Page 50 of Tuck & Roll

“More than likely.” Tuck nodded, hating that his friend was right.

“I don’t understand why you allow her to do it and why you don’t dump her ass on her parents’ doorstep.”

Tuck took a second to figure out how to explain what he was feeling. “Because if there’s any chance that baby could be mine, I don’t want her skipping town with it.” Some of the pressure that had been building around his chest eased as he realized that, more than anything, was the reason he allowed Taylor into his home. So he could keep an eye on her. But, make no mistake, if and when he found out the baby wasn’t his, she was gone. Maybe he should thank Darren for the Dr. Phil moment?

Before either of them could dive deeper into the shit storm of Tuck’s life, Kylie came into the living room dressed in a pair of navy shorts and a white t-shirt. She was barefoot and her toenails were painted a bright neon orange. Cute. Her hair was still wet, but he could see she’d towel dried it and left it to finish air drying. Her bright blue eyes stood out in her pale face.

He did a quick scan of her injuries and was proud of the way he held it together at seeing the injuries to her knees and the palms of her hands. He swallowed hard as his eyes landed on the side of her face. It looked raw and red and was starting to bruise.

“Tuck? What’re you doing here?” Kylie’s voice snapped him out of the trance he’d been in as he imagined all the ways he wanted to pay back Kitowski.

He quickly got to his feet, rounded the coffee table and was standing toe to toe with her before either of them could blink. He bit into his bottom lip to keep from shouting the roof down about the abuse she’d suffered at the hands of that prick. One day Tuck would get his justice. One day soon.

“God, baby. I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he whispered as he gently cupped the uninjured side of her face.

“I’m okay. Really.” Her hand settled on top of his, offering him comfort. It was supposed to be the other way around. He was here to take care of her. She wasn’t supposed to be taking care of him.

“Fuck. I was so worried when they told me one of those bastards had hurt you.” He kissed the top of her head, then dropped his forehead to hers, pulling her body tight against his. He needed to feel her close. To hold her. To know she was safe. He felt her hands gripping his sides under his cut.

“Garrett,” she whispered softly.

The sound of his name on her lips was all the permission he needed to take things further. He groaned, helpless to deny her what they both wanted. He slammed his mouth down on hers, taking their kiss from drugging to mindless in a split second.

“I’m out.”

He vaguely registered the sound of Darren saying he was leaving, then the door closing and finally, his bike starting up and driving away.

He pulled away far enough to say, “Fuck, Kylie, I need you so bad, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Take me to bed. I want you, too,” she feathered across his lips.

Tuck bent and scooped her up and went in search of her bedroom. Luckily, he found it first try. He kicked the door closed behind him in case Darren came back anytime soon. He didn’t think the brother would, but why chance it?

He gently placed her on the bed so that she was sitting on the edge of the mattress. His hands dropped to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and off, dropping it to the floor. Next, he focused on her tits as they all but spilled from her lacy white bra. He reached around her back to unfasten it, then tossed it over his shoulder.

Fuck, he felt like he was starved for her. This was going to go way too fast.

He dropped to his knees before her. With a hand to her gloriously naked chest, he encouraged her to lie back with a firm push. Her eyes never left his as she did as he asked. Taking the sides of her shorts in both of his hands, he slipped them along with her panties off in one smooth move, taking special care not to let the fabric touch her scraped knees.

“Fucking fantastic.” He settled a hand on each knee and spread her wide, exposing her already wet pussy. Unable to wait a moment longer, he bent his head and licked away her juices. “Mmmm. Delicious. You taste so sweet.”

Kylie’s hips bucked at the first swipe of his tongue, gasping in surprise. He hooked her leg over his shoulder so that he could wrap his arm around her leg and apply pressure to her lower stomach, keeping her pinned where he wanted her. He was a starving man and he wasn’t letting her go until he’d had his fill.

“Garrett,” she groaned.

“Like that, baby?” he asked against her pussy. His free hand unfastened his belt, then he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. He pulled his throbbing cock out, freeing it from the tight confines holding it captive. He licked her pussy and sucked her clit while adding one finger, then two. Her hips were pushing against his fingers, seeking relief from the pressure building within her. Her juices spilled more freely the closer she came to coming. He could feel her inner walls starting to milk his fingers. “Come on, Kylie, give it to me.”

As if his encouragement was all she needed, she let loose, shouting his name and coming on his fingers. Her head punched back into the mattress, her neck and back arching. “Oh, God! Garrett!”

He didn’t ease up. He didn’t show her mercy. He fucked her with his fingers and tweaked her nipples and before she could completely come down from her high, he buried his face in her pussy until she came again. He gently helped her ride her orgasm out, then kissed her inner thigh as he pulled his fingers free. He sucked them clean, then stood and shucked his clothes the rest of the way off in record time. He pulled a condom from his pocket, rolled it on, then wrapping an arm underneath her, he pulled her toward the center of the bed, so that her head lay on a pillow.

With his weight balanced on one arm, he reached between them, lined his pulsing cock up with her entrance and slammed home. He was too far gone to be gentle. With what occurred at the clubhouse today and his missing her in his bed every night since she’d been gone, he was feeling the need to dominate, to mark her soul the only way he knew how.

Fuck. It hurt to see her ravaged face. He’d give anything to be the one with all the abrasions instead of Kylie. He pounded into her harder, knocking the headboard against the wall. His eyes dropped to where her tits were bouncing, then to watch as his dick burrowed in and out of her tight pussy.

Kylie gasped and jerked. “Garrett.”

He felt her pussy tightening around him and thanked God. It felt like a vise clamping down on his dick when she came, pulling his release out of him seconds later. He continued to rock his hips back and forth, slowing in increments, until he was all but collapsed on top of her. Easing to the side, he pulled her into his side, giving them both a chance to catch their breath.

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