Tank

by Trixie Brewster

  “Yeah, she never misses a club party. I bet Amy is with the kids.” I was excited to see my little man. It had only been a couple of weeks since I saw him. Opening the door to the clubhouse, I was shocked that it was clean. For a bunch of men to be here anyway, it was. The bar top was dark mahogany and shiny. There were a couple of pool tables and a dartboard on the sidewall. The music was thumping loud. Most of the tables were full of men with beer or what looked like whiskey in the glasses. The clacking of the balls brought a smile to my face and a memory back.

  The smoke from the room tickled my nose. It was sweet-smelling smoke from a cigar. “Little Darlin’ come here.” I saw daddy sitting in the corner of the room. Mamma brought me here a few times a month to see my daddy. The room was part of the ‘shoe’ warehouse that he had. I never thought to ask why he had a bar in there.

  “Yes, daddy,” I asked in wonder as he stood towering over me. I was only fifteen and full-grown as I was going to get, but he was tall and robust. “I’m going to teach you how to play pool. If you don’t learn anything else from me. I want you to be able to run the tables in a bar.” My mamma swatted him in the arm. He laughed as he taught me how to rack the balls and how to break them.

  “Angela, now I want you to aim for the 13 stripes. Where can you sink at?” I could smell the faint smell of Jameson Whiskey on his breath.

  “The right side pocket.”

  “That is right. Now how hard are you going to hit the cue ball?” I looked at where the cue ball was. It was close, but I didn’t want to scratch.

  “Not too hard, but hard enough to not to scratch,” I told him as he beamed at me. When he smiled, it turned his face from hard to a handsome soft. I had heard that a girl's father is her first love, and all other men would have to compete. I had no doubt that I would never find a man that could beat my father.

  “I think the student is passing the teacher.” He ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. “Love you, my sweet little darlin’.”

  “Go on, I know you want to show them how to play.” Molly nudged me. “I will be there in a bit.”

  “You know me too well.” I hugged Molly and made my way to the pool table, where all of the badass bikers were talking their shit. I watched them take a few shots and already knew I could take any of them down.

  I recognized two of them, Blaze and Jag. Blaze looked up first, and his jaw fell to the floor. “Um, Angie, right?” He asked his smile was attractive, but it didn’t do what Tank’s did to my insides.

  “Yep.” I popped the p as I laid my quarters down on the table. “So who is going to lose?” I asked with a smile.

  “Jag for sure. I am the pool master here.” Blaze smiled at me again. I ignored him and looked over at Jag.

  “Is that so? Well, I want the next game.” I smiled again, and Jag took an audible gulp. The only ball that was left on the table was the eight ball. Blaze lined up the shot and sunk it quickly. He grinned at me.

  “You can rack ‘em beautiful.” He winked at me. I already knew this game. He wanted to see how much experience I had at playing pool. Too easy to fool them. I pulled the rack out and started to fumble with the balls and trying to not get them right. I giggled as I looked up, trying to give my best ‘I am a dumb blonde look.’ I stepped back and let him put the balls in their right places. I allow him to break and watched as he made a couple of shots. Now it was my turn. The whole time he was making shit shots, I was planning on where to put the balls. I gave him a smile and got ready to take my chance.

  Molly came up, tugging a beautiful woman behind her. “Angie, this is Kelsey.” Before Molly could say ‘my girlfriend.’ Kelsey beat her to the punch.

  “I am her girlfriend.” I smiled at her as Molly pulled her closer to her. They both looked happy and seemed like a good match. Molly was a lot like Tank, I had to come find. They were both strong-willed and were use t getting what they wanted when they wanted.

  “Glad to meet you, Kelsey.” I put my hand out to shake, and she pulled me into a hug. When she stepped back, she was smiling mischievously.

  “You and Tank. I would have never seen that coming. Give ‘em hell, girl.” I nodded as I took my aim with the cue stick. I took my shot and sunk two balls at the same time.

  I ran the table on his ass and was about to drop the eight ball when a ruckus behind me distracted me. I turned in time to see Tank stomping towards me with a scowl on his face. I lined my shot back up and sunk the eight ball and stood up. Blaze had his mouth open, and Jag was laughing his ass off.

  “How…the…what tha?” Blaze was looking from the table to me to the approaching pissed off giant stomping like an impertinent child.

  “Woman.” Tank roared from the other side of the pool table. I schooled my face to keep the smile of satisfaction from it.

  “Yes, Tank.” I drawled out his name.

  “I told you no dress,” He said low as his eyes raked from my hair to my boots. His eyes stayed at my shoes as his eyes were burning with lust. Yep, the shoes were the right choice.

  “Yep.” I popped the ‘p’ and gave him a small smile.

  “Get over here.” Tank held out his hand, I shook my head no. I was not going to be controlled like that. If he asked me, then I would. Just like if he asked me to wear jeans I might have. “I’m goin’ tan that hide if you don’t.”

  “That’s the plan, big boy.” I placed the cue stick on the table. “Boys, it was nice.” I walked past Tank and to the bar where Molly was talking low with her girlfriend. I didn’t have to look back to know that Tank was hot on my heels. Before I could make it to Molly, my world turned upside down. I shrieked when my stomach dipped and the firm hand on my ass. He actually had me caveman style. All he needed to do was beat his chest and grunt out ‘mine’ for it to be complete. I struggled and kicked my legs and slapped his back. “Caveman put me down,” I yelled at him.

  “Stop, your showing your ass.” Showing my ass, showing my ass.

  “I wouldn’t be if you would put me the fuck down,” I yelled out. I heard hoots and catcalls from the bar area, animals every single one of them. I bounced on his shoulder as he went up steps. “Put me down, Tank.” I tried yelling again. He stopped, and I heard keys jingling, and I went sailing on to a bed. I scrambled off the mattress and planted my hands on my hips as my chest rose and fell. I was going to give it to him.

  Chapter 16

  Tank

  When I saw Angie wearing that damn dress and playing pool with Jag and Blaze, my dick acted first, and my head spun. The damned woman didn’t listen. I told her jeans and shirt, not a fucking dress, so short her ass cheeks were peeking out as she bent over the damn pool table. A pool table I wanted to fuck her over. It would be so easy to turn her over it and stick my dick in her.

  Then I saw it, Blaze checking her ass out and grinning like a maniac. Blaze didn’t care that she was running the table. Although I was impressed that she was. But I was more pissed that every brother had their eyes on her. Those fuck-me boots had my head spinning, and my dick thumping against my jeans. I had to get her out of there before I lost my head and started rolling heads for looking at what was mine.

  Mine, fuck, yep might as well cut my balls off and drop them in her fucking purse.

  Looking at her stepping up to me, deep inside, I was proud that my woman was stepping up to me. But she needed to listen, not listening to could get her hurt or worse. I wasn’t worried about my brothers doing something to her. Civilians or other clubs wouldn’t think twice about trying to get a crack at her, willing or otherwise.

  “Woman, I told you. no fucking dress.” Growling low at her.

  “That’s right. You. Told. Me.” She yelled out the last three words.

  I threw my hands up in the air. “Why didn’t you do it then? Huh, you just looking to get raped. Huh?” She growled in frustration at my words, and a flicker of fear crossed her features.

  “Do I have something to worry about? Would your brothers do that?” She yelled back at me. I did
n’t want to get into a screaming match with her. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I took a step back.

  “Angie.” I tried in a soothing voice. “Babe, you aren’t claimed. I didn’t want someone to try anything with you.” I watched her demeanor relax; her eyes took on a different look. Instead of heated and pissed, she looked defeated. With a sigh, she sat on my bed.

  In a sad and low voice. “I’m sorry.” Her head tilted to the side with a sly grin she shocked the hell out of me. “I did it because you stated, and I quote, ‘I will tan your hide.’ So I just decided to, you know, um.” I was on her in a heartbeat. She wanted my hand on her ass, that was why she did it. She did it to defy me to get punished. I had her in my lap so fast I could have given Flash a run for his money.

  “Woman, next time, all you have to do is ask.” I groaned when I pushed her dress up and saw only a G-string between her perfect ass cheeks. When I palmed her ass cheek, she moaned and wiggled on my lap. “Babe, you need this?” I asked before I tanned her hide. Instead of being upset with her, she had me turned the fuck on. This woman wanted me to spank her into submission.

  She answered in a breath. It was a whisper, but all I needed to hear. “Yes.”

  My hand came down across her left cheek. She let out a low moan as I rubbed the slightly pink globe. I smacked her right cheek, she mewled again as I rubbed the cheek. I was marveling at how they turned a light shade of pink.

  “More.” She spurred me on. I gave her a harder smack on her left and right cheeks the moan that escaped had my dick harder than it was last night. “Tank, again.” She whined out. I gave it to her, a little harder. Her body jerked as she ground her hips on my leg. Her red hair nearly touching the floor, I wanted to see her face. Pulling her red hair into a ponytail, her cheeks were flushed with need. Moving the small patch of fabric, I found her slit and rubbed a finger over her wetness. I pushed a finger into her. “Yes.” She let out. I pulled her hair tighter, marveling at the small woman in my lap, at the way her back bowed with her ass jutted out and her sopping wet pussy greedily taking my finger. I pumped once, twice then I smeared her juices down into her ass crack. She tightened for a second as I coaxed the tight rosebud of her ass. “One day, soon. That ass will be mine.” Pressing two fingers into her creamy pussy, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and pressed my pinky to her tight rosebud. Slipping my pinky in one knuckle at a time, I could feel how tight she was. “Oh, gawd…Tank…Tank.” She yelled out.

  “That’s right. You like me spanking your naughty ass and fingering your holes, don’t you? Tell me, Angie, how much do you like being filled completely.” I pulled on her hair a little harder, her pussy and ass clamping down on my fingers.

  “Love, it.” She yelled out as her walls contracted around my hand. I couldn’t take it anymore, my dick was hard as granite, thumping against my zipper painfully. I needed her, only her to take my dick in her pussy and extract my cum. I didn’t even have time to get my boots off, yanking my belt off and pushing my jeans down as I held Angie in my arms. I impaled her on my dick. Her claws were sunk into my chest as I fucked her using her body right in the middle of the room. Finding the wall, I braced her and fucked her deep and hard. Her nails leaving behind crescent marks on my pecs. I wanted her to mark me, it spurred me on. “Tank…Oh, Fuck!” Angie screamed out.

  “That’s right, baby, whose pussy am I fucking.” Her green eyes meet mine.

  “Yours All yours.” She gasped out. Hearing her accept me, even while I was impaling her did something to me, my dick pulsed as her pussy gripped me tight, almost strangling my dick. Jets of cum came out and filled her greedy pussy as she still gripped me hard. I stood looking at her, her head thrown back red hair down her back gripped in my hands. She was stunning, taking all of my cum in her. It hit me hard, and my chest ached. This woman was mine, and she didn’t even know it yet. Hell, I just figured it out. I didn’t know if I liked the idea of having an Ol’ Lady or not. But I knew that I didn’t want to be tied down. I didn’t have a good start at life, no good role models, no good upbringing, I wouldn’t know the right or wrong way to treat Angie. In the bedroom, I was good, really good. Outside the bedroom, I wasn’t sure of. She was classy. She was sweet. She was a teacher and had to keep a clean record and be seen as an upstanding citizen.

  What could I give her mayhem and madness? The club? I was nothing more than a low life, a biker, the scum of the city. Some would go as far as to say that I was a drug dealer even though it was legal. I sold Mary Jane for crying out loud. Sure, I could give her anything she wanted, with all of the business that the club had our pockets were lined. All I would be for Angie was an enjoyable romp in the sack, nothing more. I should be used to that. I was never seen as nothing more, just an orphaned kid who was trying to keep what little family he had under the same roof when the social workers came.

  I lowered us back to the floor. Angie smiled utterly oblivious to the turmoil I had going on in my head. How would she react to knowing that the man she was fucking had issues a mile wide? That her just saying that she was mine affected me like that. I was the SAA of the Angels and Sinners MC of Redding, CA. I didn’t need a woman to keep me grounded. I had my brothers for that. This needed to end, and soon. I had already been through the wringer once before; I knew how classy ladies like her thought about bikers like me. I couldn’t let my dick do the thinking for me.

  “Damn, Tank, you just keep getting better and better every day.” She had to look up at me to tell me that. Yeah, the damned woman knew how to make me forget about how I needed to end this thing we had going on.

  “Woman, your good for my ego.”

  “Yeah, that why you keep coming back?” I didn’t even know why I kept coming back. She was beautiful and addicting. I didn’t know if I would ever get over her. I figured a night in her bed would get her out of my system, but now I don’t know if I ever could get her out.

  ***

  “Look, I don’t know what the hell the Cartel has against the Irish. But maybe we need to cut our ties.” Stink was going on and on about it. It was like he was beating the proverbial dead dog.

  “Hell, we haven’t even seen them around town.” Blaze countered. “Besides, if we get out of the guns, we might as well become pussies. No more 1% club for us.” Blaze crossed his arms across his chest.

  “This is why we need to take a vote. We need to decide. We have families to think of and children on the way. Is this life really worth the risk of some of us not coming home at the end of the day, either in prison or rotting in a concrete box?” Brick made a good point. The club life would always be the same with or without the guns in our lives.

  “What about the money?” Snake asked. I knew there was something about Snake. He always seemed to act like he was a horn dog, but I got the feeling that he wasn’t really, well most of the time. Okay, maybe a small percentage of the time.

  “While the money would be gone…” Brick sighed as he fidgeted with a pen. “We still have our legit businesses. We could always open a couple more.” Snake nodded his head and looked down for a minute. He sighed and dropped something huge on our lap. “I am just worried about the money for my sister. She is in assisted living, you know. She is awake, but the SOB who put her there took her away from me.” What the fucks went around the table as the men looked at each other, trying to figure this out.

  “Where is this SOB?” Brick’s voice dipped low as he steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them.

  “He has already been taken care of.” Snake gave me a look that said it all. The man was dead and buried never to see another day. I nodded my head at him. I would do the same thing if it were my sister. He patched over from another MC out of Georgia. Brick had him do a small prospect period, but it wasn’t needed. Snake knew how the MC life went and fit into our little family nicely. The man was solid.

  “Don’t worry about the money for your sister, Snake. Whatever the bill is consider it handled by the club.” Brick glanced at Butch, he nodded his head and ma
de a couple of marks on his notepad.

  “We ready for this vote?” Snake asked, looking like he didn’t just drop a fucking bomb on us. Hell, all the years I have known Snake, I didn’t even know he had family outside of the club.

  “All for getting out of running the guns after all this shit goes down.” Brick waited for each one of us to place our vote. Every member said ‘aye’ the majority was sealed, and we would be cleaning up our acts. In a way, I was happy about the decision, it meant that maybe I had a chance with the teacher, since I wouldn’t be some bottom of the barrel criminal.

  “Alright, fuckers, church is over.” Brick slammed the gavel down as we got our phones from the entryway of the Chapel. I checked my phone, and I smiled.

  At 1:15 pm Angie: You coming by later?

  At 1:30 pm Angie: Thinking about you.

  At 1:50 pm Angie: You working?

  At 2:00 pm Angie: Hello? I’m getting hungry…

  At 2:15 pm Angie: I am still hungry, maybe for something meaty, and long like a sausage.

  Me: Sorry, babe, been busy with the club. What are you hungry for?

  Angie: Oh, you know what I want, big guy, YOU!

  “Damn, if I had a woman like that, I would be jetting out of here fast.” Blaze said from over my shoulder. I elbowed his nosy ass, and he laughed. “Just saying. You gonna make her an Ol’ Lady?” I had to think about that question. Did I want Angie as an Ol’ Lady? I didn’t know the answer, the sex was off the charts with her. We just fit together comfortably. She was something else, always had something to say back to me. The woman was strong and didn’t need a man to help her out. But she was hiding something, and I wanted to know what it was.

  “Thinking ‘bout it.” I was honest with the VP. I didn’t know if it was going to work between the two of us. I had a bad feeling that the secret she was harboring had something to do with her dad. Would that keep me from seeing this shit trough? I didn’t know. I knew I wanted to keep her in my life. She was the light to my darkness. I knew I was probably an end to a means for her, but that damn redhead was getting under my skin and fast. Yesterday, I wanted to end things with her, but now I don’t know if I want to let her go.