.” He jerked his jeans on, not bothering with underwear, and zipped them, but left them unbuttoned. He stomped out to the living room to confront whoever was at the door.

Kylie scrambled to get dressed, throwing on the clothes she’d worn yesterday which happened to be her sister’s. All her new clothes were in the living room. She didn’t bother with her shoes, wanting to see who was at the door. Maybe it was someone from the club here to tell them that the threat against her was gone.

Her body jerked to a sudden halt at the mouth of the hallway, hearing Tuck growl, “Taylor?” His big frame was blocking Kylie’s view of the woman at the door. Did he say Taylor? As in his ex?

“What. The. Fuck?” His head dropped and his body tensed.

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you. Why didn’t you return any of my calls or text messages?” Taylor remained on the porch, hidden from Kylie’s view.

“What the actual fuck?” Tuck barked and smashed his hands on his hips.

“Surprise! You’re going to be a father!” she shouted, like she was bestowing the winnings of a lottery drawing to Tuck.

Kylie’s eyes dropped to the other woman’s stomach. No. Please, God, no. Her heart plummeted to her stomach. A feeling of dread wormed its way into her chest.

Taylor, obviously done with providing the neighbors with a show, pushed her way inside. Her flawless smile was wide and full of joy.

“Come again?” This time Tuck’s voice sounded strangled.

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