Tank (Dixie Reapers MC 9)

by Harley Wylde

  “There are some things we need to discuss,” I said. “Before this goes further, I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

  She nodded. “All right.”

  I took her hand and led her to the kitchen. I pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit, then I put on a pot of coffee. I didn’t know if she drank it, but I definitely needed a cup. While it brewed, I tried to decide how I was going to start this conversation. Even when I’d been a virgin, I hadn’t slept with one. I’d heard it could hurt the first time, and I wasn’t exactly a small man. Anywhere. But more than that, she needed to know this wasn’t just a one-night stand for me.

  I poured a cup of coffee and held it out to her, but she shook her head. I claimed the chair next to her and took a swallow. Staring into the cup, I didn’t know how to say everything I was thinking. With my brothers, I’d just be blunt, but I thought she might need something more from me than just laying out the facts.

  “Have you been kissed before?” I asked.

  “Did I do it wrong?” Her brow furrowed and worry filled her eyes.

  “No! Fuck, no. Kissing you was amazing, Emmie. I just didn’t know how much experience you have. With men.”

  “None,” she said, refusing to meet my gaze.

  “So I was your first kiss?”

  She nodded.

  “You deserve someone far better than me,” I said. “But I’m a selfish bastard and I want to make you mine. It makes me so fucking hard just thinking about being the only man to kiss you, to touch you.”

  “Zach, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them get that close, but Lupita sent me to you, and if she trusted you, then I knew I could too.”

  “Not so sure she trusts me right now,” I muttered.

  “She’s never been so mean to me before,” she said, tracing a pattern on the table with her finger. “I think she secretly wanted you and thought maybe you’d keep chasing her.”

  “I’m not going to lie to you, Emmie. I’ve been with a lot of women, some of them still hang around the club. And yes, I would have slept with your sister if she’d given in.”

  She pressed her lips tightly together.

  “But Emmie, those other women? They never meant anything. They were a quick release, just a way to blow off steam and have some fun. I never wanted any of them for more than a night or two.”

  “Isn’t that what I’ll be?” she asked.

  “No.” I reached for her hand, wrapping my fingers around hers. “I want more than that with you, Emelda. I haven’t had a girlfriend in a long-ass fucking time. Not since before your sister went to jail. The last time I tried to date someone, she ended up screwing me over. I never even got to the stage of calling her my girlfriend before I found out some things about her I didn’t like. In fact, the only two times I’ve attempted a relationship with someone, I’ve ended up with cheaters and liars.”

  “I would never do that to you,” she said, squeezing my fingers.

  “I know, baby, and it’s why I want to try again. With you. I want more than a few nights, or even a few weeks. We may not know much about each other, but I know enough that I want to claim you.”

  “Claim me?” she asked.

  “What do you know about being part of a club?”

  She glanced at my cut. “You mean your biker club?”

  My lips twitched in amusement. “It’s called an MC, baby. A motorcycle club. And yeah, that’s what I meant.”

  “Not really anything. I know you all wear those matching cuts. I did try to watch a few episodes of some show about bikers, but I couldn’t really get into it. It was kind of violent and all the men were cheating on their women. I didn’t see the appeal.”

  I nodded, having a good idea which show she’d watched. “I can promise that I would never cheat on you. In fact, every guy here who has an old lady or wife hasn’t cheated. Once we find the woman we want, we tend to be a faithful bunch. If I even thought of fucking another woman after making you mine, I have no doubt the Pres and the VP would both kick my ass.”

  “So when you say you want to claim me, you… want to marry me?” she asked, looking more confused than ever.

  “One day. We’re still strangers, Emmie. I wouldn’t ask that of you right now. Just… if you come to my bed, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go. If you’re only wanting a quick fling, then tell me now.”

  “You want to keep me?” she asked. “You want me to live here? Be with you long-term?”

  “Yes, Emmie, but only if that’s what you want.”

  “I can’t promise anything, Zach. My dad and Ernesto won’t stop coming for me. They’ll do whatever it takes to get their hands on me. I don’t know what Ernesto plans, but he seems to want me badly. He’s not a man who will back down.”

  “I will protect you, Emmie. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” I said. “Those men will never lay a hand on you. If they do, I’ll tear them apart one piece at a time until there’s nothing left.”

  Her lips tipped up on one corner. “A little bloodthirsty, aren’t you?”

  “I’m the club enforcer, sweetheart. My hands are far from clean, and they never will be. I will always do what it takes to protect my brothers, even if it means burying someone six feet deep. Ernesto’s blood wouldn’t be the first I’ve spilled, and I doubt he’ll be the last. It’s something you need to consider before you decide you want to give this thing between us a try.”

  Emmie stood and came closer, easing down onto my lap. She placed her hand on my cheek and stared into my eyes, almost as if she were trying to look into my soul. I hoped whatever she saw didn’t frighten her. A soft smile curved her lips, then she kissed me softly. As her lips moved against mine, she reached down and took my hand, then placed it over her breast. My breath caught for a second and I wanted to pull away, ask if she was sure about this, but she pressed my hand tighter to her.

  I slid my hand down her belly, then up under her shirt. When I cupped her breast again, I could feel her nipple pebble through the soft fabric of her bra. I stroked the hard bud, then pinched just hard enough to draw a moan from her. She was so fucking perfect. If she hadn’t had trust issues, I wondered if some other guy would have had the honor of hearing those sweet sounds before me.

  “Can I see you, angel?” I asked, tugging at the hem of her shirt, but not removing it without her permission. The last thing I wanted to do was push too fast and scare her.

  She gripped her shirt and eased it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra was plain white cotton, but the dusky mounds nearly spilling out of the scrap of fabric mesmerized me. She was more than a handful, and I couldn’t wait to see her spread out, completely bare in my bed. I kneaded her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said, my gaze lifting to meet hers.

  “I’m too round,” she said, her cheeks flushing.

  “No, you’re perfect.” I lifted my hips, pressing my cock against her ass. “Feel that? I’ve never been this damn hard in my life, and it’s all for you.”

  She licked her lips and reached behind her. I heard a pop, and then her straps slid down her shoulders.

  “Emmie, you don’t have to. What we were doing was more than enough.”

  “I want more,” she said.

  I released my hold on her breasts and the bra slipped down. She tossed it aside and I couldn’t help but stare. Had I said she was beautiful? I needed to upgrade that. The woman in my lap was a fucking goddess, and she was all mine. No way in hell would I let her walk out the door. My gaze clashed with hers and the heat I saw there was enough to nearly destroy what little control I had. When it came to Emmie, I wanted to tie her naked to my bed and enjoy her for days, give her so much pleasure she never wanted to leave. It was the first time a woman had ever made me feel like this, and it scared the fuck out of me.

  Chapter Four

  Emmie

  The way he looked at me, the heat of
his body and the touch of his hands, was enough to make me want to beg for more. I wanted to experience everything with him, wanted his lips on my body, his cock inside me. Even though I was a virgin, I’d read enough and watched some porn that I thought I was prepared for what would happen between us. When he cupped my breasts and took first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, sucking hard on the tips, then grazing them with his teeth, I shuddered and wished we had fewer clothes between us.

  I wanted to see him, to explore every inch of his body. The thought of exposing myself like this to someone had always frightened me, but not with Zach. With him, this just felt incredibly right. I remembered my mother once telling me that when you met your soulmate it was something you just knew. She’d had a wistful look on her face, and I’d thought at the time she was speaking of my father. As I got older, I realized that she could have never loved my dad and had probably been in love with another man at some point. I didn’t want to be like her, look back and realize I’d missed out on something great because I was too scared.

  He rocked his hips against me and I felt the ridge of his cock. He felt huge and I worried a little that he’d be too big for me, but I trusted him not to do anything that would hurt me. He might be this big brute of a guy, and he claimed to have a violent side, but with me he’d been sweet and gentle. Even now, he kept his touch light enough that he wouldn’t bruise me. From what I’d learned from my roommates at college, most guys didn’t think about much other than themselves. At least the boys at school were that way. Maybe one day they’d become men like the one sending waves of pleasure through me.

  “Zach,” I murmured, holding him to me as he sucked at my nipple again.

  I squirmed, wanting more but not knowing if I should ask. Would he think badly of me if I said wanted things to go further? He said we were strangers, and we were, but he didn’t feel like a stranger. When he held me, it felt like I’d come home for the first time in my life, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I didn’t think he wanted to hear that. Men didn’t like crap like that, did they?

  “Please,” I begged. “Zach, I… I need…”

  He nuzzled my neck, then licked at my jaw before kissing me. “What do you need?”

  “More. I need more.”

  Heat flared in his eyes and he tapped my thigh. I stood on shaky legs and Zach slowly reached for my pants, pausing with his fingers over the button. I gave him a nod and he unfastened my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and he groaned as he stared at my plain panties. Lightly, he ran his fingers across the front of them before giving them a tug. They fell to the floor and I stood before him completely exposed. He licked his lips as he stared at my pussy.

  “You shave the hair off?” he asked, his voice rougher than before.

  “One of the girls at college talked me into going with her for a wax. I liked the way it felt afterward, so I kept going back,” I said. “Is that a good thing?”

  “Really fucking good. I’ve heard it makes things more pleasurable for you.”

  “Zach.”

  His gaze caught mine and he gripped my waist, then lifted me onto the table in front of him. He pushed my legs wide and I could feel myself opening to him. He groaned and stared before running his fingers down my slit.

  “So fucking wet,” he said. “You ever played with yourself or used toys?”

  My cheeks warmed. “No. At home I was too scared to try something like that, and at college I was never alone.”

  “You’ve never had an orgasm, even by your own hand?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Christ, Emmie.” His eyes slid shut and his jaw went tight. “The things I want to do to you. You should tell me no, put your clothes on, and get the hell out of the kitchen. Go lock yourself in the bedroom or something.”

  “What if that’s not what I want? What if I want you to do all those things to me?” I asked.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying. If you could see the things I’m picturing, then you’d run.”

  “Zach, I’m a virgin, not an idiot. I’ve watched porn and read erotic books. As long as you aren’t going to cause me pain, then I don’t care what you do to me. I don’t think BDSM would be my thing, but I trust you not to hurt me.”

  He growled and stood so fast his chair tipped over. “You shouldn’t have said that, Emmie. I was holding on, barely, but I was managing. Giving me an open invitation wasn’t your wisest decision.”

  I stared at him. “Maybe it’s exactly what I want. I’m probably the only twenty-one-year-old virgin at school. I want you, Zach. I trust you.”

  He scooped me off the table and briskly walked to the bedroom. Zach eased me onto the bed, then shut and locked the bedroom door. I frowned and looked at it, wondering why we needed a locked door when it was just us in the house.

  “I leave the front door unlocked in case anyone needs me,” he said. “But if anyone barged in here and saw you naked, I’d have to remove their eyes and beat the shit out of them.”

  He quickly stripped off his clothes, and I eagerly scanned him from head to toe, taking in every inch of muscle and ink. I’d never thought of a man as beautiful before, but Zach’s body was a work of art. One that I wanted to trace with my fingers and tongue. His cock was hard and erect, and a little frightening with how big it was. He must have noticed me staring and gave it a stroke.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow. You want me to stop at any point, just tell me. Might give me blue balls, but I’m not going to take something you aren’t offering. I’m an asshole, but I do understand the word no.”

  He crawled over me on the bed, caging me between his thighs and arms. Pre-cum dripped from his cock onto me and I had the urge to taste him. The way he watched me, I felt like prey. He was an intimidating man, all controlled power in a deadly package, but I’d never wanted anyone more in my life, and I didn’t think I ever would.

  “When you look at me like that, I feel like I can take on the world,” he said. “I would gladly slay dragons for you, Emmie. Or Spanish mobsters.”

  I smiled a little. “Leave the poor dragons alone.”

  “But the mobsters are fair game?” he asked.

  “Oh, yeah. Those you’re allowed to slay. Even if I am related to one of them.”

  He kissed me, his lips firm but not forceful. His tongue stroked mine and my belly tightened as my pussy got wetter. Zach took his time, almost as if he were savoring me. My lips tingled when he started kissing a path down my body, stopping to pay attention to my breasts. He seemed fascinated with them, and for the first time, I didn’t hate my body quite as much as I usually did.

  When his shoulders spread my thighs wider, I gasped and bit back a moan. His beard tickled as he rubbed the inside of my leg before focusing on my pussy. He licked and sucked, making me feel things I’d never felt before. My body was tightening and getting hot. As his tongue flicked against my clit, it felt like my entire world shattered and I screamed out his name, my body bowing off the bed as the most intense sensations I’d ever felt rolled over me. He kept licking and teasing. One orgasm quickly turned into two and silent tears slipped down my cheeks from the force of my release. It left me shaken and blinking to clear the stars from my vision.

  “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had someone come that damn hard so fast before,” he said, settling over me again.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, swallowing hard.

  “No. It’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

  “Don’t make me wait anymore. Make me yours,” I said. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

  He reached between our bodies and slowly sank a finger inside me. “So damn tight, baby. Let me stretch you a little or it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”

  He stroked first one finger in and out, then a second. It burned a bit, and when he added a third finger it pinched. His thumb swiped over my clit, causing a spark of pleasure. He did it again and again, and soon his thrusting fingers weren’t
nearly enough. I could feel something building again. He twisted his fingers on the next stroke and I came.

  Zach eased his fingers from me and I widened my legs, wrapping them around his hips. I felt his cock press against me, the head stretching me as he sank into me. Sweat beaded his brow and his jaw was tight. He didn’t rush, pushing in one inch at a time, pausing if I gave any indication it hurt.

  “Just do it. Get the painful part out of the way,” I said.

  “Emmie…”

  “Do it,” I said, gritting my teeth to prepare myself.

  He hesitated only a moment, then thrust hard and deep. I sucked in a shocked breath and felt my eyes go wide. It felt a little like I’d been split in two, but Zach held completely still, his muscles straining. After a moment, the pain faded. If he hadn’t been so huge, I didn’t think it would have been all that bad. Zach was definitely big all over.

  “I’m okay,” I assured him. “You can move.”

  His gaze held steady on mine as he pulled back, then pushed inside. It was slightly uncomfortable for the first few strokes, and then that warm tingling started again. Soon I was begging him to go faster, harder. The headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust. He kissed me, thoroughly, as he drove into me again and again. I came apart, clenching around his cock as the breath was nearly stolen from my lungs, the world falling away. I felt the warm splash of his cum inside me. When he stilled, buried deep, I wished we could stay like that forever.

  “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?” he asked.

  “It was perfect,” I assured him.

  He glanced up at the headboard and a weird look crossed his face. I craned my neck and couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled inside me as I saw the crack in the wall behind the bed. I’d heard people comment about breaking a bed during sex, but I’d never heard of someone breaking a wall. Maybe we’d set a new record.