Tank's Property (7 page)

“If this is what you want then I’ll give it to you, Bunny. But no more running, no more turning your back on us, on what we could have. We work this shit out together, as a team.” He was silent for a second. “You’re my woman, and I won’t let you walk away a second time.”

“Tank, I am tired of running. I just want to feel like I belong somewhere.” She took a steadying breath. “And I’ve only ever felt that way when I was with you.” She wouldn’t cry. “I was a coward back then, but I won’t make the same mistakes twice.”

His face was still so close to hers, and his warm breath smelling slightly of whiskey moved across her lips. She swallowed again, felt her nipples bead, and had wetness coating her between her thighs. The longer he stayed silent, the more nervous she became, and the higher her arousal climbed.

He groaned right before claiming her mouth.

“I fucking want you, baby,” he said against her mouth. “You’re the only woman that has ever held my heart, Bunny. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for leaving the way I did.”

“No more apologies, baby. You’re here with me now, and that’s all that matters.”

She kissed him harder but felt him pull back slightly again.

“I’m different than I used to be, Bunny,” he said softly, his voice like sandpaper along her flesh. “You should be afraid of me now. I’ve done things that can never be undone.”

“I don’t care about any of that, Tank. You’re still the boy that stood up to my father all those years ago. You’re still the boy that I knew would never let me down.”

But I let you down, and now I need to atone for that, need to make up for it in showing you how much you mean to me.

He leaned in, and she held her breath. Tank moved his hand from behind her head, cupped the side of her neck, and moved his thumb along her pulse point beneath her ear, just looking at her in the eyes.

“You should be afraid of me, Bunny.”

She shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you. I could never be afraid of you, Brendan.”

Tank lifted his hand and ran his thumb along the top of her lip, just barely touching her. Her body lit up even more. “It was smart of you to run from me, because the man I am today is darker.” He slipped his thumb against the seam of her lips now, and without thinking she opened her mouth and sucked his finger inside. A low groan left him, and his mouth parted as his focus was on her lips.

“Kiss me, Tank.”

And then he was kissing her hard and possessively. The action was filled with heat, power, dominance, and intensity. They had a lot of sexual tension bouncing between them, and it fueled her desire even more.

He speared his tongue out, slipped it along her bottom lip, and then groaned out loud. Hearing Tank’s desire for her had her so damn wet it was slightly uncomfortable.

“Touch me,” he groaned against her mouth.

Reaching between them, she did just that. She placed her hand right over his jean-clad cock. He groaned low in his throat and pressed his lower body into her belly, which had her back slamming even harder against the wall. But it was the feel of his hard dick prodding her stomach that had her breaking away from his mouth and gasping out, needing more, always wanting more. This might be instant, spontaneous, and a little crazy since they’d just come back into each other’s lives, but she didn’t care. She needed Brendan now.

He was a big man, strong and tall, muscular and tatted up. Bunny felt petite with him, small, feminine. Bunny felt how hard and big he was between his legs, knew he’d stretch her. She remembered their time together, how he’d been the one to take her virginity, to show her what real pleasure was like. She’d been eighteen years old, Tank much older than she was. But he’d been so loving with her, so thorough in making sure she felt good. It was hard not to picture that night so long ago, picturing him over her, his cock deep inside of her, claiming her virginity.

“Can’t you see how much I want you?” He ground himself against her and then dipped his head low to run his tongue along her bottom lip. “Don’t you see,
feel
, that you’re it for me, that you are meant for me?” he said softly and moved his mouth to her throat.

“Then be with me, Tank. Let’s not think about anything but here and now.” Bunny held onto his shoulders, pressed her breasts to his chest, and kissed his thick, muscular neck, wanting him so badly. She felt delirious from her desire. She was ready to tear her clothes off.

He cupped her cheeks and leaned back to look into her face. For several long seconds neither said anything, but they were both breathing heavily, the sexual tension filling the room and making her high and drunk all in the same breath.

She knew he wouldn’t deny her. Bunny could see that clear in his face. This was exactly where she was meant to be … where she’d always been meant to be. It just took her too damn long to come to that realization.

Chapter Ten

Tank loved her and would do anything for her.

Bunny was it for him, had always been the one that got away. He might not have gone after her, which had been a fucking stupid ass move, but they’d both made mistakes, and the past was just that … the past.

“Be with me, Tank,” she whispered, her head now resting on his chest, her hands wrapped around his biceps. “Let’s pretend all this time hasn’t passed.”

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back gently so she was forced to look at him. “Nothing matters except now, Bunny. Okay, baby?”

She nodded and smiled, and the sight of that small gesture slammed right into his heart. “I love you so fucking much.” He couldn’t stop the words from coming out, but he also didn’t care if they made him look like a pussy. He loved this woman, and fuck anyone else that tried to say he was weak because of it.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly and rested his chin on the crown of her head, just enjoying the moment of actually holding her. He wanted her. Fucking hell did he want her.

“I need you, Tank.”

He closed his eyes, felt his cock jerk from her soft voice, and knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, no matter how much he wanted to be gentle with her.

He inhaled deeply, took in the lemony scent of her hair, the remembrance of the days when he just to bury his face in the crook of her neck, wanting to just stay like that. She was soft and warm, curvy and thick in all the right places. The years away had been damn good to her. She had a nice plump ass, big breasts, and thicker thighs that were meant to be wrapped around his waist as he fucked her, claimed her good and hard.

“I should be gentle with you, baby.”

She shook her head almost immediately. “I just want you to be with me, in any way, in all ways.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, and he cupped the side of her face. He leaned down and kissed her soft and slow at first, but with each passing second the fire in his body grew to a fever pitch. His cock felt like it would tear through his jeans if he didn’t have her, if her didn’t make her his in all ways.

She moved her hand down his arm, wedged it between their bodies, and in the next second rubbed his cock through his jeans. A harsh, guttural groan left him, and he slammed a hand on the wall beside her head, unable to even keep his eyes open from how good it felt that she was touching him.

He groaned at the fact it was Bunny who touched him. It made it that much more pleasurable. Tank cupped her, held her as he deepened the kiss, and moved his tongue faster and harder against hers. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to show her that he could still be a gentle man, even if she wanted it any way he gave it. There would be plenty of time for that.

When she moaned he moved his hands to cup her sweatpants-covered ass. She wore his clothes, and that had a shot of lust filling him. He squeezed the globes, and then lifted her easily off the ground, wanting this surrender from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact, felt pre-cum line the tip of his shaft. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs, and he wished the material that separated her from him were gone.

Remedy that.

With their mouths still fused and her legs wrapped around his waist, Tank started to move them away from the wall and over to the bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bunny,” he found himself saying as soon as their lips broke apart and he had her lying on her back on the mattress.

Taking a step back and just looking his fill of her, he fucking loved how she looked covered in his clothing. “Take off the pants and shirt, baby.”

With her heavy breathing her breasts rose and fell from the force. She slid her hands to the waistband of the sweats and pushed them down her thighs. If she wore panties he didn’t see them, but he would have had her take the fuckers off anyway. Even with the oversized t-shirt still on her he could see her pussy clear as day. A harsh groan left him, and the urge to grab his cock and stroke himself rose swiftly inside of him.

“The shirt, Bunny,” he managed to say in a strangled voice.

She rose up enough to pull the material up and off of her, and then there she was, naked, on the bed, her legs partly open. She had a thatch of trimmed black hair that covered the top of her pussy, and his mouth watered.

The way her legs were open, giving him that prime shot of her wet, swollen, and red pussy, made him feel feral, had this beast coming out of him in full force. He unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, shoved them down his legs, and kicked them away. Tank grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at her luscious body, and groaned out.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and he moved a step closer to her. She sat up and grabbed his balls with her other hand, having him on the verge of coming right then and there.

“Wrap your lips around it, Bunny.” Maybe he should have gone slow, been gentle with her for this first time after so many years. But having Bunny here had this rawness coming out of him.

Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing picked up. She leaned forward, removed her hands from his balls, and wrapped them around his shaft. It felt like time stood still for that one second as they looked at each other.

“Go on, baby.”

Bunny leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the crown of his shaft, and he let out a groan, about to come right in her mouth. Her actions were slow and almost tentative at first, but as the seconds moved by she became bolder. She sucked on his cockhead, stroked the root of his erection with her hand, and he found himself thrusting in and out of her mouth shallowly.

“That’s it, baby.” He speared his hand in her hair. He was transfixed at the sight of her sucking him off, of her cheeks hollowing, and of hearing the soft sounds leaving her.

His orgasm rushed forward, and before this was over before it really started, he took a step back, his cock coming free of her mouth.

“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.