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“Bum one off ya?”
He passed the box over and Rubble snagged one, inhaling deeply after lighting. “I really need to quit one of these days.”
“Yeah, they’ll kill us.” Kevlar smirked. It was a constant conversation they had. Nothing ever changed, though. Neither of them would quit. Maybe not ever.
Kita looked in his direction, her long hair flowing at each movement. He could smell her flowery shampoo on the wind. It could’ve just been his imagination, but he swore the soap invaded him on every breeze.
“Don’t waste the little time you have, brother.”
Kevlar flicked ash into an empty flowerpot on the table, eyes fixed on Kita chatting with Mandi and Hawk.
“Speaking from experience, Rubble?”
The big man slid his gaze over to him. “Actually, yeah.”
Before that bombshell could digest, Rubble stood and saluted. “Later.”
Even after spending time in the sandbox with Rubble, the man never divulged any relationship information. The recent tidbit made him wonder if he knew his Macha brother at all.Maybe he’s right.He inhaled again, leg bouncing up and down.I’m wasting daylight without her when I’d rather be with her.
Snuffing the cigarette, he moved from the safety of the table and walked toward where Kita stood.
“You got a minute?”
Her amber eyes settled on him, sparking that fire only she could light in him. “Catch you later, Mandi. Try to stay out of trouble.” She playfully punched her friend’s arm and started walking toward Booze and Tattoos.
“What’s up, Kevlar?”
He stopped her just outside the bar, lightly gripping her tattooed wrist. It was a ring of ivy, all black but beautifully designed. “For one night, can we be Tucker and Kita?”
A curse in Spanish slipped from her lips and her mouth gaped. “What?”
Easing her away from the incoming crowd, he settled her against the side of the building. Her jasmine perfume drifted to him, bringing the first time he met her to mind. Cupping the side of her face, he memorized the sharp lines of her nose and jaw softened by her rosy cheeks and matching lips. But her eyes blew him away. They resembled precious gems in the waning daylight.
“I don’t want to think about what might happen tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” He traced the rose tattoo on the side of her neck. “I just want to live in the moment.” He slid his hand up her side. “This moment.”
His lips touched hers tenderly, taking all the time in the world as if it were his to steal. “Please, Kita.” Separating for a moment, he took in the blush to her face, her eyes glued to his face, searching it for something she perhaps couldn’t find.
Pushing off the side, she grabbed his hand and started toward the clubhouse. Sleep was the last thing on both their minds.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nikita
Leading him into the room,Nikita tore off the leather jacket she picked up from one of the club old ladies. It was stunning and fit like a glove, but in that moment, all she wanted to feel was Kevlar—no, Tucker tonight—inside her in every possible way.
She turned the lock behind her and met his gaze. His brown depths held plenty of lust and a hint of mischief. She could use both to her advantage. Closing the distance, she slowly stripped, mindful of watching his expression change from sensual to pure animalistic. It sent a chill of desire all the way to her toes.
Grabbing him by his shirt, she pushed him toward the bed. He made it, but not without knocking over a lamp. It crashed to the floor, bulb flickering until it burned out.
Their gaze met and both let out a howl of laughter before she jumped on top of him. Clenching his shirt in her fist, she jerked it up and off his body. The pristine abs beneath sent her mouth salivating. It was only made more delicious by his artwork. Varying colors spread across his chest, military tattoos the oldest on his canvas. She kissed each tattoo, some even twice, making her way down his chest.
Dipping her tongue in his navel, she grinned at his sharp inhale. Licking a line down his Adonis muscles to his jeans, Nikita popped the buttons one at a time. Already, she felt his sizeable dick trapped beneath the black boxer briefs. She’d make him suffer for a little while longer.
She shoved the pants aside, his boxers the last article of clothing on his toned body. After running her hands along his thighs, she teased his balls with her fingers getting close but not close enough for him to feel satisfaction. This wasn’t the Tucker Dorous of fifteen years ago, just like she wasn’t the same bright-eyed girl. If tonight was all they had to be their younger selves, she’d show him every inch of pleasure they’d missed.
“Kita,” he breathed, his eyes glued to her, but his hands remaining above his head. The muscles bulged, his desire to move clearly torturing him.
“You can touch me after I touch you.” Her hand disappeared beneath his boxers, and he involuntarily jerked against her. “Not before.”
