Tank's Property (8 page)

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.

One of the guys opened a side door and came up to the driver’s side window.

“I’m here to see Tank.” He didn’t bother looking at the Patch.

“Who the fuck are you?” the asshole asked.

Wrath turned his head and looked at the man. He was wearing a prospect cut, his hard eyes dark, shrewd in appearance, but Wrath could see he wasn’t as dangerous as he liked to think he was.

“I’m the man that’s going to fuck you up if you don’t let me see Tank.” He held the man’s focus for a long second. “He called, needing my help concerning some asshat and a couple of women.” The prospect took a step back, and then motioned for another of the bikers to come over. The two men spoke for several seconds, and Wrath felt his annoyance grow. He wasn’t a patient man, never had been.

“Open it up, boys,” the prospect said.

“About fucking time,” Wrath said, not bothering to keep his voice down. He drove up to where a few other SUVs were parked and cut the engine. For a second he just sat there, listening to the clicking of the engine cooling, and thinking about what was to come. He’d left his production behind in the hands of a few men he trusted enough to deal with the shit.

But this had to do with the people he considered his family.

Lila. Fucking Lila.

He closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his eyes, still having those memories of what he felt for her, but having buried them so deep inside of him he thought he could ignore them.

You can’t fucking ignore them, not when they concern her.

“Fuck,” he said into the darkness, and knew that once he saw Lila he wouldn’t be able to walk away again.

****

Tank’s big body rested against Bunny’s, pressing her into the mattress and sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through her.

“I want you so much, baby,” he murmured against her throat, and Bunny loved how his stubble scraped along her skin. She ached for more of that tingle that raced along her spine. He was so muscular, so big and heavy that she felt her breath leaving her. But she would gladly suffocate to experience this moment.

Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away. Bunny wasn’t ashamed to beg him, to plead for Tank to ease her suffering. His cock was long and big, and she remembered how it had felt when he’d fucked her for the first time, claimed her virginity all those years ago.

“I am going to make you scream out as I fuck you, Bunny.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Tank’s narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of his dick parted her pussy lips. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbed her slickness along his cock, pleasuring her but not penetrating her. She was so ready for him, and so damn wet.

“Fuck me, Tank.”

A guttural groan left him, and he jerked his hips forward.

“It feels so good, baby girl.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again, but harder this time. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down her cleft as he rocked against her. The tip of his erection bumped her clit on every upstroke, and Bunny had to bite her lip or she would have begged for him to move harder, faster.

Maybe I should beg? I know it would turn him on.

She rose up and stared down the length of her body. She saw his cock moving between her folds, and watched the tip of his dick bump her clit.

He rocked against her faster now. “My need for you is undeniable.” He was dry humping her, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure coursed through her. Bunny fell back on the bed and breathed out as the ecstasy moved into every cell in her body.

“I need you, Tank,” she managed to say. He had his mouth at her throat, was still kissing and sucking at her skin, and she loved that he was erotically abusing her flesh.

Tank pushed up from her, one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her body. “You’re so fucking hot, Bunny, so mine.” The muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble covered flesh.

She reached up and touched the side of his face. Bunny ran her finger along the stubble, loving the dual sensations of heat and discomfort. She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his jaw, running her tongue along the strong, square line. He groaned. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore, not with the arousal coursing through her.

“I’m so wet for you.”

He swallowed, and she watched the way his throat worked from the act. “Yeah, baby, you are really fucking primed for me,” he whispered. He rubbed her clit softly for few seconds, back and forth until awareness traveled through her, starting between her legs and working its way up her body. Her nipples tightened as blood rushed to them.

He latched his lips onto her neck again and licked and sucked at her skin.

“You feel good, baby?”

She nodded.

“Answer me, Bunny.”

“I’m so ready for you. It feels so good.”

He ran his tongue up her throat, and a soft moan left her. Her senses were attuned to the little touches of his fingers on her body, to the scrape of his teeth on her collarbone, and to the rubbing motion of his hand between her thighs. Tank lowered his head, trailing wet kisses along the top of her breasts before finally latching his mouth on an aching, hard nipple.

“Yes,” she whispered.

The wet sounds of his lips around her turgid flesh filled the room. Tank’s harsh, guttural groans filled her ears, turned her on more. Without thinking, Bunny grabbed Tank behind the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers, needing his kiss. She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of her pussy was still on him, and she grew wetter from it. For several moments Tank gave in and allowed her to explore his mouth, let her control the moment.

Tank looked down at her, and lifted his hand to run his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip.

“No more waiting, Bunny.”

She opened her mouth and sucked his finger between her lips, nodding at the same time. He moved his other hand between their bodies, bracing his weight on his elbows, and placed the tip of his dick at her entrance. She anticipated this, needed it like she needed to breathe. She’d only ever been with Tank, and when he started to push into her that flash of discomfort filled her for a second.

“So good, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He kissed the top of her head and continued to push into her.

The stretching and burning sensation was intense, his cock so big her eyes watered. But it felt so good, and she didn’t want it to end. The feeling of being completely filled by the man she loved was breathtaking, and then when he cupped both sides of her face and kissed possessively, her pussy clenched around him.

“Bunny, my girl…” he said softly, but harshly, and started moving back and forth in her, slow and easy at first. The broad head of his dick stretched her unused muscles when he got to the entrance of her body, and then he pushed into her again. He did this over and over again until she was sweating with pressure and pleasure. With every inch he sank into her, Bunny felt filled, claimed.

“So good, baby.”

Oh. God.

He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. Bunny rose up on her elbows, and saw the massive, long, thick length of him pull out of her.

“You’re mine,” he seemed to say to himself, his focus on where their bodies connected. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and even more moisture slipped from her. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her hips in hopes he’d go faster. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. Bunny didn’t want gentle. She wanted his sweat to drip on her as he pounded into her body, wanted to feel like nothing mattered in the world except this one moment.

“Don’t hold back, Tank.” Something shifted behind his eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t control himself now that she gave him permission. He pushed his cock into her and slid it back out, growing faster and faster as his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.

“
Christ
. Yeah, that’s fucking it, baby,” Tank said harshly. He pushed himself up and leaned back on his haunches to grip her inner thighs. He pushed her legs impossibly wider and stared down at where his cock sank into her pussy. When he lifted his gaze back to hers he said hoarsely, “Look, Bunny. Watch my dick go in and out of you.”

The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met once again, the ecstasy rose. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and the glossiness from her cream was clear, and turned her on even more.

“You see all that arousal, baby?”

“God, yes, Tank.”

He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, and then she exploded.

Lights flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her. But Tank didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t breathe.

When the world came back into focus the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again. He looked wild, untamed, and full of heat. Sweat dripped down his chest in droplets and landed on her breasts. His short hair was wet from his perspiration, but he had never looked so good to her. Before she could even blink, Tank moved onto his back and had her straddling him. His hands were on her waist, and he lifted her easily, his biceps flexing from the force. Bunny’s head spun as he lifted her and pushed her back down on his cock, over and over again. All she could do was brace herself with her hands on his chest as he fucked her on his dick.

Grunts and groans left him and grew louder and louder. She knew he was close. Taking matters into her own hands, Bunny pressed all the way down on him and ground her pussy on his pelvis. She was sensitive, sore even, but she wasn’t going to stop this. It had been too long since they’d been away from each other. A gasp left her when her clit rubbed against the short, coarse hairs of his lower belly. 

“Yeah, baby. Fuck me,
Bunny
.” He tightened his hold on her waist as she took over the rocking motions. Up and down she moved, sinking harder and faster on his cock until her head grew dizzy from it all. She was going to come again.

On the next down stroke she ground her clit against him. The explosion she felt claimed every inch of her, coursed through her veins, and left her breathless. Bunny threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Tank dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release.

She collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing loud. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other. The heavy length of him was still buried inside of her, and spasms continued to travel through her. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his damp chest, Bunny listened to the sound of his heart beating, feeling that comfort she’d only ever found with Tank fill her.

After several minutes of silence, and of feeling Tank stroking his fingers up and down her back, she pushed up and braced herself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second he just looked at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her cheek.

“What is it, baby?” he said softly. “I can see you have something on your mind.”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.” She didn’t want him worrying about what she was afraid of.

“You can talk to me.”

She looked at him. “I’m just worried about everything, about Lila and Faye, and that asshole Spike.”

He cupped her cheek. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you three. Do you understand me?” His voice was hard, his resolve and determination clear. “You trust me?”

She nodded and went onto her back to stare at the ceiling. The bed was on the smaller side, but having Tank’s big body pressed right next to her, feeling his heat, hearing his steady breathing, she felt … complete.

“I won’t let you run again,” he said softly, and she looked over at him. He was staring at the ceiling, his jaw locked tight.

“I’m done running, Tank. I love you,” she said softly, and when he looked at her Bunny’s heart jumped in her throat.

“I love you, too, baby. Everything will work out, Bunny.” He held her tighter. “I’ll make sure it does. No one will hurt you, Lila, or Faye. No one would think about touching anyone I care about unless they want their limbs cut off with a rusty blade.” He kissed her on the forehead again. “I love you, and I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”