Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4)

by Michelle Woods

  “Later,” He growled, scooping her into his arms. “Right now I need to get you home and assure myself that you’re okay.”

  “Wait, what about the car and your truck?” Annie asked.

  “The others will handle it.” Tank told her without pausing.

  From her position, she looked over his shoulder seeing Katie getting what looked like a stern lecture from her husband. Seeing Annie looking at her, she waved, grinning. Which made her husband roar, and lift her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Annie laughed, yep their men were not happy with them for racing today, but she knew that they’d have to live with it because she and Katie were going to race again, and they both knew it.

  Chapter 14

  Tank carried Annie into the house and up the stairs. Annie laughed, the man wouldn’t let her down. She’d told him four times that she could walk, to which his only reply had been a grunt. She’d clung to his neck enjoying the feeling of safety his arms provided. She was glad that she’d decided to trust him, she just hoped he didn’t hate her once she was done telling him that the arms dealer his club was searching for was her mother.

  She’d accidently overheard that tidbit the other morning when Tank had thought she was asleep. He’d been talking with Bone and Tiny in the kitchen that morning. Since he’d lifted her at the raceway he’d set her down only long enough to bundle her onto the back of his bike. Once they’d arrived at the house she’d been scooped off the bike, and was now being carried up the stairs. Tank kicked open the door to the bedroom, setting her on her feet next to it. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her.

  She moaned, feeling his tongue invade her mouth. Then he pulled back making her want to cry at being denied that chance to kiss him back.

  “You’re never racing again, Annie. Say it.” Tank demanded.

  Annie sighed, so that was the way this was going to go, she thought. She wasn’t going to feel good when he forced a promise she knew she’d never be able to keep from her. A slight t ache took up residence in her chest, at that realization. She couldn’t promise that she’d never race again because she knew she would. She also know that Tank could force her to make that promise. Hell, this man could probably make her swear she was a virgin if he withheld her orgasm long enough. It wasn’t her fault he was too sexy for words, and that he turned her brain to mush.

  “Say it, Annie.” He demanded, again his hands stripping her out of her shirt. His mouth closed around her breast which was still incased in her lacey red bra. Annie moaned, arching into his mouth, needing more. He nipped her, his tongue circled her nipple. He moved his other hand to her hip, slowing pushing her onto the bed, following her down.

  Tank sucked her nipple into his mouth, needing to be inside her so bad he could barely breathe. One hand cupped her breast, while his other slid down to remove her jeans. He was on fire, his need was a burning ache in his gut. He moved to her other breast sucking it into his mouth feeling her arch into him again, he took the rosy tip into his mouth. His teeth scored the delicate bud, and he sucked hard, hearing her mewl in pleasure. Fuck, she was sexy. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure, but first he needed her to promise never to race again. He couldn’t stand her being in danger. It made him crazy.

  The whole ride to the race track had been filled with nightmare images of what could happen to her. He’d almost died when she’d barely made it around that last corner. He felt her hands clutching his hair, and pulled back kissing his way to her mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth meeting hers. Their tongues thrust and parried, he felt her pulling at his cut. He pulled back enough to remove it and his shirt, throwing them to the floor. He fell back into her, taking her mouth again. She moaned, arching into him pressing her firm breasts against his chest, making him groan with the need that filled his balls. Her hands roamed over his back, clutching him.

  Annie was on fire, her body ached and she shuddered in need. Damn, this man made her want to stay naked in his bed, constantly. She moaned again, and Tank’s hands began to remove her bra, his hands cupping her breasts, his teeth nipped at her lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips, she withered against him. Feeling the hard ridge of his cock against her needy core. He growled, jerking on her jeans, trying to get them off. They’d been undone from his earlier attempt to remove them, but now he was serious and they were off in seconds, hitting the floor with a loud thump. His hand plunged between her legs, pushing aside her soaked panties. She felt two of his fingers enter her, roughly. Moaning, her hips lifting to follow his fingers as he pulled them out, needing release.

  Tank’s lips slid down her neck, kissing and nipping. He found her favorite spot and sucked, making her need clench inside her, and she let out a desperate gasp. She needed him, now. Only when she tried to help him remove his own jeans, his hand stopped hers. He pushed his fingers inside her. Fisting a hand in her red hair, watching as she gripped his fingers, which moved inside her. She tried again to pull at his jeans, she mewled when he refused to allow it.

  “No,” Tank didn’t say anything else, he just pulled his fingers from her and began sliding down her body. Annie growled, that wasn’t what she needed.

  “I want you inside me.” Annie whispered.

  “No.” He said again, then lowered his mouth to the burning flesh between her legs. His tongue thrust inside her, at the same time his fingers flicked her clit. Fuck, that felt so good, she thought, clinging to his hair, her body arching towards him as she let out a pained moan. She was so close, but he stopped, lifting his head. Annie cried out.

  “Please.” She desperately begged.

  “Say it. Tell me.” Tank demanded. Staring at her, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed to consume him.

  Annie was confused, what the hell was the man talking about. He could not expect her to think on the brink of orgasm, could he? Only looking at him staring up her body from between her legs, which trembled in need, she knew he did. What was she supposed to be telling him, she wondered racking her brain.

  “Annie, tell me. No more racing. Promise.” He demanded, again. Then lowered his mouth to her wet core, making her whimper.

  Oh that, he wanted her to say that. Nope, she wasn’t making that promise, she told herself. He lifted his head his eyes meeting hers with a silent demand. She shook her head, she heard him snarl, and then he went back to work. His fingers joining his tongue, he held her hips to the bed, his other hand sliding up to begin pinching lightly at her nipple. She cried out, feeling her body clench around his invading fingers. She needed to come so bad, but as she neared that drop off into bliss again, he stopped. He looked up at her with his fingers poised at her entrance, his other hand cupping her breast, and his mouth hovering so close to her needy center.

  “Promise.”

  “No…Tank, please.” Annie almost lost her mind when he held her down. He wouldn’t allow her own fingers, which she’d tried to place on her clit to get herself off near her burning entrance. Feeling her blood thundering in her ears, she looked down at Tank, who watched her

  “No. Promise, and I will let you come.”

  Tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, she whimpered. Tank knew that she needed another minute to cool down before he began working her hot little clit again, he watched her. He’d let her come this time he decided. Then he’d start the real torture. He took her clit into his mouth sucking, swirling his fingers inside her, and his tongue swirled her clit. She screamed, and her body clenched on his fingers, that’s it baby, he thought, wanting to roar in satisfaction. Fuck, looking up at her, he watched her head thrust from side to side, and her hips jerked towards his mouth. It was sexy as fuck and made his dick twitch becoming impossibly harder. Hell, if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode in his pants like a fucking school boy.

  “That’s it baby, come.” He told her, still watching her come apart.

  Annie wasn’t sure what had just happened. Her body had never some so hard. When she finally floated back down to earth, s
he moaned, feeling his dick sliding against her folds. She whimpered, needing that hardness she felt hovering over her inside her, now. Pulling on his shoulders, she tried to wrap her legs around his hips. He moved away, not allowing her any control over their bodies.

  “Annie, you know what you have to say.” He rumbled against her neck, kissing her. His tongue laving the side of her neck

  “No, no…I need…I ne…” Annie panted, her breaths coming in short gasps.

  “I know what you need, baby. But I need a promise.” Tank rubbed the head of his dick against her entrance, entering her only the tiniest bit.

  “Fine, y-you big fu-fucking bas-bastard. I promise.” Annie screamed in his ear, unable to stand not having him inside her, for another moment.

  “Such a potty mouth, baby.” He moaned, as he slid his thick cock into her with a rough thrust. Then his hips were slamming into hers, while they both grunted and moaned in an animalistic need to mate. Her body was clenching on him so hard, he thought he’d come before he could get her off. He tried desperately to hold back, grunting as he pounded into her. Needing to make her come one last time.

  He was seconds away from orgasm when she cried out, screaming his name as she came apart beneath him.

  “Thank, fuck.” He breathed, before exploding in an orgasm so good he nearly passed out. He collapsed on top of her, unable to move for several moments, even knowing he must be crushing her.

  When he was finally able to move, he rolled to the side and pulled her on top of him. He grunted when she limply nipped at his chin. He ran a hand down her back, loving the feel of her skin beneath his hands. He really loved this woman, he realized. He’d known he would standing on the side of the road two weeks ago, but he hadn’t understood what it would mean. He’d been looking for this connection. The connection he felt to Annie, for years. Only he’d despaired of finding it, he’d thought about settling for a woman he could stand only days before. But holding her, he knew that it never would have been enough, and thinking of meeting her and never being able to act on it because he was already committed to another woman made him shudder in distaste.

  Feeling Tank shudder beside her, she lifted her head, “What’s wrong.” She asked surprised that she felt panic entering her heart. Did he regret their closeness? Was he worried about the secrets she was going to have to tell him, she wondered.

  “Nothing, I just thought of never having met you.” He told her, kissing her sweat dampened forehead.

  Annie’s smile at that revelation hit him square in the chest,making it clench in an odd way. He knew even as he held her that she wasn’t giving up racing any more than he was giving up his guns, and that made him want to lock her up in his basement to keep her safe. Or maybe tied to his bed, he thought, hummm…now that idea had potential.

  “What are you thinking, cause whatever it is, it’s not happening, Tank.” Annie grumbled.

  Tank shifted looking at her, she’d pushed herself up on her elbows resting on his chest. “What are you talking about?” He questioned, innocently.

  “Ha, you did not pull that off! That look had crazy written all over it, and whatever it was had to be something along the lines of tying me up somewhere, so that I don’t get into trouble. I’ve seen that look before. I am not your property.” Annie told him, glaring at him.

  “You are most defiantly my property, sweetheart.” Tank told her with a look she knew was meant to curb any objections she might have. “But I won’t lock you in a basement or tie you to the bed, even if it would be easier. Well, I might tie you to the bed…but only for a little while.” He grinned wickedly, letting that statement trail off. The man was too sexy for his own good, she thought, dread filling her. She needed to tell him about her mother. She wished that they didn’t have to have this conversation, she was scared that after she told him he wouldn’t want her anymore.

  Most of the time when she told people who her mother was it went one of two ways. They were both disgusted and fearful, or they were clamoring to meet her mother thinking that they could use Annie to get whatever they wanted from her. It was almost always the same. The only person she could remember finding out and not reacting that way, was Katie and that was likely why she was friends with the younger woman.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart.” Tank asked, cupping her face. He wasn’t at all happy about the sour look on her face. She looked like she was being led to her death. That didn’t make him happy right after he’d made love to her.

  “You don’t have to keep your promise, just tell me that it won’t happen often, please. It took ten years off my life watching you tonight.” He buried his face in her hair, squeezing her tightly.

  “Aw…that’s sweet, but I wasn’t upset over that. I was thinking about what I have to tell you about the run. I have to call my mother and set up the van drop tomorrow. I’m afraid to tell you about her.” Annie confessed, wishing that she didn’t have to tell him, but knew that if she wanted a relationship with this man she need to be completely honest with him. No more secrets. Jeez, she really hated her mother in that moment. Well, she didn’t like her much, anyway.

  Chapter 15

  Annie tried to shift away from him, but Tank’s arms tightened and he wouldn’t allow her to move away from him. She was nervous about telling him. She’d never known anyone who meant more to her and the thought that when she told him he might change the way he treated her made her want to cry. But her mother didn’t raise a wuss, she told herself sternly. She looked at him, taking in the slight frown that covered his face.

  “So, about the drop…” She let her voice trail off, looking away from him. She knew that just telling him quick, like ripping off the band aid was the best plan, but she was scared.

  “What about it, sweetheart? Whatever it is we can handle it. It will be okay.” Tank told her, his hand running up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

  “You’re looking for Looney Louie, right?” She asked.

  “How do you know about that?” Tank asked, his hand stilling on her back.

  “I heard you in the kitchen the other day. You were talking with Tiny and Bone about finding Looney Louie.” She looked at him, and his hand began to move on her back again. Tank wondered where this was going. She’d said she’d tell him about the van, but she seemed to be avoiding it instead. He wanted to sigh, damned woman was more skittish than anyone he’d ever met.

  “So, um yeah, that’s my mother.” She spit out in a voice that said she wasn’t really happy about having to say those words.

  “I’m confused. Looney Louie is an arms dealer. So, who’s you mother?” Tank asked, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

  “Louie is my mother, Tank,” Annie told him then rushed on to assure him in a shaky voice. “Louise Calder, aka Looney Louie. I know she’s not selling to the Jackal’s. I know that for a fact, she hates them ever since….” Tank couldn’t wrap his head around what she’d just said. Looney Louie was a woman, and she was Annie’s mother. What the fuck? He interrupted whatever else she was going to say, trying to understand what the hell was going on.

  “Wait, your mother’s the arms dealer we’ve been looking for?” He demanded, his eyes narrowing.

  Annie gulped, “Yes.” She whispered.

  “How can you be sure that she’s not selling to the Jackal’s, Annie?” He asked, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, his body stiff beneath her. Damn, it was what she had feared. Tank was going to hate her. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to do it here, she needed to get up and move away from him. That thought in her head she tried to get off him, only he held her to him.

  Tank snarled with displeasure when Annie tried to move away from him. He didn’t like that at all. Not one damned bit, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Not now, not ever. She belonged to him, and that was just the way it was going to be, hadn’t she figured that out yet.

  “How can you be sure, Annie?” He asked again.

  Realizing fro
m his tightening grip and the way he spoke through gritted teeth that he wasn’t going to let her move away from him, she sighed. She just hoped when she saw the hatred fill his eyes she was able to bear it without bursting into tears. Why did her mother and her stupid passion for gun running have to ruin everything in her life?

  “She doesn’t work with them since they kidnapped me, okay.” Annie spit out, trying her damndest not to cry, her heart breaking at the thought of him hating her.

  “Since they did what!” Tank roared, his head filled with a buzzing noise as he gripped her tightly. Those assholes had kidnapped her. Fuck, he was going to kill them. Every fucking one who’d touched her. Mother fucker, it was a wonder she was alive. Oh lord, had they raped her? It was bad enough thinking of them hitting her, but the idea that they’d rape his Annie made him a whole lot of crazy. Almost rabid. He was going hunting when this conversation was over, and those mother fuckers better hope that they were already dead. He squeezed her against him, his mind racing. She didn’t act like a woman traumatized in that way, but who knew how long she’d had to deal with it.

  “You’re hurting me, Tank.” Annie whispered. Tank realized he’d been digging his fingers into her hips too hard, and he released her.

  “Sorry.” Tank muttered, his vision still covered in a red haze of anger. “Now, describe in detail every man you saw while you were with them.”

  “What? Why?” She looked at him surprised to see that the anger she’d thought was directed at her was actually directed at the Jackal’s. Tank was beyond mad that they’d kidnapped her, and then it dawned on her what he must think, knowing the Jackal’s the way he did. “No, no Tank they didn’t rape me.” She whispered, then after a pause. “They just smacked me around a bit.”

  “That’s good. Now, describe them.” Tank said again.

  “Didn’t you hear me? They didn’t rape me, Tank. My mother put a stop to that by saying that she wouldn’t give them what they wanted unless I was in one piece and not hurt. Well, any more than I already was. She needed the codes.” Annie was holding his face trying to get him to look at her.