Page 81 of Tuck & Roll

How did she get so lucky? To finally have the man she’d been half in love with since she was a teenager, wrapped in her arms, making love to her like she was his whole world? She’d never had anyone look at her the way he was right now.

She cupped the side of his face, leaned forward and whispered, “Garrett.” Everything she was feeling reflected in the way she’d said that one word. Then she lightly touched her lips to his. It must have triggered something equally profound in him as he whispered back, “Kylie Jo.”

A huge smile split his face. “You did good not screaming, but I’m not done with you yet. Think you can come again without making any noise?” he challenged.

She nodded her head and grinned. Her mouth fell open with a silent cry when he pulled back and thrust back inside hard.

“Did you like that, baby?” Tuck’s breath fanned across her face as he kept his full weight from crushing her.

This time she gave him a vigorous head shake.

Tuck chuckled and picked up his pace. He drove into her with a determination she should find frightening, but in all honesty, she got off on it when he took her hard. He grabbed one leg behind her knee and raised it to his hip, allowing him to drive deeper. She hummed her approval.

“I have never been with a woman who feels as good as you do. I have never felt for a woman the way I feel about you. And I have never wanted to fuck the same pussy for the rest of my life until you.”

As far as declarations of love went, it wasn’t moonlight and roses. Most people would think what he said was crude. But Kylie heard every word and felt it like a love song. She tightened her grip on his butt, her short nails no doubt digging in.

“You’re close,” Tuck grunted.

She bit her lip and nodded. In fact, she was so close that when it hit her, she was helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he was giving her. The orgasm was so sudden and violent, all she could do was thrash her head from side to side as she bucked wildly beneath him.

“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me, Kylie Jo.” With Kylie splintering apart beneath him, Tuck thrust into her hard and fast until he threw back his head and groaned and stayed buried to the hilt. His head dropped to her shoulder, his face buried in her neck as he worked on catching his breath.

Kylie thought Tuck was beautiful in the throes of ecstasy. His hair was a disheveled mess from her hands running though it and grasping it so tight. She loved the way the muscles in his neck drew tight and he clenched his teeth as his release hit him. Oh, and the way he groaned and growled as he came always caused her to come even harder knowing she was giving that to him.

Lazily running her hand through his hair, she noted a fine sheen of sweat over his forehead, neck and shoulders. She leaned forward enough to swipe her tongue along the area where his neck met his shoulder then nipped him playfully, setting off a chain reaction. His whole body experienced a hard shiver, causing his semi-hard cock still planted deep inside to twitch which caused her to involuntarily convulse around him. Tuck groaned his approval against her neck.

He leaned back and settled on his forearms again, cupping his hands on each side of her face. His eyes shifted across her face as if memorizing every little feature. “My God, Kylie Jo. I love you so fucking much the thought of losing you makes me fucking crazy.”

Unable to verbally respond to this, tears pooled in her eyes before slowly sliding into her hair. One side of his mouth kicked up as he wiped them away. “I see you feel the same way.”

She gently traced the curve of his lips and nodded slowly. Tuck bent his head and settled his lips to hers, giving her a kiss guaranteed to curl her toes. Wow. The kiss lasted a while before Tuck pulled away. There was a twinkle in his eye and Kylie wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Good thing you’re already knocked up because I didn’t use a condom and what just happened would have done the job for sure.” He dodged to the side to avoid her halfhearted attempt to swat at him. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. The man was a mess.

Love you, too, she mouthed.

Still lying on top of her, he asked, “Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”

She shook her head and shrugged a shoulder. She really didn’t care if it was a boy or girl as long as Tuck was the father.

“Either way, with my good looks and your brains, that kid is destined to kick ass.” This time when she swatted at him he pulled out and rolled to the side. “Don’t move. Be right back.”

Not moving worked for her. She was so loose and relaxed she didn’t want to ever leave her bed. As she watched, he pulled on his jeans, again commando, but didn’t fasten the top button before slipping out the door. He returned moments later with a warm washcloth that he used to clean up between her legs. It was a little embarrassing to have him doing that but had to admit the warm cloth felt good.

For as long as he lived, he would never forget the fear he felt at the news that Kylie had been attacked or how a fifteen-minute drive could take so long. If he allowed himself to think about the possible loss of Kylie too long or too hard, he believed it just might paralyze him. His lungs and body would seize then shatter into a million pieces to be scattered like ashes in the wind.

It hit him like a sledgehammer. That was how much he loved her. Now that he’d had her in his life the way he’d dreamt about as a teenager, he could honestly say that his life would end with hers. That was also why he would do anything and everything in his power to ensure she stayed safe.

His shoulders tensed at the sound of his phone alerting him that he had a new message. Dreading what he might see, he checked the caller I.D. It was text number four from Taylor already this morning wondering when he’d be home. After the first text, he’d asked if everything was okay to which she replied, “Yes, but I’m bored.” His response to that had been that he’d be home soon. Then after the second text he told her he’d be there when he got there. With the third and now fourth text, he’d opted not to reply and shoved his phone in his pocket.

Pausing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, he wasn’t sure what to make of what he was seeing. Darren was sitting at the round table, his chair pulled close to Kylie’s, giving her injuries a closer look. He frowned and grumbled, obviously not liking what he saw. He cupped her cheek and shook his head. “Sorry, babe. He never should have gotten his hands on you. I fucked up. Should have had an alarm system put in the minute you started staying here.”

She clasped the wrist of the hand at her face and whispered, “It’s okay. I’m fine. Who would have thought Chet would be stupid enough to break into a Sons’ home?”

His frown deepened. “Babe, you really shouldn’t be talking.” Kylie grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

“How’s your stomach this morning? Queasy?” His hand dropped from her face as he leaned back in his chair.

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