“You ready for me?” He asked in his husky tone.
“Always,” I answered back in a voice that was sultry with need.
Tank braced me higher up on the wall with his hands under my ass. He lined his cock up at my entrance and entered me slowly. “Fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight.” He bit out. The stretch was a welcome relief as Tank sunk all the way to the hilt. “Fuck, Angie.” Pulling back out, he slid in faster and faster until all thoughts were gone, and I have only left the building pressure. “Tank, god, I need more,” I yelled out in the shower. My plead for more reverberating against the tile walls. He did this to me, made me become a pleading, wanting, wanton, and yet I didn’t want to change it. When I pleaded with him, it spurred him on, faster and harder.
“Touch your clit, babe.” Tank commands. Reaching down, I rubbed my clit as the pressure in my middle exploded. Screaming out as my pussy gripped Tank’s cock. His pace didn’t let up as he pounded into me, as I had what felt like an out of body experience, floating above, but still connected. As another build-up started my eyes rolled in the back of my head, I could feel my nails dig into his shoulders. “That’s it, babe, come for me. Come all over my dick.” His dirty mouth was on my lips, taking all my cries as they spilled out of me without permission. God, the things he does to me, makes me forget who I am. I get lost in everything that is Tank when he is in me. There is no room for thought when he is working my body like he owns it. Oddly enough, I do mind it. “Angie, come now.” Tank commands, with every word he thrust in hard. His power washes over my body as I come hard, glad that he is holding me up. There would be no way I could hold myself up right now. Boneless, that is what he fucked me into. As I came down, he stilled and let out a moan as he called my name.
After getting out of the shower and getting died off, which Tank does, he doesn’t ask. He just does it. He carries me to bed and wraps his big body around me. Sleep came quickly like it has for the past week. There were no worries, no memories to keep me awake when I was with him. Just Tank in my bed, keeping me safe.
We did a lot of fucking over the past month, lots of food at home ‘dates’ if you could call eating after work and then getting it on afterward. But sleeping was one of my favorite times. The man was like a furnace and didn’t have any personal space. Waking up in his strong arms and sometimes his legs too, was always comforting. I felt safe. Like as long as Tank was caging me in his arms, nothing could hurt me.
Hale was confounding. One minute he was all commands, and the next, he was showing me how much he cared. Sexing me with slow movements and feeling my body with calloused hands that never hurt only gave me comfort and pleasure.
He was the epitome of a bad boy. Tattoos and lip piercing, filthy mouth, and a swagger that could make a woman swoon as he walked. But that ass was something else, the man had a delicious ass a perfect handful for hanging on to when he drove into me. But the way he never backed down from me was what I fell in love with. He always had a comeback for something, and there were a few times he left me speechless.
The water ran cold over me as I sat on the shower floor, hugging my knees to my chest. Trying to ignore the chill as my mind relived the moments that we had together. When I started to shiver, I knew I needed to get out before I got sick, but I couldn’t find the energy or the want to get up. “Pull yourself together, Angie. You’re a damn O’Malley.” I try to tell myself as another sob wracks my body. “Damn it all to hell.” I pull myself up and slam the water off as I get out of the shower and my head throbbing even more than it was before I got in the shower. Pulling on some clothes that I grabbed out of the bag. I plopped down on the couch I the living room and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels, everything reminded me of Hale. “Surely, the Discovery Channel.” Flipping to that channel, they were doing a documentary on motorcycles. Flipping off the TV and throwing the remote. “Why can’t I catch a break,” I yelled out. My phone ringing pulled me out of my anger. The ID showed my mamma was calling. Taking a deep breath, I answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Angela, baby. How are you doing?” I thought about lying to her. But I was pretty sure that wouldn’t fly with her. She could always tell when I lied. Hence the reason I tried not to lie to her or just didn’t talk about the subject.
“Mama.” I cried out. “Why does it hurt so much?”
“Oh, baby girl. When we deny our souls what they need, it hurts.”
“But, mama, he doesn’t feel the same.” New damning tears streak down my face. Wiping them away, I sniff.
“Angela, that man is head over heels deep. He is tearing his hair out, trying to find you. Baby, he loves you, and he is hurting too.”
“But, mama, I don’t want him to get hurt because of me.”
“Angela, did I ever tell you the story of when your father pulled this on me once?” I could never see my father try and run from my mama. He loved her too much. He would never leave her. Plus, I was sure she might club him with a rolling pin. The image of my mamma wielding a rolling pin chasing my dad pulled a smile to my lips.
“No,” I whispered into the phone.
She sighed, “Well, he did. About two years after we were married. There was some stuff going on that was bringing heat to us. Your father was scared that something was going to happen to me. So, he packed up his stuff and left, telling me that he loved me and didn’t want his enemies to hurt or kill me. How do you think I felt knowing he could walk away so easily? After he begged and made me marry him, he was just leaving because he was scared.”
“But… That is horrible mama. What happened?” I couldn’t imagine the pain that they went through. They had been together for a couple of years.
“Baby, he only made it without me for about two days and one night. He came back to where he belonged. This last time was the first time anyone has gotten to me. And you know what? It was worth having your father in my life. I would gladly go through what I did ten more times to keep him.”
Her words hit a soft spot, and I realize that I may have screwed up big time.
“Mama, I gotta go.”
“Yes, you do.” She tells me with a snort as I hang up.
Pulling up the messaging app on my phone, I send out a text that I hope is still welcomed.
Me: Can you come and get me?
Hoovering over the send button, I take a deep breath as I send it to Hale. Putting the phone down as I wait for him to reply. What if’s began to swim around my mind as I sat there staring at the screen.
Chapter 27
Tank
Coming out of the haze that I put myself in through liquid amber. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I look to the empty spot next to me on the bed and sigh. One more day, one more day of pure torture to go and get my girl back.
Knowing where she was and waiting for three days to pass was pure agony. I can’t believe her mother just gave her daughter up. But I was thankful for it. At least I knew she was somewhere safe even if she didn’t talk to me. Not having her right here with me was tearing me up on the inside. We just got through all of this shit with the cartel, and just like that, she high tails it out of here like she can't get away from me fast enough. “Damn it.” I should have told her sooner how I felt, that I wanted her to be my Ol’ Lady. But fuck, I didn’t know how to tell her that. She became my everything in a short time, and I didn’t want to give her the option to walk out.
Pulling my phone off the charger and checking my messages, I had one from Angie. My heart raced as I read it and smiled.
Angie: Can you come get me?
Throwing the blankets off, I grabbed a pair of pants from the floor and threw them on. Grabbing a shirt from the dresser, I was ready to go and get my woman. My phone rang in my pocket as I pulled it out it was a number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Tank, sweetie. So glad you answered. This is Margot.”
“Hi.” Why the hell was she calling me?
“I am pretty sure my daug
hter is ready to come home to you.”
“Yes, ma’am, she is.”
“Good, a word of advice. Don’t let my daughter off too easy. These O’Malley’s are a stubborn bunch.”
“Okay?” She laughed and sighed.
“Good, and Tank keep my baby safe.”
“Don’t even have to ask.”
“Just what I wanted to hear.” The phone clicked off as I pulled the door open. Diesel was standing in front of me.
“Oh, hey, Tank. Listen, I want to apologize for maybe misleading you yesterday.”
“Yeah, yeah. I figured it wasn’t a virus.” Smiling as I figured, he was threatened into silence, which was okay right now. My woman was ready to come home.
“Everything good, man?” Diesel asked cautiously.
“Yep, be back sometime later this week.”
“You find Angie?” Diesel was eyeing me closely.
“Yep, now get out of my way.” He nodded and walked down the hall towards his room. Storming out of the clubhouse, I fired up my bike and took off toward Mount Shasta. The smile took over my face was genuine, my woman was ready to come home, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Somehow that woman got under my skin and wiggled, no forced her way into my heart. There was nothing subtle about her. One thing I realized that Angela O’Malley may be small in stature, but her heart was huge, and she filled me with emotion filling to the brim the size of the ocean. A memory hit me as I drove to her.
“Tank, what the hell do you mean to listen to you?” Hands were on her hips, she was in a denim skirt that stopped right above her knees, wearing some black fuck-me boots with a low heel, with a black peasant top. Her red hair was done up in curls and the perfect amount of war paint on her face. My cock was getting hard just by looking at her. My hands itched to touch her, and I couldn’t wait to see her under me, coming undone like the wild cat she is. I was a glutton for punishment because when that wild cat came out, she scratched my back and ass all to hell. If it made a sucker, then so be it.
“That’s right woman, you need to listen to me.” I knew by telling her what to do, she was going to give me hell. But I loved it when she bucked against me. There was something about watching her green eyes burn with intensity that did me in. Her lips formed a thin line, throwing her hands in the air.
“No, I am not going to just listen to you and obey your every fucking whim.”
“Huh, ‘cause last night you didn’t have a problem with it.” She doesn’t have a problem listening to me when she is so damned turned on, she begs for it, and I relish it. The only time my woman accepts my words is when she wants my cock buried deep in her.
“Really, really, you're going to use that against me?” Those green emeralds held fire behind them, and my hard dick stirred and wept to be buried in her tight wet heat.
“All’s fair in love and war, babe.”
“Tank, I swear to god, you are implacable. Just because I listen when I want your dick doesn’t mean anything.” Lifting her chin in defiance, I can’t keep the grin off my face. This woman is going to bust my balls at every turn, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why I don’t give a shit.
“Just listen, okay.” Before I can finish my sentence, she is already moving to stand in front of me.
“No, buster, you listen,” she pokes me in the chest. “I am,” poke, “not going,” poke, “ to do.” Poke, “as you,” poke, “say.”
“Are you done?” she shakes her head at me, letting me know she isn’t ever going to be done. Good. “I was actually going to ask you to go out with me tonight, but if you don’t want to listen, then that is fine.” Shrugging my shoulders, I watch as her body relaxes as a smile spreads across her face, and all of the fire behind her eyes diminishes to happiness.
“Ah, Tank, are you asking me out on a date?” batting her eyelashes at me. I laugh.
“Yeah, guess I am. I will pick you up at six tonight.” I tell her, and that fire comes back in her eyes.
“Not asking are you.” she narrows her eyes at me. Turning to leave to go back to work.
“Don’t wear anything sexy either,” I yell at her retreating back. I already know that she is going to wear something sexy just to piss me off and get her a good spanking. But tonight we are taking my bike so she better not wear something too short or she will be regretting it when we go down the highway.
Pulling up to her house at six o’clock, there are no lights on, and the smile falls from my face. Maybe she doesn’t want to go out with me. Maybe, I am not good enough for her. My old insecurities resurface. Pushing then back down, I go up to her door and knock, the door flies open, and there she is standing in front of me in tight pants with knee-high boots and a tight shirt that barely contains her tits. Licking my lips, I take her in from boot to hair. She has her hair in a low ponytail that ends in curls that have my hands itching to wrap around it and pull just to hear the small gasps escape from her wine-colored lips.
“Ready?” she asks in her husky tone of voice.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod and turn walking back to my bike, rearranging my dick. “Ever ridden a bike before?” I ask when I move to watch her walk towards me. I wonder if she realizes that she oozes sex appeal just by walking. My woman could be wearing a paper bag, and she would still stir my dick.
“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ crossing her arms over her chest, making her tits push up even more. “Eyes up here, bud.” Raising my eyes to hers, I can see the laughter in her eyes. Damn the woman, she wore that top, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop staring at her tits. All creamy and begging for my mouth on them.
“Good, I get to pop that cherry for you.” Her smile falters for a split second.
“Well, doesn’t that make you special.” Her smile slowly comes back, and the light behind her eyes is shining with something that I cant identify before she covers it up again.
“Maybe not special but memorable.” I throwback at her.
“Please, Tank, you too damn big to be forgotten.” Pride surges through me, I know she’s talking about my size, not my dick size. But knowing that I am leaving a mark on her makes my ego soar. Showing her how to get on the bike and where to put her feet, once she gets on, she wraps her arms around my middle as I strike the bike up. Feeling the roar of the engine and my woman warming my back gives me a sense of completion, shaking it off I take us to our destination. I take it slow with her being on the bike with me, and the ride takes a few extra minutes to get there. But, it doesn’t stop Angie, and I hear the little gasps of awe that she gives off as we pass some trees. She is a natural, taking turns with me, and not moving around too much. Damn just another reason, out of many reasons why I should make her my Ol’ Lady. I needed to get those thoughts out of my head and fast.
“Really, Tank, a bar?” she asks with a smile in her tone.
“Yep, but it has the best damn burgers.” Smiling, I help her off my bike. Once inside, we take our seats at a table away from the noise. The server comes and takes our orders. “So, did you like the ride?”
A slight blush color her checks, damn if I thought she was beautiful before she turned flat out drop dead gorgeous with that blush. “It was good.” She said as she looked at the menu on the table. Just ‘good’ wouldn’t do, I could see the defiance light up her eyes as she glanced at me over the laminated paper.
“Just good, huh, guess I will have to change that.”
“You can try.” She taunts. As the burger baskets arrive, I formulate a plan to get that ‘just good’ to turn into something more. Challenge accepted Angie. “Mmmhmm, these are good,” Angie said around a bite of her burger. Something that I have come to endure over the past two weeks is that Angie loves her food and lets it be known. Those damn moans that she gives off drive me crazy. It seems anything that she eats that taste good, she must be vocal about it. Finishing my burger in record time so that we can get out of here and take care of my hard-on. Throwing some bills on the table. A slower rock song came on. Mis
fits by Shinedown was blaring on the speakers in the bar. “C’mon and dance with me.” Angie gets up and pulls on me to get up.
“Angie, I don’t dance.” I try to get out of it.
“Please, think that we are in my kitchen.” She winks at me as we make it to the dance floor. Pulling her close to me, we rock back and forth. The only type of dance that I know. “Look at you, big bad biker dancing with little ol’ me.” I can hear the grin in her voice. The song ends, and I pull her out the door.
Getting to the bike, I know that there will be no way that we are going to make it to her house. Pulling her to me and taking her lips and pressing my body into hers, she lets out a small whimper. Plundering her mouth with my tongue, considering what I want and showing how bad I need her. Her hands wind in my hair as I pull back, Angie pulls me back to her and steals another heated kiss. “Woman, I am trying to make it back to your place.”
“Stop trying, biker boy.”
“Fuck me,” I mutter to myself.
“Don’t mind if I do.” She says as she climbs on the bike, tilting her head to the side and patting the seat in front of her. Once we get on the road, Angie’s hands roam over my abdomen and brush over my already painfully hard dick, making me ache more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this woman is playing with fire, and she fucking knows it. Scanning the road, I find an alcove of trees and pull the bike to a stop there. Getting off the bike and pulling Angie with me, I sit back down and pull her to my lap.
“Damnit, woman, you do this to me.” Taking her lips with mine, she nips my lip ring, and I groan. She grinds on my hard dick, fisting her ponytail and giving it a firm tug, she lets out a gasp of surprise. Leaving her lips, I trail my lips and tongue down her throat.
“Tank, I need you, please.”
“Boots off,” I tell her while I still kiss on her neck and grasp her firm tits in my hands. Pulling her shirt and bra down and tweak her nipples while she tries to fumble with her boots. “Jeans gotta go, babe.” She nods and stands, peeling her jeans off her body. I lay her back down on the bike, pulling my jeans down, letting my hard member jut out Angie takes that second to grasp my dick and stroke it two times. “Hold on to the handlebars, babe.” Nodding, she does as I ask. Pushing her thighs further apart, I bury my head and lick her tight slit and groan as her taste hits my tongue. Flicking her clit with my tongue, she lets out a wail and arches her back. Sliding two fingers into her wet cunt and feel her walls clench around me. “I’ve been thinking about being inside you all damn day.” Pumping my fingers in and out of her as she grips the handlebars for dear life.
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