Tank

by Trixie Brewster

  “About the future,” I answer honestly. Hale tenses for a second, I turn and look at his face. I can’t believe that Hale is all mine and no one else’s. Three months ago, I accepted to be his Ol’ Lady, and I couldn’t be happier. My father was happy about my decision and my mother well she has been hinting around kids. I moved in with Hale last month, his house is a little bigger than my condo and Sampson settled in comfortably, Hale got him his own cat bed so he would stop sleeping on the bed. I tried to tell him that cats do what cats want. But he insisted that Sampson would sleep in the bed. Sampson still sleeps in the bed with us and has never graced the cat bed with his presence.

  “You want kids with me, hellcat?” the smile on his face makes me smile.

  “Well, of course, you, big biker. I love you why else would…” I don’t finish my statement as his kiss overtakes my thoughts.

  “Good.” He reaches for my purse and rummages around until he pulls out my birth-control pills. “No more need for these.” He tosses them into the trash bin a few seats away.

  “Tank.” I half yell half-laugh at him. “We haven’t even talked about it yet.”

  “Woman, you want the spawn of Tank in your belly or not.” His blue eyes twinkle with merriment. How can I tell him no when he is so damned excited about having kids?

  “When you put it that way, then yes, Tank, I want your spawn.” Our kiss is short when Brick comes out of the room, a massive grin on his face. We all scramble out of our chairs to wait for him to tell us something.

  “She is perfect.” Brick announces as he looks at each of us. “Isabelle Denise Brigade is here.” Whoops, and hollers go around the waiting room. The nurses glare at us. Apparently, Brick has worn out our welcome. Tank and I wait for our turn to go and see Isabelle.

  When we make it to the room that houses the new parents and their precious bundle, I want to cry for Korey. She is holding her baby girl close to her chest and cooing while Brick stands to the side of her. The look of pure bliss and love is all over the hardened President’s face. He looks up and smiles at us and waves us over. I peer down at the new member of their little family and smile. She is too adorable, she has Brick’s dark hair and Korey’s nose, her chubby baby cheeks are rosy in color. She is perfect. “Y’all make beautiful babies,” I say out loud. Korey beams up at me.

  “You want to hold her?” Korey offers. I take baby Isabelle in my arms and coo down at her. She is perfect, cute baby fingers grip my finger as her mouth opens like she is rooting. Tank stands behind me, and when I look up at him, my heart stutters in my chest. The look of longing and love is in his eyes.

  “Did good Prez,” he tells Brick as he slaps him on the back in a man hug. “She’s going to give you hell.” He looks at Korey and winks.

  “Yeah, but she already has the whole club wrapped uptight.” Korey smiles as she informs us. I already guessed she would. How in the hell a baby and infant that can’t walk or talk has these big bad bikers wrapped around her pinky already is astounding? It shouldn’t be surprising, though, although their rough exteriors each man has a heart of gold. Tank takes her from me, and the way he holds her has my womb ready to explode, and I am hit square in the chest with how he would look holding a child of ours. I want that, he would make an excellent father. He shows it in the way I have seen him interact with Sean and Sadie. He may have had a rough childhood, but he never let it get him down. That alone makes me fall deeper in love with the man. Watching him sway from side to side, talking in hushed tones to Isabelle. He is a gentle giant.

  I go to Korey’s side of the bed and give her a tearful hug. “You did good, mama.”

  “Thank you, Angie. She is perfect, isn’t she?” Korey ask me with tears in her eyes.

  “That she is. Girl, she is going to rock this club on its ass. She has the best parents and the best big brother and sister.” She smiles and pulls me down for another hug.

  “Love ya, girl.”

  “Love ya too. Get some rest and let Brick take care of you.” I wink at her; she rolls her eyes. I know I didn’t have to tell her, but knowing that my friend has a man that is willing to go above and beyond for her makes me so damn happy.

  Brick and Tank come back over to us, Brick has the biggest grin on his face as he watches his daughter in his arms. “She is perfect, Brick,” I tell him with a smile. There is just something about seeing a big tatted-up bad boy so enamored by a tiny baby. I knew without a shadow of a doubt the first time I met Brick and Korey that they were good people down to their marrow. It didn’t matter that he was the club President or not. Who cares, if you love and cherish the people around you, it doesn’t matter what you do or what you look like.

  “You ready?” Hale asks me. I nod my head. We say our good-byes and make our way to his bike. Before he gets on, he stops and looks at me. I can’t read the look on his face.

  “What?” I ask, not sure of the answer I might get. His blue eyes seem to be brighter in the sunlight. He pulls me in his arms and plants a big juicy kiss on my lips, he pulls me tighter and swipes his tongue in my mouth, our tongues dance and rub each other in a dance as old as time. He pulls away and smiles. “God, I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell him, not sure where he is going with this. We just decided not an hour ago that we wanted to try and start a family. I know, deep down, that he is it for me. I don’t want another man, and there will be no other man, just Hale Tank Stevens.

  “I wanted to wait, I really did. But damn it seeing you hold baby Izzy in there, damn woman you are going to be an amazing mom. You’re a natural.” He places a hand on my empty womb. “I can’t wait to see you grow with my baby in you. Damn it, woman, you make me selfish. I want it all, Angie. A family with you, a life with you, a damn white picket fence.

  But most importantly, I want you to be my wife.” He pulls out a solitary diamond from his cut pocket. He doesn’t let me answer as he slides the ring on my finger. Typically Tank, not asking but telling.

  “What if I said no?” his smile fades from his lips before he throws his head back and laughs a deep laugh. “What’s so funny?” I tilt my head as I smile, his laughter is beautiful and contagious.

  “Woman, if you said no, then I would have to convince you.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

  “Then take me home, Tank, and convince me to your wife.” I can already tell that he accepted the challenge when his blue eyes darken.

  “Get on the bike, woman.” He barks with a hint of mischievousness. He throws his leg over the seat and waits for me to get on. I can’t get on fast enough. I can still remember the last time he convinced me to stay with him and be his Ol’ Lady. I can only imagine how explosive it will be this time. The ride to our house is fast and hard. Tank has replaced Hale, just the way I love it. Something I have come to realize is that Hale is a sweet lover, hard but loving. But when I provoke him Tank comes out to play, he is rough, hard, and fast. Just the way I need it sometimes. Oh, who am I kidding, I love it all the time. Getting to the curb, Tank parks the bike and doesn’t give me a chance to get off the bike. He picks me up as I wrap my limbs around him. I kiss him as he walks to the house. I don’t care who is watching, I am about to get my man. The man I love. The man I want to spend the rest of my days with. Opening the door and slamming and sliding the lock home, he doesn’t stop as he takes me to our room. I bounce on the mattress as Tank tosses me. I let out a yelp. “Strip, woman.” He orders. His words send tiny shivers down my spine as I comply.

  Ripping my shirt off and lifting my hips to undo my jeans. Our eyes are locked on each other. He is matching me in taking off his clothes. As I slide my jeans off, Tank pushes his off. Taking my boots off and sliding them the rest of the way, getting free from the clothing. I make my way to him on my hands and knees. He strokes his cock as his eyes take me in. I still have my underwear on. Tossing my hair behind me, I lick his cock from root to tip and let off a moan. I love the taste of my man, he tastes so damned good. I feel like a starved woman, and all that
can make me full is him. I take the head of his cock in my mouth and swirl my tongue around him. He groans as he continues to stroke himself. “Fuck, Angie. So good, so fucking good.” I hum as I take him further in my mouth, stopping when my lips touch his hand. Opening my mouth, I flatten my tongue so I can lick his hand as I bob my head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hand fists in my hair as he pulls me away from my prize. “Not yet.” He pushes me to my back on the bed. I don’t even get comfortable until his tongue and mouth is on me. “Hmmm, always so wet for me.” his moan and words bring a sensation only he can bring me to. I can feel tingles in my toes as he buries his head between my legs. Gripping his hair, my hip thrust into his face as I grind wantonly against him.

  “Ah, don’t stop…Please…Don’t stop.” My voice sounds hoarse and far away in my ears. The things he can do to me, only Hale, can bring me to begging for what I want and need. Only he can give me the orgasms that seem to last a lifetime. I feel his digits enter my wet channel as I let a loud low moan escape. I whimper when he pulls away from me, but moan when he covers my body with his.

  “Are you convinced yet?” I shake my head with a smile biting my lower lip. “Good, ‘cause I have plans for you.” I let out a yelp as I am flipped over on my belly. On all fours, Tank enters me hard and fast. We both sigh when he his deep within me. The slap to my ass makes me grind against his hard-molten cock. He slaps my ass again as I moan out. “Touch yourself.” I slip a hand and circle my clit and press it hard as he begins to move. He shoves his finger in mouth as I suck them as he pounds into me. Pulling his fingers out with a pop, I sigh as I miss the feeling of being full of him. I want, no, I need all of Tank. “More, baby, I need more.” I whimper out. Tank spreads my cheeks, and I feel his finger circle my tight hole, I have never been taken there before, but I crave him there. I can feel his finger slowly sink into me. “God, yes. Tank, god fuck me harder.” I yell out as I feel the slight burn of his finger stretching me as he goes in deeper.

  “One day, soon. Babe, this will be mine too.” His free hand tangles in my and pull me back, arching my back, giving him deeper access. “You want me to fuck your ass?” He tugs a little harder as I try and find the words.

  “Yes, God. Hale, I want you to fill me up everywhere.”

  “Goddamn woman. Fuck, fuck.” I can feel my orgasm coming in hard and fast. Circling my clit with my fingers, I cry out as it hits. I can feel my pussy clenching him hard as I scream his name and a few other words. “Hale, fuck, yes, Ahhh, fuck me harder,” I yell out. He grunts and slams into me, making me lose my balance as my ass goes further in the air. He grabs my hip and holds me still as he takes control of my body and uses it to get his pleasure. He stills as I feel his cock throb and pulse into me. Rolling us over, Hale drapes a hand over my fast rising stomach. “You convinced yet?” Hales asks from beside me.

  “Yes, god, yes, Hale, I love you too much to say no.”

  “Good ‘cause you didn’t have a choice.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Haven’t you figured it out yet woman, I will chase you to the ends of the earth. You can’t get rid of me. Woman, you own me.” I feel the swell of love in my chest as his words.

  “Promise?”

  “For-fucking-ever.”

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  Other books by Trixie Brewster

  Angels and Sinners: Brick

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  About the Author

  Tixie Brewster lives in a small town in the heart of Texas. Being married for over 15 years and still in the honeymoon phase. Yes ladies and gentlemen it can happen. Having two children that keep the house full of laughter and fun, with a back talking husky, a pit bull who has no idea what personal space is and the two cats that love to make errors on the computer screen magically appear.

  Trixie takes her drinks like she likes her men, strong and stiff especially when writing about the alpha males in her books. When she is not caught behind the computer screen you can find Trixie enjoying the stars on the back deck with her husband.