Page 80 of Tuck & Roll

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for protecting my woman and my baby. They mean the world to me.” He heard Kylie’s sudden intake of breath at his words and realized he had a lot to make up for to get her to a place where she believed everything he said.

Darren’s expression was solemn as he tipped his head in acknowledgment. He turned the overhead light off, leaving the only light coming from the unbroken lamp on the opposite side of the bed and closed the door.

Now that it was just him and Kylie, he leaned away a bit and said, “Why don’t you lie down?” She clutched his shirt tight in her fists, not wanting him to move. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m staying here with you.”

“Taylor?” she whispered.

“She’ll be fine. You need me and this is where I want to be.” He cupped the uninjured side of her face and placed a feather soft kiss on her lips. “Lie down while I get undressed, then I’m climbing right back in and holding you all night.”

One side of her mouth kicked up as she mouthed, “Commando.”

He looked down to see he did indeed forget his underwear. “Yeah. I’m commando. Had to get here as fast as I could. You and everyone else are lucky I pulled my pants on,” he teased. He climbed under the covers and pulled her into his side. “Fuck. I was scared shitless when I got the call from Race saying you’d been attacked. All the worst-case scenarios kept playing through my mind. I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

Kylie started to say something, but he placed his finger over her lips, causing her to frown at him. “No. No talking.” He rolled so that he was half on top of her, pinning her to the bed. “Now that you can’t talk, you get to listen to me for a minute.” Her frown would have been more impressive if her whole face could have been involved. As it was, she just looked pitiful.

“I’m sorry. I am so unbelievably sorry that I made you feel like you were no different than the sweetbutts that hang around the clubhouse. That was never my intention nor have I ever come close to thinking that. When I saw you at the doctors’ office with Darren and heard you were pregnant, my mouth shot off before my brain could kick in. If I had taken the time to listen to you instead of drowning in shock and heartbreak, you could have told me what was going on. For that I am deeply sorry.” Her face relaxed, well, as much as it could with a bruised and swollen cheek, but he’d take it.

“I’m also sorry that I was such a drunk dumbass that I didn’t remember our first time together. I have no idea why I called you Taylor and it kills me to find out that I did.” His eyes roamed her face freely, seeing past her injuries to the beautiful woman beneath. He hated that Chet had hurt her. For all the pain she suffered the man would die. “God, Kylie Jo. I love you so damn much I can’t breathe.” His hand slowly slid down between her boobs and settled on her stomach. “And I am so damn excited about this baby we made. If you can forgive me, I want to be there for everything. The doctor’s appointments. The morning sickness. The food cravings. I especially want to be there when you find out the sex of the baby.” He waited nervously to find out if she could truly forgive him.

She mouthed, “I forgive you.” Her hand cupped the side of his face and she mouthed again, “I love you.”

At the risk of fucking things up again, he asked, “What was Bacon talking about when he said tell him the rest?”

Kylie closed her eyes and held her breath.

“Baby. Please, just tell me.”

“When Chet had a knife to my throat, he stuck his other hand in my panties,” she whispered. “That’s when I shoved the hand holding the knife away from my throat and screamed for Darren.”

Tuck swallowed hard and fought to not react the way he really wanted to. He wanted to tear this room apart and shout “Chet is a dead man!” at the top of his lungs, but he refrained. Kylie had been through enough already tonight and he refused to add to her stress. For now, his job was to take care of her and make sure she felt safe.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, baby, but I promise you this. I will find Chet and he will pay for ever laying his hands on you.” He dropped a quick, soft kiss to her lips. “I love you, Kylie. We should get some sleep so you can get some rest.” He reached over and turned the lamp off. He tucked her into his side and thanked God she’d forgiven him.

Sleep was a long time coming for him. He lay there awake dreaming of all the ways he would get his revenge against Chet. Somehow, someway, the man was going to die.

Kylie was having the most amazing dream. She and Tuck were having sex and he was currently going down on her. It felt so real, she never wanted to wake up. She gasped as Dream Tuck pinched a nipple, her back arching in ecstasy. She moaned as Dream Tuck’s tongue dipped inside before returning to administering a delicious swirl of her clit. “Mmmm.”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t make any sounds. You’ll hurt your throat.”

Huh?

“God, woman. You taste so good. Missed this so much.”

The feel of Tuck’s voice vibrating between her legs felt a little too real. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw him hard at work, giving it his all to devour her whole. “Tuck,” she tried to speak. Instantly, she regretted it. Her throat was killing her. What was wrong with her throat? Then everything that happened the night before came rushing back.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. Kylie Jo. Easy, baby. You’re good. Everything’s good,” Tuck tried to calm her. He looked up her body, his gaze not missing anything. “Just lie back and let me make you feel good. Don’t make any noise or you’ll hurt your throat. And as much as I don’t mind who hears the way I satisfy my woman, we need to be quiet. Darren didn’t get much sleep last night.” He took a swipe of her pussy with his tongue to refocus her attention. “You good?” She nodded her head and bit into her bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

Tuck hummed his pleasure as he got down to business again. He eased a finger inside her wet, slick heat at the same time his lips closed over her tight bundle of nerves, feeding the flames of her arousal. Her hips raised to meet his mouth, seeking a little more pressure. He added a second finger, driving in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to the release she so desperately needed. Her nipples were peaked almost to the point of pain and her legs were beginning to shake the closer she got to coming.

“Please, Tuck,” she whispered her plea.

Looking down her body to where she could see his head between her spread legs was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Even sexier than that was when his eyes turned to her, giving her a clear view of the stark hunger he was feeling for her. It took her breath away. She instantly felt herself grow wetter.

With her legs over his shoulders and his eyes focused on her, he hummed against her pussy, reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple, sending her into a phenomenal orgasm that would go on for several seconds. As the ecstasy washed over her, she barely managed to remember not to scream and bit into her bottom lip as she fisted his hair and held him to her as she rode out her orgasm.

Before she could come down from that high, Tuck kissed the inside of each of her thighs and crawled up her body. Once in position, he lined himself up and in one smooth thrust, seated himself balls deep. On a gasp, she opened her eyes, her breath catching in her chest at the absolute joy on Tuck’s face. He started off fucking her at a slow, leisurely pace, giving her time to catch her breath.

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