Tank

by Trixie Brewster

  Brick slammed the gavel down. As we filed out of the chapel, there were no smiles or cheering, just grim faces, and men pulling their phones out to get a hold of their families. My thoughts drifted to my sister. I pulled my phone out and dialed her number.

  “Hey, ass face.” She answered.

  “Hey, sis. Hey, you got a minute?” When I let Brick know that my sister was coming to Redding, he thought it would be good to get her on retainer. Never knew when we might need to get out of a jam. Molly was happy to take us on. It meant she had some money in her pockets, and we had a damned good lawyer on standby.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Sis, we got a problem. Need you to keep an eye out and put a tail on you.” I heard the shaky breath she took in before she answered me.

  “How bad. Tank, I know you can’t tell me everything. But tell me how bad.”

  “Nothing yet, but may change soon. Just gotta make sure everyone connected to us is covered.”

  “Just precautions then.” I nodded my head even though she couldn’t see it.

  “Yeah, just precautions is all.”

  “I can handle that. Hey, is the party still on this weekend?” I smiled, knowing that in a few days, her girlfriend was coming out of the closet. Molly was happy that her relationship wouldn’t have to stay a dirty little secret.

  “Yeah, we aren’t going to let some little threat keep us from booze.”

  Teasingly my sister replied. “Should have known. Your club should have been called party animals.”

  “We can’t help; we like to party.” Her laughter brought a smile to my lips.

  “Alright. I got to get back to work. You know some of us still do that.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I ended the call and got a beer from the cooler in front of me. Letting the cold alcohol move down my throat. It felt good after hearing the news of the century. I still couldn’t fathom that the Cartel was making a move. The fucking Cartel, we dealt with the Irish, but the fucking Cartel was no joke. Neither was the Irish, but still, having an enemy this big and with reaches down into Mexico didn’t help. But we were the Angels and Sinners and if the old-timers took them out once we can do it again.

  “When you gettin’ an Ol’ Lady?” Blaze slapped me on the back.

  “Never. Could you imagine having one right now?” I reply.

  “Yeah, but it would be nice to have someone to unwind with right now.” Blaze smiled, showing all his fucking teeth.

  “Might be, but not worth the headache.” I nod towards Stink, who seems to be on the phone consoling Amy. They have a lot to lose. They are going to be getting a new baby in a few weeks.

  “Why you askin’ you got one lined out?” I toss back at his ass.

  “Me, Nah. Not me. Never getting one either.” Something was off about his voice. I bet he found some strange like I am chasing. Someone outside the club. Wouldn’t surprise me with Blaze. The pretty boy didn’t have trouble getting any that was for damned sure.

  “Figured you would have already locked down the teacher by now.” Blaze continued on his bullshit. Figures he would ask about her, hell he put the moves on her.

  “So that is why you are here. Mad that the teacher wasn’t interested in you, pretty boy?”

  “Her loss, not mine. Apparently, she didn’t give you the time of day either.” He threw back at me. I shrugged my shoulders at him. I didn’t have to answer him.

  “Well, that tells me that she didn’t. Bet it is eating up at you. Maybe you should track down the teacher and go get her out of your system.” Blaze laughed as he walked off. That fucker, if he wasn’t my brother, I swear I could cut off his dick and make him gag on it. I already knew where she worked. Maybe if I showed up at her job, she wouldn’t be so quick to shoot me down.

  Getting to my feet, I left the clubhouse; I had a plan and a place to be at the moment. If this went well, I would be dick deep in a smart mouth, red-headed pussy by the time the moon was high in the sky.

  Chapter 9

  Angela

  The custodians had already deep cleaned the room and floors for me, I was almost done putting my classroom back together. I just needed to get the decoration cut and hung up. “He is back.” I looked up with a groan. I had been bent over for the past few hours, cutting out jungle pictures to hang around the classroom.

  “Who is back, Mrs. Henderson?” I questioned her. My mind apparently wasn’t following her.

  “That biker. Angela, the one that looks so scary.” With the way that she thought that could be any of them. My first thought went to Snake. That man may be cute, but he didn’t have a bone in his body that would sway me go out with him, let alone fuck him.

  Standing, I waved her off. “I will get the biker to leave,” I told her. The gasp she had made me laugh.

  “Angie, be careful he could snap you in two.” I laughed at her. I didn’t think they were a threat, not really. I knew what a danger looked like, and they weren’t it.

  “I will be fine.” Walking out the hallway and towards the front doors. When I looked out, it wasn’t who I figured it would be. My heart rate kicked up as I noticed Tank sitting outside on his bike, watching me through the windows. Holy hell, that man is hot. All he is doing is sitting there. He needs to take off his shirt. The man was leaning against his bike as cool as a cucumber. Wearing dark jeans and a black shirt that was stretched to its maximum. The man was sex on a stick hot. Taking a deep breath, I stilled my slut filled thoughts and walked outside to tame the beast and get him to leave. He was scaring the teachers, after all. Of course, it wasn’t all a bad thing.

  As I got closer, the asshole was smiling. “What are you doing here?” I ask him the smile never leaving his lips.

  “What? You mean I can’t just sit here an’ take in the scenery?” His eyes were alight with laughter. Closing my eyes, I took another deep breath.

  “Well, I mean, if playground equipment and concrete is your thing...”

  “Maybe I wanted to take in a certain kind of scenery like I don’t know the red-headed kind.” Opening my eyes, I met his eyes. His blue eyes were burning with fire. Blue fire that melted me on the spot. Fuck me now! My inner slut yelled out. Nope can’t do that. No can do.

  “Well, I think Mrs. Henderson used to be red-headed. You want me to get her for you?” I shot back. I needed to get him to leave. I had too much work to do. I couldn’t do it with my mind drifting to all the naughty things I wanted him to do me. Just think about how big his junk is. If he is that tall, his dick has got to match. Apparently, my inner slut decided to rear her slutty thoughts.

  “Nah, I got all the good scenery right here in front of me.” That smile, though. That smile had my lady bits partial to him. Dark blonde hair, the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen, and that damned lip ring. Damn, my body didn’t know what was right for it. Damn him for being here and getting my body and mind in a war it didn’t need.

  “Is that so?” I looked him from head to toe, slowly raking my eyes over his body, like a man would do to a woman. Taking in his hair that was longer on top, and short on the sides, to his lips, those damn lips that might feel good on my body, his larger than life arms that were crossed over his arms, I could make out the divets in his abs as I raked my eyes down lower to the bulge in his jeans. That man was either well hung or keeping a rolled-up sock in his jeans. His big black biker boots ended his ensemble of sexy biker.“Well, I don’t see anything I can’t live without.” I turned to leave it at that. I didn’t get two steps before he pulled me into his hard body. My body immediately went soft into him as I leaned my back into his front. Damn it.

  “Woman, your mouth says one thing, but your body says another.” His low tone sent goosebumps over my flesh. “Why you resisting me?”

  Why indeed? Just take him home already. Get your brains fucked out. I was about to tell him to go to hell when I opened my mouth all that fell out was. “I don’t know.” I needed to bang my head against a desk right now. How did the last time end, I didn’t
need the memories to be dredged up. But damn it all to hell, I couldn’t ignore the attraction I had to this man. He called to me, called me out, and made my lady bits throb just from being in the same air as him.

  “Is it because I am a biker?” he asked, and I let the laugh get by me before I could stop it. That had something to do with it. But it wasn’t because I thought I was better than him. Nope, I was worried about what my dad would do to him. Pulling away, I faced him and shook my head.

  “Has nothing to with you. Everything to do with my father.” I tell him straight. The shock on his face would make me laugh again if it wasn’t for his retort.

  “Last time I checked, you were a grown woman.” He stated flatly as his eyes raked over my body. The look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

  “I might be, but it doesn’t stop my father from getting into my life.” The look that he gave me was something I didn’t like. It said entirely that he didn’t like that I was my father’s daughter.

  “So, you’re a daddy’s girl. Always got to impress him and do what he says?” He was taunting me, and I took the bait. My anger washed over me as I put my hands on my hips.

  “I might be a daddy’s girl. But no, I don’t always do as he says.”

  “Then prove it.” I played right into his damn hands. He played me like a damned fiddle. I didn’t give him words or even a damn foot stomp. I just walked up to him and pulled his giant ass down to my level and kissed him. Hard, I kissed him hard. I felt his tongue rim the seam of my lips, and I tried to not whimper as I let him in. His tongue took over the kiss as I felt his hands fist into my hair and my ass. The man had guts I would give him that. I pulled him closer to me if that was possible. I could feel his apparent hard dick press into my belly. Definitely not a sock, that was all Tank. My wanton self-moaned out into his mouth.

  He pulled away from me before I was ready. “Got plans tonight?” I heard him, but my mind couldn’t make sentences. I had always thought that the phrase been kissed senseless was stupid. The kiss I just had with Tank put that phrase right. It wasn’t crazy; it was freaking real. And I wanted more of it. I shook my head, no. “Good. What time you get out of here?” I thought for a second as the fog lifted from my mind.

  “About five.” He smiled as he pecked my lips two more times before he pulled away and swaggered to his bike. The man boasted with all his ass on display, damn tight jeans, but damn that ass looked good enough to hold onto as he fucked my brains out. Closing my eyes, I gave myself a mental shake, so not happening.

  “See you at five.” He called over his shoulder as he started his bike, and just like that, he was gone. When I turned around, Mrs. Henderson and Carrie was standing at the door, waiting for me to come back inside.

  “Angie, how could you kiss that man. He is bad news.” I just shrugged my shoulders at the older teacher. She clicked her tongue behind her teeth and walked away from us. Carrie shocked the hell out of me when she asked. “Do they have more like that one? Like holy cow, that man was hot.”

  “Um, yeah. There is actually a whole club of them.” The smile that she had earlier was gone.

  “Sign me up. How do I meet a sexy biker? Seriously I need a date and a good bone.” Was she serious right now? I looked Carrie over, she was beautiful, and this was her third-year being the councilor for a school, but her first in Redding. She had light blonde hair and hazel eyes. To me she was tall, but she couldn’t be more than 5’8”. Her skin was milky white like she didn’t get out much. I had a reason for being so pale, my skin didn’t take sun well. All I did was burn to a crisp.

  “There is a party this weekend at their clubhouse. Maybe I can pull some strings and get you in.” It’s not that I couldn’t see Carrie on the back of a bike. But Carrie was too damned sweet and innocent to be tainted by one of the Sinners.

  “That would be cool, but Angie, I don’t know. A party, maybe I shouldn’t…” I held my hand up to her before she could finish.

  “I don’t even know what to expect at one. The only club party I went to was a baby shower. Even that got a little out of hand.” Carrie cringed at my words.

  “Yeah, I think I will pass. Besides, no one would notice me anyway. Maybe later.” She smiled at me and then walked away to her office. Carrie was pretty much the only person in this school that didn’t give me shit. Carrie may be shy and innocent, but she was one hell of a woman. Carrie was beautiful. That woman could bring a man down to his knees if she tried. I made my way to my room to finish the grueling task of cutting up the laminated paper.

  Chapter 10

  Tank

  So far, so right, now all I had to do was get her back to her place, and everything should fall into place. I parked next to the car and took it in. What the hell type of teacher was she. Her car was a green 1970 Challenger T/A. Damn, the ride was sweet, a real American muscle car that was for sure.

  “Lookin’ good teach,” I yelled at her as she locked the door. She flipped me off and walked towards me. But she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Angie might be a teacher, but she was all woman. If I had to go off the kiss from earlier today, the doubt about her being a spitfire was gone. The woman was a damned wild cat. She lived it and breathed it daily.

  Her red hair fell past her shoulders and sparked dark red. My dick was at full attention to her. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, deep green, and ready for a fight. I loved it; she was feisty before we even got to her place. Her small frame and generous tits were something I couldn’t wait to get my hands all over. She was wearing a black skirt that fell just below her knees, my fingers itching to move it up and see what she had on underneath it. Her red top was not hiding the cleavage, and those fuck me heels clicking as she made her way to her car. Damn, she was smoking hot.

  When I pulled her to me, earlier today, her body went soft and molded to me. She may be fighting to keep me away, but her body was screaming, yes, loud and clear. Message fucking received.

  “It’s good to see you again. Now goodbye.” I could see the smile in her eyes as she told me.

  “Really, you want to get rid of me so soon.” I placed a hand over my heart. “Just to think I was going to give you a free ride on Tank jr.” The challenging smile I didn’t miss.

  “Really, Tank jr? And a free ride? Oh, my goodness, what am I going to do?” The sarcasm was thick in her tone.

  I leaned forward towards her, “you’re going to take me to your house.”

  “And if I say no?” She had her hands on her hips and her tote bag and purse on her shoulder.

  “Then I guess I need to step up my game.” I gave her my panty-melting smile. I wasn’t so full of myself that I thought my smiles were, in fact, panty-melting. I just watched the women around me when I smiled. Plus, I had been told a few times what my smiles did to them. It never hurts for a man to know what he had so he can use it.

  “Uh, huh. What makes you think that I want you in my house?” She was going to play hardball. I should just walk away and cut my losses. I mean, why work so hard to get her pussy. But, something was telling me deep in my gut that she was going to be different. The way she called me out didn’t back down from my shit. I fucking loved it.

  “How about dinner first?” I counter her question.

  “Dinner, really. I am not cooking for you.”

  “Woman, I am asking you out to dinner.”

  “Oh, well in that case. I want a steak and lobster dinner.” The smirk she had on, I wanted to fuck it off her face so damn bad.

  “Good. I think I can manage that.” I got off my bike and walked towards her cage.

  “What are you doing?” She asked when I held my hands out for her keys.

  “Going to drive you to dinner,” I state. It was evident that I was going to drive Angie there.

  “Can’t you just drive yourself?”

  “An’ risk you running? No, I think I will just drive you there myself. Not taking any risk.”

  “Huh, you sure are putting a lot of work into this
.”

  “Sometimes, work is worth the effort.” Rolling her eyes, she hands me keys, but not without warning.

  “You break it you buy it.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I shoot at her as I open the door for her. Once she is settled, I make my way to the drivers’ seat. I had to push the driver’s seat all the way back for me to get in. I was impressed to see that it was a stick shift. Turning my cut inside out and draping it over the seat before I got in.

  “Why’d you do that?”

  “We don’t wear the cut in cages,” I state flatly. Turning the engine over, I smiled, hearing the Hemi pushing the growling sound out the exhaust system.

  “Like I said, you break it. You buy it.” She eyes me seriously.

  “This car something special to you.”

  “Yeah, it was a gift from a friend of the family.” She gives off a smile that makes her features seem years younger. A genuine smile, getting lost in it. I want to be the one that puts that smile on her face.

  “One hell of a gift.” It was, to be able to give something like this took money. The car was in mint condition. The seats were redone in matching green on the outside. It wasn’t a baby poop green either but a lime green that screamed attention. “Don’t worry, I will take care of your baby.” I smile at her as she rolls her eyes at me again. She didn’t know it yet, but she was going to pay for those eye rolls. I was keeping count. I had plans for those eye rolls, and my hand was itching to be on her ass and give her a good spanking for them for each and every one of them.

  The time passed quickly as we drove in silence. I pulled up to The Steak House. It was the best-damned steak in town, the lobster wasn’t too bad either. She made a move to get her door. “Woman, stay put.” I get out and put my cut back on, lock the door, and rush over to get her out.

  “Thanks.” She said as her hand fell into mine. Her tiny hand dwarfed by mine. “Welcome, now come on, I’m hungry.” The smile that graced me was beautiful as she shook her head.