Chapter 19
19
KYLIE
K ylie was coming back from the kitchen with a chocolate cake. She’d purposely waited until all the kids were at the rec building before she went in search of something to satisfy her chocolate craving. She’d offered to bring something back for the other old ladies, but they’d all declined for one reason or another. Calliope was trying not to eat chocolate because it tended to cause Harper to fight sleep when she breast fed her. Lindsey didn’t breast feed Declan, but she said she was trying to get rid of her baby weight although she’d only had him less than two months ago. Ginny and Jane had declined because they said they were still full from breakfast. Bellamy didn’t want any because everything seemed to give her heartburn right now.
She cut herself a piece of cake and then poured herself a glass of milk. She debated on whether or not to take it back with her or if she should eat it in the kitchen. Hiking her hip on a bar stool at the island, she settled in to enjoy her cake. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head with the first bite. “Mmmm. This is so good.” The frosting was so thick and yummy, she ate every last bite, even going so far as to lick her fork clean. She smiled when her baby girl kicked. “I guess you like chocolate cake, too.” She patted her stomach as she slid off her stool then made sure to put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher before she headed back to the others. As she passed Maverick at the end of the bar, she couldn’t help but overhear him say, “He said his name was Tinker?” He listened then responded, “Fuck. Let him in.”
She continued on to the couches wondering why Maverick didn’t sound happy about letting this Tinker person inside. She took a seat at the end of one of the two leather couches facing each other and didn’t realize she’d been frowning until Bellamy said something.
“What’s got you frowning so hard?” Bellamy asked. “I would have thought chocolate cake would have put a smile on your face.”
Kylie laughed and smiled between bites. “It did. I was walking past Maverick as he was talking to someone on the phone. I think it must have been one of the prospects at the gate and he didn’t seem too happy about whoever it is that’s here.”
“Tinker.” Ginny and Jane said the name with such dread, Kylie turned to look over the back of the couch in the direction they were staring.
“Uh, yeah. That’s what he said.” Kylie felt a sense of unease settle over her after the way the two friends said the man’s name.
Coming through the door was a man who looked to be in his mid to late fifties. He was around five feet ten or eleven inches, had long wiry gray hair with a matching beard that reached the middle of his chest and had really big arms. He wasn’t smiling as he scanned the room. She didn’t know if he was looking for someone in particular or not. He didn’t look all that friendly from where she was sitting. Maverick walked up to the man and offered his hand. They clasped hands and pulled each other into a shoulder bump. When they broke apart and moved to take a seat at the bar, Maverick had obvious signs of strain around his mouth.
“Who is that?” Bellamy asked.
Ginny and Jane exchanged a brief look, then Ginny answered. “Remember us telling you about Tinker not long ago? The VP before Dagger? That’s him. He is not to be trusted, ladies.”
“What do you mean?” Calliope asked as she handed a rattle to Calliope to play with.
“He had a reputation with the sweet butts. He tended to get a little rough with them and he was a complete asshole to the old ladies. Right, Jane?”
“Huge asshole.” Jane stared at the back of Tinker with a sour expression on her face. “I can’t believe he’s back.
“What do you think he’s doing back here?” Kylie was a little freaked out. The man sounded like nothing but trouble and she worried about what his intentions toward the club might be. She couldn’t imagine what life in the club must have been like ten or fifteen years ago. Would she still have fallen in love with Tuck and Darren? She wasn’t sure she could have overlooked their involvement with their dealing in drugs and guns. And the thought of worrying about whether or not she’d ever see them again every time they went out or if they’d get caught and go to prison or die was more than she could handle. Hell, everything they’d been through with the Phantom Furies was more than enough for her. She was looking forward to some quiet time with her men and soon to be baby girl.
TINKER
“What the fuck? What do you mean you have to check and see if I can come inside the gate?” Unbelievable. Who did this young punk prospect think he was keeping him out of the Sons of Redemption clubhouse? If he was in charge, some heads would roll.
But that was thing wasn’t it? He wasn’t in charge anymore and if he couldn’t convince the club to take him back he was on his own. No money. No home. No prospects whatsoever.
The prospect must have gotten the go ahead to let him in because he waved and pushed a button, allowing him entrance. And wasn’t that a burr in his ass. He started up his bike and throttled it up, maneuvering his way toward the front door.
Once he was released early for good behavior, he’d had to have his brother pick him up and take him to his bike. He’d had so many dreams of riding his bike that when he started it up again for the first time, he actually cried. All he’d wanted to do was hop on his bike and ride until he had the urge to stop somewhere. Anywhere. It had taken him a good month to get his anger and resentment under control enough to approach the club.
He checked out the many cars and the few motorcycles on the lot and he realized he didn’t recognize any of them. There was a time he’d known every single one by heart.
The last time he’d had any contact with someone from the club had been right after he’d been taken to prison. Race, Dagger and Maverick had shown up to visit him, to let him know that his place within the club would be there when he got out and they all looked forward to his return. After fifteen years? Well if that wasn’t some bullshit.
Tinker had been so angry, the top of his head had damn near exploded and he’d gone off on Race. He’d told him the Sons were no brothers to him because a true brother wouldn’t have left him there to be captured by the cops. He told him that he didn’t want Race or anyone else from the Sons to come visit him again. And if you were to ask Tinker, Race gave in a little too easily. He, nor anyone else from the club had been to visit him since. Fuckers.
Reminding himself he was there for a reason, he parked his bike and headed toward the door. He pulled it open and came to a stop just inside, giving himself time for his eyes to adjust. He couldn’t help but notice that there were more women than brothers in the clubhouse. What the hell? Where were all the brothers? Would he even recognize any of the brothers he used to know? Speaking of knowing someone, Maverick headed his way, his hand outstretched in greeting as he got to him.
“Tinker. It’s good to see you. If we’d known you were getting out, we would have been there to pick you up.” Maverick shook his hand and pulled him in for a shoulder bump.
“Yeah. Well, it was a surprise to me, too.” Really it hadn’t been. He’d gotten out five years early after serving ten by busting his ass and toeing the line and he’d hated every minute of it. It was all worth it now that he was out because he had some scores to settle and he couldn’t do that from inside the pen.
“Why don’t you come over here and have a cold one?” Maverick led the way to the bar where they both took a seat.
Tinker sat sideways on the bar stool so he could also take in the other people in the room. He was used to never leaving his back exposed in prison and it didn’t look like that would change anytime soon. He accepted the cold bottle of beer from a prospect that looked to be in his early twenties if he had to guess. He thought the prospect looked a little too clean cut to be a Sons prospect. The one at the gate hadn’t been much better. What happened to the rough and tumble, bad to the bone prospects they used to recruit?
He took a long pull from his bottle, closing his eyes in reverence. Damn, it was good. The first few years he’d mourned the taste of an ice cold beer almost as much as he missed the taste of a woman’s pussy. That was the next thing on his list. He needed to get laid.
“Thanks, Cutter.” Maverick tipped his head to the prospect.
Seriously? He was thanking a prospect? In Tinker’s day the prospect would have been lucky not to get hit upside the head if he took too long to bring their drinks. Hell, maybe even if he was super fast, he could get cuffed upside the head anyway. The brothers never had to have a reason to abuse the prospects. It was just a part of their initiation and it served to guarantee they didn’t recruit any pussies.
So far, he wasn’t impressed with what he was seeing. Case in point, who the fuck were all these women? It looked like half of them were pregnant and the other half were holding babies. Where were the whores? Fuck. His dick was dying to get wet. Ten years without a pussy was enough to drive any man insane. He took another deep drink.
“How did you get here, Tinker?”
“My brother picked me up when I was released and took me to get my bike out of storage.”
“Shit. Wish you would have told us. We would have come for you,” Maverick told him again.
Tinker shrugged a shoulder as if it were no big deal. “Where are all the brothers? Surely, this isn’t everyone?”
“No. The club has been dealing with the Phantom Furies in Taos. The rest of them should be here anytime.” Maverick wasn’t very forthcoming in Tinker’s opinion. As VP he was once privy to all the goings on inside the club. Now he was like a stranger on the outside looking in. He hated it.
“Taos? New Mexico?”
“Yeah. We went down there to deal with it and me, Lance and Chris came back early while the rest of them finished up what needed to be done.”
Maverick was the same closed off son of a bitch he’d always been. He always held everything close to his vest, including his fondness for whores back in the day. He wondered if Mav’s old lady knew about that?
“How many of the brothers from before are still here? Anyone I’m gonna recognize?” Tinker waved his empty bottle at the prospect.
“Yes.” Maverick nodded his head. “Dagger’s still here. Race, of course, Tulsa, Jed.”
He accepted the fresh beer and he did not thank the prospect for it. He took a drink, then asked, “What about Monk? He still in charge?”
“No. You didn’t hear? Monk was shot at that last drug deal. He didn’t make it.”
No. He hadn’t heard. Who would have told him? It wasn’t like he had any visitors. “Damn. I can’t believe Monk’s gone.” His attention was pulled to the side as Jane approached Maverick. The other women headed for the hall, probably to the kitchen.
“Would you guys like something to eat? We’re going to make sandwiches for everyone.”
“Yeah, babe. That would be nice.”
Ha! He called it. They were going to the kitchen. Watching her walk away, Tinker had to admit, she still had a fine ass on her. He wasn’t surprised to see Maverick’s earlier friendly demeanor had changed to one of aggravation.
“Sorry. She’s still go a nice ass.”
“Yes, she does and you will keep your hands and comments to yourself.”
Tinker was feeling ornery. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll kick your ass.” Maverick’s smile wasn’t nearly as warm as it was earlier. As a matter of fact, it was downright frosty. He smiled and paused with his beer halfway to his mouth, seeing the truth in Maverick’s eyes. The man would most definitely kick his ass if he tried anything with Jane.
Tinker decided to defuse the situation. He hadn’t planned on starting any shit the first day he got back. He laughed. “I would never go there, brother. I don’t do married women. I prefer unattached whores. Tell me, Mav,” he couldn’t help himself and asked, “you still like both?” Before Maverick could react, Tinker hollered at the prospect. “Prospect! Bring us a couple of shots of tequila. You still like tequila, right?”
Maverick must have decided to let his comment slide. “Yeah. I still like tequila.”
“So, Monk’s gone. Who’s in charge?” Tinker accepted the shot and tossed it back.
Maverick tossed his back then replied, “Race is president.”
“Huh. Imagine that. Race Walker is in charge now.” He shook his head. That news burned a little.
“Yeah, and Dagger’s his VP.”
“Well, damn. What about Cletus?” He was the enforcer before Tinker went away.
“He quit the club after Race got voted in. He didn’t like the direction Race wanted to take the club. He got a hold of some bad shit and OD’d. Jed’s the enforcer now.” Maverick could watch him as closely as he wanted and he wouldn’t get a reaction out of Tinker. He’d learned the hard way a long time ago how to hide what he was feeling.
Maverick took a drink. “Big John and Little Bobby left, too. They ended up in California doing construction.”
Well son of a bitch. All his old allies were gone. It would have been nice to have their help shaking things up in the club.
“Where are the whores? I was hoping to get my dick wet now that I’m home. You know, it’s been ten years.”
Maverick grinned then answered, “I imagine you’re really wanting to get your hands on a woman. Since we’re on lockdown and the families are here, the sweet butts aren’t allowed to be here. Once the families leave, they’ll be back.”
“And when are the families leaving?” Did he sound a little to hopeful that it would be soon?
“As soon as the rest of the boys get back and the women get a chance to see they’re all right, people will be leaving.” Maverick patted him on the back.
The women were waiting to see if there men were all right? He could hardly wait to meet this bunch of pussies. If they were all as whipped as they sounded, it was going to be easy to get his payback.
“I guess Dagger is still with Ginny?” She’d been a real looker in back in the day and he’d have given his left nut if Dagger would have shared her with him just once. He was curious to see if her looks held up after Dagger kept planting all those babies in her belly. Hell, she’d been pregnant with number three when he’d gone away. “How many kids did they end up with?”
“Five,” Maverick chuckled.
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
Maybe he should go to the kitchen and get reacquainted with the ladies he knew and get introduced to the ones he didn’t. He’d lied to Maverick. He would most definitely fuck one of the old ladies if given half a chance. Especially Jane or Ginny. It would have the added “fuck you” to Mav and Dagger he’d be dreaming of. He was going to get even with every single brother who was there that day when the drug deal went bad and had left his ass there. He’d even fuck with the newer ones, too, if they got in his way.
“Bathrooms still in the same place?”
“Yeah.”
“Be back in a minute.”
On his way to the public bathrooms he got to wondering what his old room looked like. Had they kept it the way he left it or had someone else gotten it? He was reaching for the door knob when the door swung open from the inside.
“Oh my God!” A pretty young thing with strawberry blonde hair and startling blue eyes squeaked. “You scared me. I didn’t know you were there.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just coming to check out my old room and wondering if someone else had it now or not. Guess you coming out answers that question. Hi. I’m Tinker.” He stuck out his hand.
She hesitated for a moment, then smiled at him and shook his hand. “I’m Kylie.”
“Hey, Kylie! You going to come help with the food?”
Tinker looked down the hall to see Jane calling for the young girl in front of him.
“Um. I gotta go.” She waited for him to back up before pulling the door closed and locking it. Smart thing not to trust him. “Nice meeting you.”
“Sure thing, sweetness.”
He backtracked and used the public bathroom. He started to go back to the bar and Maverick, but his stomach chose that moment to remind him he hadn’t eaten since last night. He detoured to the kitchen. Opening the door, every woman in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and stared at him. He had to admit it was a little disconcerting to be the focus of this particular group of women, especially since some of them were holding knives. They had an assembly line set up for making sandwiches that looked quite efficient. How many sandwiches were they making? Who was going to eat them all?
“I, uh, was just looking for a sandwich. I was hungry.”
“Oh, sure, Tinker. Here you go.” Jane handed him a sandwich on a plate with a handful of plain ruffled chips. “Would you mind bringing one to Maverick?”
“Sure.” He accepted the other plate then slowly backed out the door.
If he hadn’t been caught off guard by the number of women, he could have tried his flirting skills. He knew he’d be a little rusty and needed practice. Although, if he stuck with only socializing with the whores, he really didn’t need to be a brilliant conversationalist. With whores he didn’t have to work to wow them. He just fucked them and moved on. Maybe after he finished his sandwich he’d go back in there and try again.
On the heels of that thought a loud commotion started up at the door. He turned in time to see Race and three guys he didn’t recognize come through the door. The big dark-haired guy with the beard looked a little tired or like he’d just woken up.
The women must have heard all the noise they were making as they came in and had come running. Tinker watched in fascination as the young girl, Kylie, came running across the room, throwing herself at the big guy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and planted a big wet one on him. When she was finished she turned and planted one with equal enthusiasm on another guy standing next to him. What the fuck?
“That big bastard is Darren. The other one is Tuck and the woman is Kylie. Both men share her and are building a life together.”
“The fuck?”
“It works for them,” Maverick explained then took a big bite out of his sandwich.
Wow. His attention turned to another pregnant woman. This woman looked way too classy to be in a biker club and by the size of her belly, she looked like she could deliver at any moment. She was moving slower than Kylie, but ended her trip across the floor in front of Race. He was all smiles as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in months. Huh. “That’s definitely not Eve.”
“No. Race and Eve divorced. That’s Bellamy, his new wife. This is their first baby and it’s due toward the end of December. Her first, his fourth.”
“Huh. Imagine that.” He set his sandwich down and said, “I think I might go over and say hi to Race.”
DARREN
As soon as they entered the clubhouse, a familiar feminine squeal pierced his ears. He found her racing across the room, having come from the hallway, where the other old ladies waited. She was moving a little faster than he thought safe for her condition and prayed she didn’t trip. She ran straight for Darren and might have hurt herself if he hadn’t grabbed onto her hips and kept her from crashing into him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled him down for a scorching hot kiss. It was one hell of a hello. He thought the only thing keeping her from climbing him like a tree was her belly.
Once he released her, he had to laugh as she welcomed Tuck home with the same amount of enthusiasm. He already felt his dick swelling in his pants and wondered if there was a way to get her alone ASAP. Not only was he horny as fuck, but he missed the hell out her. He’d lied to Tuck when he said that he’d taken both pills. He’d only taken one because he didn’t want to be passed out or too groggy to function when they got home. It had taken the edge off but holding his woman in his arms brought all his sexual desires roaring to the surface again.
“Welcome home, boys! Hope you don’t mind me keeping your women company.”
Who the hell was this guy? Darren looked to Tuck to see if he had any idea who this gray-haired man with a long scraggly beard was. Tuck shook his head and they both looked to Race. The prez’s genuinely happy smile for Bellamy from only moments ago lost some of its shine after setting eyes on this newcomer. By Race’s reaction, Darren was guessing this wasn’t someone he was happy to see.
“Tinker. When the hell did you get out?” Race stepped forward, keeping Bellamy behind him, to shake this Tinker guy’s hand.
“Eh,” Tinker shrugged a shoulder. “Not that long ago.”
Darren didn’t miss the way Race looked at Maverick over Tinker’s shoulder. “So you’ve been keeping our women company?”
“I was just pointing out who some of the women belonged to when you guys walked in. He remembered Jane and Ginny, but the rest of them are all new faces.” Maverick tried to be a little diplomatic with his explanation.
“Yeah. I ran into them in the kitchen. Oh, and I met that one, too.” He pointed at Kylie. Both Darren and Tuck tensed at that bit of news.
Outwardly, Race might’ve appeared to understand and be cool with it, but anyone who knew him could see he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of Tinker spending any unsupervised time with the old ladies. Good to know. Instinctively, he and Tuck stepped closer together to block the man’s view of Kylie. The fact that she wasn’t elbowing her way between them to see what was going on had to mean that Kylie wasn’t getting a good vibe from the man, either.
Race suggested they find a table and have a seat and a couple of drinks to catch up. He waited until Tinker turned around and was following Maverick toward a table before he shot a quick look toward Darren and Tuck. That was his way of telling them to keep an eye on Bellamy and the rest of the women. Darren gave him a nod and set a hand to Bellamy’s lower back to gently guide her back to toward the other women who had all remained at the opening to the hallway. Even they didn’t seem to care to be anywhere near Tinker.
“If we’d known you were getting out,” Race started as he took a seat. “We would have been there to pick you up.”
Fuck. They’d just eliminated the threat to their club and wouldn’t you know it, another one just walked through the front door. Darren couldn’t wait to get the story about this guy from Race or Maverick. The two of them appeared to know him or were maybe old acquaintances. Watching the man interact with them triggered something in his memory. He could have sworn he’d seen this guy before, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out where he’d seen him.
“It’s all right. Mav was just saying you were dealing with some shit. Wish I’d gotten here sooner. Looks like I missed out on all the fun.”
It was like watching a chess game play out before Darren’s eyes. Both Race and Tinker appeared to be going through the motions, trying to be civil, but not actually feeling it. Both didn’t appear to have any trust in the other, but wasn’t ready to call the other one out on it yet.
“Who is this guy?” Tuck whispered to Darren as they guided the women back to the kitchen where the other ladies disappeared.
“No clue.”
“Ginny and Jane said he used to be VP before he went to prison,” Kylie offered quietly.
Darren and Tuck exchanged confused expressions. He remembered the stories of how the club used to be before Race took over. They’d been into selling drugs and guns and lived very violent lives. There was always a war with one club or the other. Dagger said he thought the old president started the wars on purpose to keep the club in constant turmoil. To what end, Darren didn’t know.
Tuck snapped his fingers. “I remember where I’ve seen him now. He’s one of the men in that picture of the founding brothers hanging on the wall in church.”
Well, shit. “You’re right. I remember that picture, too.” Things were worse than he initially thought. With Tinker being a founding member it wasn’t like they could just tell him to get lost. There were certain steps they needed to go through to end his connection with the club.
Tuck stopped them outside the closed kitchen door. “Take Kylie and go. It’s been a really long time since you’ve been with her and I doubt you used the fleshlight.” Tuck grinned like he was enjoying knowing Darren still had that damn sex toy in his pocket. When he hesitated, Tuck added, “I got this. I can watch over the women by myself.”
“You sure?” Darren owed his friend big time.
“Yes, I’m sure. Go.”
“Thanks.” Darren took Kylie by the hand and all but dragged her to their room. He pushed her through the door after getting it unlocked then relocked it behind him. He was on her at once. He had her face cupped in both his hands and his lips slamming down on hers in the span of one breath and the next. The way she responded had him humming his approval. Her hands were all over him trying to get his jacket off, then his shirt. She grew frustrated when she couldn’t get it over his head. They broke apart long enough to get themselves undressed before coming back together once again. He backed her up until her legs hit the edge of the bed then ordered her to climb up to the middle. He took the time to roll on a condom then followed behind her onto the bed. He didn’t stop until he was kneeling between her spread legs.
“Fuck, I love seeing how much you want my cock,” he rumbled. She was so excited her juices were already leaking onto her legs.
“Yes, I am. Now give it to me,” she demanded.
He lined his pulsing cock up with her entrance and closed his eyes at the feel of his dick slowly sliding through all her tight wetness. “You feel so good, baby.” He had to take a moment to fortify his control once he was balls deep. He took a deep breath and almost came as he scented her arousal. The woman was going to kill him.
“Oh God, so do you.” Her pussy tightened around his length and he almost lost it.
“I’m afraid I’ll fuck you too hard and rattle the baby’s brains with all the movement,” he half joked.
She laughed at his silliness. “You’re fine. You won’t hurt the baby or me unless you decide to stop right now.”
“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to at this point,” he admitted on a growl. “That’s why I’m double checking that you’re okay with this.”
Kylie was spread out like a feast before him. Her fall of long, strawberry blonde hair fanned out on the pillow all around her like a golden halo, reminding him of an angel. His angel. She was his guiding light when things grew dark. His safe place when things got too scary even for him.
His gaze devoured every lush inch of her smooth creamy skin, noting it was still flawless and without stretchmarks. He couldn’t care less if she got them. She would still make his cock harder than stone. She was so fucking beautiful. He loved the way her desire for him showed in the pretty pink flush of her cheeks and continued to spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her nipples were hard little pebbles that made his mouth water and long to take them in his mouth. Her strawberry colored lips were slightly parted in her excitement, all but begging for another kiss.
Damn it. He was close to losing control. The way her greedy pussy pulled his cock deeper chipped away at any thought he may have had about waiting for her to go first. Fuck. She was killing him.
“Yes. I’m more than okay.” She leaned up far enough to grab him by the back of the neck and pull him down for a kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.” He looped her legs over his bent arms and began to steadily thrust into her warm depths. The love he saw shining back at him through her beautiful blue eyes filled his heart near to bursting.
“God, I love the way you fill me so full.” Kylie tipped her hips just enough to make the next thrust forward go even deeper.
Unable to stop himself, he laughed and confessed, “I’m sorry this is going to be embarrassingly fast. It’s been too long.”
“Didn’t Tuck give you that fleshlight?” she panted.
“Yeah, babe, he did, but I was too afraid to use it and it not work. It would have left me worse off than before I tried it.”
“Darn it. I thought that would work.” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and moaned in pleasure.
“I appreciate the thought,” he grunted. “Are you even remotely close?”
“Yes.” She reached between her legs to work her clit.
“Fuck,” he growled through clenched teeth. He had to close his eyes from the sight of her touching herself and her bouncing tits. It was too much. He was a handful of pumps away from coming as it was.
“Ohhhh,” she groaned. “Fuck me harder. I think I’m gonna come.”
“You sure?”
“Yes! Fuck me harder!”
He did as she asked and let himself off the leash. He pounded into her with enough force that they knocked the headboard into the wall. It would be a miracle if everyone didn’t hear them. He prayed none of the kids came in from the rec building while they were fucking.
“Oh God! Just like that,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Right there.”
“Honey, you need to be quiet or everyone will hear you.”
“It’s your fault. You feel too damn good.” Her body tensed and her teeth clenched as she tried to contain her scream as she orgasmed all over his dick.
Thank God. He dropped her legs to the sides and dropped his weight to his fisted hands on either side of her head. He fucked her hard until he felt his orgasm explode from his dick. He clenched his teeth and threw back his head as he growled as quietly as possible. Which must not have been quiet enough. He heard the sound of a key in the door lock. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Tuck slip inside.
“The women all took sandwiches to the rec building for the kids. They didn’t want the kids hearing the two of you going at it,” he explained as he started pulling his clothes off.
“Oh my God. Please tell me you’re kidding.” Kylie started to cover her face with her hands until she saw Tuck’s hard cock. She licked her lips like she was starving and hadn’t just had an orgasm that curled her toes.
Darren laughed and rolled to the side. He dropped his head to his hand and watched Tuck take his place. He drove his cock in then leaned down to tease her nipples with his teeth and tongue.
“What did that Tinker guy mean earlier when he said that he’d met you?” Darren asked.
“I was coming out of here after using the bathroom and ran into him. He was standing outside the door when I opened it.”
Darren wasn’t so sure Tuck’s growl was from fucking Kylie. More than likely he was pissed that fucker had their woman cornered in the hall.
“What did he say or do, Kylie Jo?” Tuck asked.
“He said it used to be his room and was coming to check it out. Since I came out, he knew that the room was taken. He introduced himself and I told him my name. Jane yelled down the hall for me before anything else could be said. Now can we not talk about that gross old man and get to making me come? If I get his image stuck in my head, it’s going to ruin this for me.”
Darren and Tuck both chuckled at her aggravated demand. Tuck pulled out, earning Kylie’s ire. She quickly simmered down when he dropped to her side and pulled her onto hers so she was facing him. He pulled her leg over his hip and entered her again. That left her ass exposed to him and he’d be a fool not to take advantage of it.
He reached for a bottle of lube in the nightstand to lather his dick and her back hole. He started by working one thick finger into her ass, then upped it to two. He fucked his fingers in and out until she was thrusting back into him. He grabbed his dick and gently pushed forward until he made it past the tight ring of muscle. Just his dick breaching her ass set her off into an explosive orgasm. She threw her head back, hitting his shoulder.
Tuck slammed his mouth down on hers, taking her cry of pleasure into himself, and kissing her. As she settled down, he chuckled, “That’s it, baby. Ride it out, but know that we’re not done with you yet.”
Darren felt it when her orgasm subsided and couldn’t help but grin. The next one would probably make her pass out. He loved it when that happened. He felt Tuck pull back and start to push forward. That was how he let him know that she was ready for more. He pushed in as Tuck pulled out. They did this slow and steady, gently building her up to another peak.
“Oh, God. You guys always make me feel so good.” Kylie sounded like she was a little choked up. Tuck swiped a tear from her cheek, confirming that she was crying. He knew they weren’t hurting her. She was just overwhelmed with sensation and emotion. “I don’t know if I can come again so soon.”
“You will, Kylie Jo, and you’re going to love it so much you pass out. Just like the last time.” Tuck laughed and thrust harder.
Darren picked up his pace as well, forcing her to take the pleasure they were giving. She was so goddamn gorgeous when she came apart in their arms he could barely breathe. She had no idea that her pleasure only intensified theirs. They tried to explain it to her once, but she didn’t understand. So they made a vow to show her every chance they got.
Kylie’s whole body was starting to shake. She was close. Darren reached around and pinched her nipple hard enough to sting, throwing her into the orgasm she’d been trying to avoid.
She started to scream her release but Darren was quick to cover her mouth with his hand to muffle the noise. He loved how her body was shaking uncontrollably all over. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”
She eventually stopped screaming and continued to convulse between them. That’s when they both powered into her over and over, setting off another orgasm inside her. The amazing thing was once she had a couple of orgasms, the next however many they gave her came quicker and harder. She clenched down on both their cocks, milking them of every drop of cum she could get. He buried his face in her neck and growled roughly, his own orgasm causing him to see stars. Tuck was right there with him.
He gave himself a few moments to catch his breath, then gently pulled himself free of her ass, causing her to shiver. Tuck had a huge smile on his face when slipped free. “I knew it. She passed out again.”
Fuck, it was good to be home.