Tank's Property(25)

“Lie back on the bed for me, Bunny baby.”

She did just that, and he ran a hand over his mouth, his focus transfixed on the sight of her before him like some kind of offering. Her legs were spread and her pussy lips parted, showing him exactly how glossy she was for him. Tank went to his knees between her splayed thighs, inhaled deeply, and smelled the fresh scent of his soap on her body. He smoothed his hands down her legs, and the sound of her swallowing filled the too quiet room.

“Touch me, Tank.”

He lifted his gaze to her face for only a second before moving his focus back to her pussy. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, he licked his lips, feeling how warm her skin was, and seeing how primed she was for him, for his cock. For several seconds he did nothing but stare at where his hands rested on her legs. A tightening started at the base of his spine, and he knew if he didn’t fuck her he’d come all over the damn sheets like some kind of teenager.

“Tank,” she whispered his name again, a plea in the darkness. “It’s been too long.”

Yeah, he couldn’t fucking disagree with that.

“Lay back, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

She rested back on the mattress and closed her eyes, trusting him, giving him this power. He moved his fingers along her silky folds of her pussy. He needed to make this good for her, to show her they were perfect for each other, that she was meant for him in all ways.

“You feel so damn wet and soft, Bunny,” he growled out the words. “Look at me when I’m touching you, baby.” He tried to keep his voice soft, but there was clearly a distinct note of command laced in the words. He was hardened naturally from the life he led, by the experiences that had shaped him, but there was always a ray of light in is life when it came to being with Bunny. He missed that, missed her, and he’d meant it when he said he wouldn’t let her go again.

For several long seconds he didn’t speak, just stared at her and continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her inner thighs. Sliding his hands up her body, he stopped right below her breasts, and felt how fast and hard her heart was beating.

“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned. “I remember how you taste, so sweet, silky against my lips and tongue.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft. Tank felt this string in him draw tight before snapping in half, before breaking and having him lose all self-control. He started licking and sucking at her, wrapped his lips around her clit until she was pulling at his hair and moaning out. Bunny moved her hips back and forth, thrust her pussy firmly against his mouth, and then he felt her explode around him.

“You want me to lick this pretty pussy, Bunny? You want me to make you come?”

“Yes, please, Tank.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” He inhaled deeply, and groaned at the sweet, clean and musky scent of her pussy. “No one will have you but me, Bunny.” He licked her labia and clit with his mouth and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin. “Every part of you is mine,” he growled out the words possessively. Tank felt her heart beating even faster than before.

“I’m burning alive,” she whispered.

“Look at me.” He waited until she obeyed, and then he cupped her breasts, stroked her nipples, and loved that she arched into his touch, moaning for more.

He moved up her body and took her mouth again in a kiss, wanting to have gotten her off with his mouth, but needing her so fucking badly he was about to explode. She ran the pads of her fingers across his bare chest, dug her nails into his body, and he thrust his hips forward.

“I’ve missed you so damn much, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “Tell me you missed me, too.”

“I have, Tank. God, I’ve missed you so much.”

He gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, waited until she stared into his eyes. “This, right here,” he said and dipped down to kiss her once. “What you and I have can’t be broken by the past, Bunny.”

She nodded, and he saw that what she felt for him had never died.

“Now, just say you’ll be mine no matter what.”

“I’m yours, Tank. I’ve always been yours, but have been too weak to admit that, even to myself.”

They looked into each other’s eyes.

“I’ll be yours no matter what.”

And then he kissed her hard and possessively. He was going to finally claim his woman again, and he wouldn’t let her go.





Chapter Eleven



Wrath pulled his SUV up to the Brothers of Menace club gates and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he stared at the MC. The compound was two stories, more rustic in appearance than he would have assumed, but he had to give Tank and his men credit for keeping shit locked down. He’d already spotted three men walking toward his SUV, their hands at their waist and by their outer thighs, no doubt ready to grab their guns.