Tuck_Ruthless Bastards

by Chelsea Handcock

  “Katie?”

  “Tucker, let me do this for you, let me take care of you like you do everyone else. Please, I need to do this.”

  Tuck released her hand, and Katie took her time, washing every part of him. His shoulder that seemed to hold the weight of the world relaxed slightly as she washed and massaged the tight muscles. Turning him, she washed his back, tracing the labyrinth of tattoos that encompassed it, all the way down to his ass. It was a beautiful piece of art, each design swirling into the next. Tracing her finger over a beautiful rose, she was surprised when she found her name within the petals. Unable to resist, she kissed his back, right on the flower, not asking any questions, knowing, very soon, she would be making an appointment of her own to get his name put on her body. Tessa had been right although in reverse; just seeing it made her want him more if that was even possible.

  Even though she wanted to hurry, Katie took her time washing the rest of his body, massaging away the day and his troubles like the soap bubbles going down the drain. When he was standing there, slack eyes closed, a look of extreme relaxation on his face, she got to her knees.

  Tuck looked down at her and said, “You don’t have to do this baby.”

  “I know, but I want to.” Wrapping her hand around his cock, she loved the feel his hardness, steel covered in silky, smooth skin. She couldn’t help but pump her hand up and down several times to feel more of it. Pulling down a little, she sealed her lips over his crown, taking special care to lick every edge and ridge, paying special attention to his piercing, flicking it several times with her tongue. Tuck’s groan spurred her on, encouraging her to take it a little further. Katie could feel him getting harder, his salty precum coating her tongue. She knew he wasn’t going to last long, but she was going to make it count.

  Fisting him just a little harder, she took more of his length into her mouth, sucking hard. Tuck exclaimed, “Fuck!” as his fingers gripped her hair, moving her head and mouth the way he wanted. His body had taken over, his need became hers. She wanted him to cum so she could swallow him down. Amping up her efforts, Katie started taking deep, greedy draws on his cock, countering each with a flick of her tongue and twists of her hand. As he thrust forward, Katie looked up. His head was thrown back, and the veins in his neck were bulging. All those muscles she had loosened with her massage were tight and ready. When his cock hit the back of her throat, she swallowed, and that was all it took for him to explode. Seeing Tuck come undone had to be the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life, and she caused it, giving her more power than she ever knew she had. Making a man like Tuck turn to putty was a powerful thing, and she relished in it, but when she placed her hands on his thighs and noticed the trembling, she knew it was time to finish what she had started.

  Helping him out of the shower, she dried him off and led him to the bed, encouraged him to lay down, then snuggled in beside him, covering them both with a blanket. Tuck’s breathing had already evened out, and she knew that he was either already asleep or just on the verge, but she wanted to say something. Most of everything she had just done had been without words, and words were important.

  “I love you, Tucker Masterson.” Not feeling that that was enough, she gave the oath she was taught as a child from her mother, adding a little touch of her own.

  “I will ride at your back and wear your name proudly on my body for everyone to see. I will protect you and this Club from anyone and anything till the day I take my last breath. You are my man, the one I have dreamed of and will always love. Together we can do anything. From this day forward, nothing will ever stand in our way.”

  Katie felt a kiss on the top of her head. She had expected maybe some words of love, but this was Tuck they were talking about.

  “Love you too, babe, but you’re not getting the jacket until I can have it made, and I’m strong enough to give you your first lesson on the differences between sex, fucking, and making love.” Katie laughed and slapped him on the chest, not too hard but enough to make it sting.

  “Jerk! I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you say that?”

  “You thought I was sleeping,” Tuck chuckled, and he was partially right.

  “Maybe.”

  “Damn straight. Now, go to sleep, so I can wake up and give you that first lesson, I’m thinking fucking 101 is in order followed by Sex 212.”

  “Not sex 101?” Katie asked, still laughing.

  “Nah, I think we’re past sex 101. Hell, you’re graduating summa cum laude in BJ 610.”

  “Oh my god, you did not just say that!”

  “Sure as fuck did, and you earned that honor. Hell, I would give you a medal and make you wear it around the clubhouse if I had one.”

  Katie was embarrassed and yeah, a little proud of herself. She liked this part of Tuck and her—the alone time when it was just them, and they could play. They talked for a little while longer, playing around and just being in the moment until both of them passed out with smiles on their faces.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tuck woke up and just watched as Katie slept beside him in his arms. This was what he had been missing in his life, this woman and all these feelings. Last night, she had done things for him, cared for him, loved him in a way no one else ever had done, and he wasn’t just thinking about the blow job—although that was pretty fucking fantastic. It was the emotion, the connection, and caring. Tuck never knew he needed or craved that from another person.

  Slowly pulling the blanket back, revealing her nude form, Tuck leaned over and brushed small kisses over her skin, trying to wake her up slowly, giving her back some of what she had given him last night. When Katie started squirming, he knew she was waking up. Tuck lifted his head, just enough to look into her beautiful blue eyes as he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before nipping lightly. Katie’s moaned, “Oh, Tucker” was music to his ears. Her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer to her body, begging him for more was his motivation, and the buck of her hips as he lightly trailed his fingers down her stomach was the way to his prize.

  Heavy breaths and low moans filled the room with each kiss he laid on her body. Tuck watched as goosebumps formed over her skin, continuing to multiply from his soft touches and the kisses before he slid his hand between her legs. Katie rocked her hips forward as he circled her clit, and he watched in awe as Katie came undone, right before his eyes. Tuck had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Katie, and this moment was just more proof of that fact—his body was burning for her and her alone. Centering himself on top of her, Tuck dove his hand into her hair, grasping it at her nape, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her long and deep, their tongues twisting and tasting each other with all the passion and desire they both were feeling.

  Never breaking the kiss, Tuck positioned his cock at her entrance. A hiss echoed through his lips as he slowly entered her inch by slow inch until he was fully engulfed by her heat. It was both heaven and hell; the feel of her surrounding his cock—heaven, the knowledge he wasn’t going to be able to make this last—hell. He wanted to savor every second, to feel every sensation, but the need to cum was close and consuming. Tuck growled deep as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, pumping harder into her sweet body, drawing her orgasm closer, amplifying it until it was too much, and she exploded.

  Tuck could feel the pressure building in his balls as her pussy constricted around his length. Needing more, he got up to his knees, taking her legs and draping them over his forearms, the new position giving him the ability to pump harder, faster, and deeper into her body, each move becoming more demanding. Katie’s back arched off the bed, and her cunt clamped down as she shot over the edge for the second time, the grip of her walls tighter than any vise, making it impossible for Tuck to hold back any longer. With one last thrust, he came deep inside her body.

  They laid there, trying to catch their breath.

  “Is it always going to be like this?”

  “What
the fucking?” Tuck was a little confused. “Nah, baby,” he teased, “that will just get better over time.”

  “No, smart ass, not the fucking although I have to say if that’s what you call fucking, feel free to fuck me any time. Our life—gunfights, club duties, babies being born on the floor, your phone ringing off the hook at all hours?”

  That was when Tuck actually heard his phone for the first time. He was shocked he had blocked it out. Usually, he sensed that fucking thing before it even went off, but Katie did shit to his brain, and he wasn’t about to complain.

  “Pretty much, babe, but you already knew that. The question is can you stick around and deal with it?”

  “Oh, I’ll be sticking around, you can’t get rid of me that easily. After all, you still have at least one lesson left to teach me, and I’m kind of interested to see what this sex thing is all about. All the girls talk about it you know,” Katie laughed.

  Tuck loved the way she played with him. His life had always been so serious. Katie brought him a lightness he never wanted to let go. Just as he was thinking about giving her that lesson, someone started pounding at his door, and they both groaned at the same time. He wanted to yell at whoever it was to go away, but with everything that happened, he knew he couldn’t, there were still things that needed to be sorted out. It was just another day at the RBMC.

  Katie laughed as he got out of bed, then slapped him on the ass a little harder than he would have liked.

  “Better get a move on, Prez. Things need to get sorted, so you can come back here and sex me up.”

  Tuck grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her laughing like a loon, telling him to stop.

  “I think you might need another lesson, right about now.” Tuck flipped her over quickly, so her ass was in the air and landed a nice firm smack right on her ass. “I’m the one who does the spanking around here.” He heard Katie’s gasp and stepped back, grabbing his jeans, and putting them on quickly. He was no coward, but he wasn’t stupid either. She would either love it or hate it, and he wasn’t going to be caught with his pants down when he found out.

  Three more loud knocks hit his door, and Katie spun around on the bed, her face flushed pink, her eyes filled with unfulfilled lust. He could tell a part of her liked it, but her mind was telling her not to. They would definitely explore that later. The pounding started again, and this time it didn’t stop. Katie’s brain took over, and she was just about to yell at him.

  “Better cover up, babe, or whoever the fuck is pounding on my damn door is going to see you naked as the day you were born and,” he said the rest even louder, “I’d have to kill them.”

  Thankfully two things happened at once then—the pounding stopped, and Katie grabbed the blanket, covering her body. Tuck opened the door and scowled at Kit, promising to pay him back for interrupting his fun.

  “I’ll get you back for that Tucker, you can count on that.”

  He laughed, closing the door his full attention now on Kit. “What’s up?”

  “I got you an in, but it’s a short window, month tops before it closes and doesn’t open again.”

  Tuck knew exactly what Kit was talking about; Kit had found a way for them to send someone into the Perez cartel and finally take the fuckers down now. He just needed to figure out who to send.

  “Let’s take this to the table and figure out who’s going in.”

  “Tuck, that isn’t all I need to tell you.”

  “Can you say it in the hall, or do we need to go somewhere more private?” Tuck questioned. He didn’t like the seriousness in Kit’s tone of voice.

  “I think private would be better.”

  Tuck knew he wasn’t going to like what he was going to say even more. “Okay, let’s go.”

  Tuck and Kit walked down the stairs silently, but when he started to go toward his office, Kit grabbed his arm, shaking his head. Yeah, he really wasn’t going to like what Kit had to say. Tuck led him through the kitchen and down to the basement. Putting in the code, he opened the armory door.

  “Should I call anyone else down here?”

  “No man, I think this needs to stay between the two of us, for now.”

  Tuck lead them in and shut the door behind them, arming it. Going over to a computer, he entered his information to make sure nothing could be overheard in the room and sat down at the desk.

  “Hit me.”

  “You got rats all over the fucking place—in your house, in your parent’s house, and at your place of work.” That was Kit’s creative way of telling Tuck not only did they have a traitor in the RBMC Defiance Chapter, they also had them at the National level and with their government contracts.

  “We knew that, took care of some it already.”

  “Nah, man, you didn’t. That was just the tip of the iceberg. Those files, all that information on the people in the club, their loved ones, and known associates—it’s already out there, along with a nice price on each one of your heads, your girls’ heads too. Shit, Tuck, I’m sorry, but this shit is bad.”

  Tuck knew it. Taking the Vultures down hadn’t done a damn thing. Every person and mission that involved the RBMC was jeopardized, and he didn’t have the first clue on how to fix it. Kit saw his dilemma.

  “The only way to counter this shit is to buy out the contracts which, dude, with what I saw in your hefty bank accounts, you could afford a fucking down payment or send in someone who can erase it.

  “How the fuck do you know how much is in my bank accounts?” Tuck questioned, and Kit just smiled—the asshole played everything close to the edge. Had anyone else even remotely indicated they had been hacking Tuck's life he would take them out no questions asked. Shit, there was supposed to be safeguards in place to prevent that shit from happening, both from Tal and the fucking government. But Kit wasn’t your normal everyday hacker the man had skills and Tuck was just grateful he was on his side. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t be looking into that shit. Since it looked like the asshole wasn’t going to answer that question he moved on to the next.

  “What do you mean? How the fuck can we erase a contract? That isn’t possible,” Tuck raged.

  “Yeah, it is. This shit wasn’t done in person, it went out over the web, dark web shit.”

  “Then hack it, get Tal and hack the fuckers, make it go away.”

  “We can’t, there’s a protocol to it, it has to be done from the same IP address with the same login and fixed location. There is only one way to do that—get on the inside.”

  “Perez?”

  “Yeah, man, and you only have one guy who can do it.”

  Dread swept over his body and mind. “Talon?”

  “One and the same. Shit, Tuck, I know this is hard, but he has the skill and training. He would be able to pull it off, plus, he was one of the only ones without a file. He wasn’t even featured in Link’s and Whisk’s files.”

  “How the fuck did that happen? It has to be a setup, those fuckers want him for some reason,” Tuck argued. Tuck’s and Kit’s heads turned toward the door when they heard the beeps as the lock disengaged, and the computer scene went blank. Tuck grabbed a gun off the wall and cocked it, Kit following suit. When Talon stepping into the room, both men lowered their weapons but didn’t put them back. Tuck never did like coincidences, and this one was too big to ignore.

  “What is going on Zander?” Tuck demanded.

  “Shit, I didn’t want it to be like this,” Talon said, regret etched on his face.

  “What?” Tuck yelled.

  Talon took a deep breath and leaned up against the wall.

  “I’m leaving the RBMC. I would have told you before, but this has been in the works for almost a year. When we got all the particulars worked out, you were gone, then shit hit the fan. You’ve only been back a damn day, and I would have told you if this asshole hadn’t started poking around.”

  “Told me what?” Tuck ordered.

  “I’ve been working with Shade and his guys, and I’m joining
them, Tuck. I’ve never fit in here, and you know it. The only reason you let me in were Link and Whisk. This isn’t where I need to be.”

  “That is not why I let you in, Zander. I let you fucking in because you earned it,” Tuck scolded.

  “I didn’t though, you made it easy for me. Most of my time is spent in security, I never did the regular prospect stuff. You waived shit for me; you shouldn’t have. Hell, none of you even asked me if this was what I wanted, it was just assumed. Don’t get me wrong, you and the rest of the guys are my family, and I will always have your backs, but I need to go in a different direction now.”

  “What do you mean by that?” Tuck asked.

  “The reason I didn’t have a file is I wiped my name from any known source. Even if Carri went to the courthouse, the case that was dismissed would be gone. You couldn’t even find a utility bill in my name—my military service, socials, and everything else has been wiped.”

  “Oh, shit,” Kit exclaimed. “You’re going deep cover. Damn, dude, that’s insane. Do you know what’s going to happen to you?”

  “Where?” Tuck clipped.

  “Miguel Perez’s compound in Florida,” Tal answered.

  “Son of a bitch! Are you fucking nuts? That’s a death sentence, and you know it! I’m not going to let you do it!”

  “You don’t have a choice, the arrangements have already been made. I need you to respect my decision, just like I have always respected yours. This is something I have to do. Just like you had to let the Vultures take you when you thought there was no way out, I have to do this.”

  “It’s Cinny, isn’t it? You’re going after her? Shit, Talon, she loves Caine. Talon, that isn’t going to change even if you save her.”

  “You never did give me any credit. Cinny is part of the reason but not all of it,” Talon said, shaking his head and rubbing his hand across his face.