Page 84 of Tuck & Roll

“Jed, Tulsa, Cutter and Miles.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” Tuck’s phone dinged again. He growled and flipped it over where it laid on the table. Taylor.

“Who keeps blowing up your phone?” Darren hadn’t missed the other two times he’d checked it.

“Let me guess. Taylor?” Race’s lip curled.

“Yeah. She’s driving me fucking nuts.” Tuck was starting to sound as weary as he felt. Taylor’s constant need to have him around was wearing on him. “She says she’s out of milk, eggs and Oreo ice cream at the house.”

A wide smile split across Race’s face. “I’ll take it to her and you get Kylie to the clubhouse.” To Kylie, he ordered, “If you start feeling bad or tired, I expect you to stop and take a break. Take multiple breaks. I don’t want you overdoing it.” He looked to Tuck for an acknowledgment to what he’d told Kiley.

“I’ll make sure she takes a break and gets some rest.”

With that settled, he texted Taylor and said that what she’d asked for would be there shortly. He didn’t tell her that it wouldn’t be him delivering it, wanting her to be surprised when Race showed up.

After he got Kylie to the clubhouse, he was going to make a quick trip that was long overdue and get some fucking answers.

15

It was a week and a half later and Tuck was no more willing to be apart from Kylie as the first night he showed up at Darren’s house after her attack. In fact, he’d spent every night since that traumatic event sleeping beside Kylie. Nothing like the possibility of losing Kylie and his child to really bring it home how much he had to lose. At this point, the only two things that could make things better would be for Taylor to have the baby and move on and for Kylie and himself to be in a house of their own. One untarnished by Taylor.

He was lying on his side across the bottom of the bed, his head resting in his hand, watching as Kylie got dressed to go out with the other old ladies. They were being escorted to Bottoms Up by their prospects, Cutter and Miles, while the brothers had a patch party for Lance at the clubhouse. Normally, he would be all in for a patch party. He had always loved the booze and the women and all the fucking to be had. Now that he had Kylie and a baby on the way, he wasn’t looking forward to tonight at all. He’d rather stay home in the bed he’d been sharing with her and fuck her all night.

He was so freaking nervous for her to go anywhere without him or Darren that it was all he could do not to forbid her to go. Yes, she was going with the old ladies. Yes, she would be at a club property and no one should be able to get to her there, but then again, they’d thought no one would get into Darren’s house. And yes, Cutter and Miles would be there protecting all the old ladies, but it still didn’t keep him from worrying. He’d come so close to losing her twice already. What if the next time Chet and those Phantom Furies bastards succeeded in taking her or killing her?

“It’s going to be fine, Tuck. I know you’re worried, but we’ll have Cutter and Miles with us and the club owns the bar we’re going to.” She tugged on a pair of faded jeans that showcased her smoking ass a little too snugly. Maybe he should make her change. No. He couldn’t ask her to do that again. The first time he’d asked her to change out of a red sundress with silver leaf accents that hit her about mid-thigh, she’d pulled on a denim skirt that was only two inches below her ass. Yeah. His best bet was to let her wear the jeans because at least her legs and ass would be covered.

She pulled on a deep purple halter top with a two-inch band of black beads that looked like a belt below her tits. The beaded trim only served to showcase her above average cleavage. Looking closer he could see her nipples were hard. Where was her bra? He didn’t want all those guys getting drunk and horny to be staring at her nipples all night.

Any other time he would think that the old ladies being all gung-ho about watching a bunch of female strippers at Bottoms Up would be a good thing. He’d consider them very open-minded and secure in their positions within the club. But, considering he knew from personal experience how amazing the strippers were at their job and how wound up they could get the men in the audience, he wasn’t thrilled. There was no way their women wouldn’t get hit on. He and the other attached brothers tried to impress upon the prospects how important it was that they keep all the drunken perverts away from their women.

He didn’t understand why they felt compelled to go in the first place. Three of the old ladies, counting Kylie, were pregnant and couldn’t even drink alcohol. Lindsey was due next month. Bellamy was due around Christmas and he wasn’t sure when Kylie was due, but she wasn’t showing yet. On that thought, he found he couldn’t wait for her stomach to grow round with his child so the world would see what he and she had created. That she was forever tied to him. Yeah, yeah. It was a beat-on-his-chest-look-what-I-did kind of thought, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted the whole world to know how deep he was into Kylie and to keep their distance.

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah,” Kylie answered absently as she checked herself out in the floor-length mirror hanging on the closet door.

“When is the baby due?”

“February 28.”

“Do you want a girl or a boy?” he asked.

She turned a radiant smile his way. “I want whatever I get as long as it’s healthy. Why? What do you want?”

“I think a boy. If we have a girl, somewhere along the line you’re going to need a lot of bail money when I start kicking the asses of the little fuckers trying to make a move on my girl.” Tucker didn’t know how the brothers with daughters handled it. None of them had gone to jail yet, but that didn’t mean anything. It could still happen. Although, thinking about it, maybe the boys wanting to date Race’s daughters should be more afraid of Bellamy. She’d proven she’d go to any lengths to protect his girls. His balls shrank at the memory of what she’d done to that poor kid who’d been stupid enough to spread rumors about Liza. He hoped the guy could still have kids when he got older.

He sat up on the bed, his feet to the floor and caught Kylie by the wrist. He pulled her to stand between his legs. “Mmmm. My favorite stress balls.” He brought both hands to Kylie’s tits and gently squeezed them. Given she wasn’t wearing a bra, he immediately felt her hard nipples in the palms of his hands.

“Stress balls?” she laughed.

“Yeah. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, but you are not going to fuck me again before I go. I have to get ready. Cutter will be by to pick up me and Bellamy in a little bit.”

“How soon?”

“Um, like twenty minutes.”

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