Page 5 of Tuck & Roll

“Oh.” She should probably call a stop to going to the clubhouse. It was obvious she was in way over her head. Maybe she should call an Uber? But if she did that, after he had given her an orgasm, he’d think she was the same awkward teenager who’d crushed on him in high school and she’d never be in this position again. Her inner voice was telling her this could be her only chance to show him she was a grown woman with grown woman desires. Fuck it. She was going for it.

“Chicken?” he taunted, obviously seeing her indecision written all over her face.

“Shut up. No.” She took the helmet from him and put it on. He watched her trying to figure out the strap until she got flustered. He chuckled and slapped her hands out of the way and fixed for her.

The ride to the clubhouse was quick. Not quick enough to keep her from wondering if all the brothers would be there and if they would see her coming in with Garrett. What would they think of her? That she was just another biker groupie or whatever they called them? Would they think she was some easy chick willing to put out for anyone? What a joke that would be considering she hadn’t had sex in two years.

He parked his bike and offered his hand to help her off then accepted the helmet from her and hung it on a handlebar. His hand reached out, settling at the side of her neck. He pulled her closer and his other hand settled on her hip. His mouth slammed onto hers without warning. Kylie soon discovered his kiss was hungry and seeking and she could feel him hard against her stomach. Holy Mary, Mother of God, the man could kiss. Not only did he steal her breath away, he stole her ability to think as well. All she could do was feel.

“Come on.” The sound of his husky voice snapped her out of her kiss-induced stupor. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her along behind him. He pulled her through the door, down the length of the bar and left her at the end. Behind the bar, he grabbed a bottle of booze, then returned to her, took her hand and continued dragging her toward the back.

Entering his room, he turned on the lamp setting on his dresser next to the door, casting most of the room in shadows. Her heart was beating like crazy and she didn’t know if it was from nerves or arousal.

Garrett tipped the bottle back and took several drinks. How could the movement of his throat as he swallowed be so sexy? What was wrong with her? If something as simple as that had her growing wet, she was almost afraid to see what else he could do and, most importantly, prayed she would survive it. He placed the bottle on the dresser and licked his lips, his hungry gaze pinning her in place.

With a sense of urgency, he spun her around and pushed her back up against the door, pinning both of her hands above her head in one of his. He dropped his head and captured her mouth in a kiss no less dangerous than the one at his bike before they came inside. She could feel his erection against her again, making her feel the need to speed things along before he changed his mind and remembered they were only supposed to be friends.

“Watching you shake your ass out on the dance floor and watching you come on my leg has got me seconds from coming in my pants. Need to fuck you. If you’re not into it, you need tell me now,” he growled against her mouth.

She shivered at the sound of his raspy voice and thought she might melt into a puddle at his feet. “I’m into it,” she whispered back.

“Thank fuck.”

He reached beneath her dress and yanked her panties off. Like, literally tore them right off her. She gasped in surprise. No one had ever done that before and she had to admit it was hot. His hand found its way between her legs and growled his approval at what he discovered. “God damn. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

He captured her mouth in another deep, delicious kiss at the same time his hand cupped her sex. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed at how much wetter she got when he inserted his finger. There was no time for that. Her damn knees grew weak and she was finding it more and more difficult to take a full breath as her chest rose and fell with excitement. He broke the kiss and dropped his head to her neck. He growled along her neck and shoulder, nipping and kissing a path that caused goosebumps to break out all along that side. Her breath caught as he pulled back and added a second finger.

“Pull me out of my jeans,” he rumbled.

Kylie didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as he released her hands, she quickly got his belt unbuckled and his jeans opened. She slipped her hand inside and underneath his underwear. She gripped his erection, giving it a firm squeeze and felt it pulse in her hand.

“Take me out,” he commanded.

She shoved his pants along with his underwear below his butt, allowing his cock to spring free. Picking her up with both hands, he told her to wrap her legs around him and guide him in. Desperate to feel him inside her, she reached between them and lined him up to her entrance.

“Give me your eyes.” He clenched his teeth and waited until he had her focus. Satisfied, he flexed his hips and buried himself deep with a loud, long groan.

Her eyes rounded and she gasped at the feel of his cock plunging inside her in one swift move. “Holy shit!” she whispered.

“Yeah. That’s it. Your pussy’s so tight and I’m so wound up from watching you tonight and feeling you come apart in my arms, it’s not going to take long for me to come.”

He dropped his face into her neck and set about pounding her into the door. She was sure anyone walking down the hall or in a room next to Garrett’s would hear them having sex. Right now, it fell too damn good to care. She’d add it to her list of things to worry about tomorrow.

“You smell so fucking good. Like flowers and sunshine.”

“Gardenias.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back on the door. “Oh, God, Garrett. I’m close. Feels so good.”

“Baby, you need to come.” He opened his mouth on her neck and bit down hard enough to cause a small jolt of pain. Spiraling out of control and unable to stop it, she screamed his name and continued to push into his thrusts as he tunneled harder and deeper.

She felt him growl her name against her neck as he came, his body jerking until he eased to a stop. “Holy hell, woman. That felt fucking amazing.”

He pulled his face out of her neck and slowly lowered her so her feet touched the floor. Thank God he kept one arm slung around her or she may have found herself sliding to the floor. Her legs felt like wet noodles. He picked up the bottle of whisky from his dresser and took a couple of deep pulls before offering it to her. She accepted it and took a drink, coughing as it worked its way down.

“Come on. Round two is in the bed.” He steered her toward the bed with a hand at her back. After that wild ride, she wasn’t afraid to admit, she might not make it there on her own.

“Round two?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was done with you already, did you?” His cocky grin caused her breath to get stuck in her chest. There it was. The smile she’d fallen for as a teenager and never thought to have pointed her way.

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