Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) (10 page)

“Good morning, sunshine. Did you have to try and
maim me again this morning?” Tank asked, when she looked at him through the curtain of her hair.

“Sorry,
I thought you were the pillow.” She muttered, still out of sorts that they’d slept together and she couldn’t even remember it. It sucked.

“So, you still in the mood for screaming orgasms?” He asked
, grinning.

Damn, had she asked him for that, she couldn’t remember.
Had he already given her a few she couldn’t remember, she wondered.

“Did we…you know?” She asked.

“Did we you know, what?” Tank asked, laughing at her adorable nervous expression.

“Sex.” She clipped out.

“Well…” He drew it out seeing her eyes widen and she looked like she’d just sucked on a lemon. “No.” He whispered close to her ear.

“Wha-what…why not?” She demanded, her eyes narrowing.

“Sweetheart, I may be an asshole, but even I don’t take advantage of obviously sloshed women.” Tank said, watching her with desire in his eyes.

“Oh.” Was
all she said, looking confused.

“Now, about those orgasms.” Tank began, but she jerked up and away from him. Standing beside the bed
, she headed to the door.

“Uhh, I have to use the bathroom.” She said
, as she scurried out of the room headed to the guest room like the hounds of hell were chasing her. Tank watched, chuckling. He allowed her the allusion that she could escape him. He knew that tonight when she was feeling better she wasn’t going to be sleeping in his guest room. Smiling, he headed to the shower. His woman was going to need Aunt Mae’s hangover remedy, and breakfast if tonight was going to go as planned. He grinned at his reflection.

Today had been a good day, Annie thought. Tank had made her a headache remedy that she wanted to bottle and sell. Cause it was amazing. If she’d had that when she was younger, she never would have left her partying phase. It had made her vicious headache disappear. Tank had taken her on a ride, which she’d tried to protest, but he’d ignored it. She’d been glad he did when she’d seen the waterfall, he’d brought her to. They’d lay in the meadow enjoying the cool breeze that blew over their skin as they’d talked.

It had been nice. She’d finally learned that he was the Vice President of the club. That was why everyone seemed to look up to him. She’d told him a bit about her unusual childhood, leaving out the parts that would give away who her mother was. She’d lay with her head in Tank’s lap while he ran his hands through her hair. He’d told her about growing up in the club and she’d been awed by his stories.
It had sounded fantastic. He’d also told her he was trying to quit smoking. She’d told him that was a damned good thing because ever since Tony had kissed her after smoking a cigar the smell made her want to vomit.

He’d stolen kisses, and held her while they took a nap. It quite frankly scared her. She’d never opened up to anyone the way she had today. She didn’t know what it was about him that she found so fascinating. He made her wish that she didn’t need to leave in two weeks to make that delivery. She wanted to scream, her mother was always ruining her ability to move on with her life. Maybe she’d come back after the drop, and if he was still interested they could see w
here this led them. But as soon as that thought occurred to her she knew that it would never work. Eventually they would figure out who her mother was, and then it would be over. They’d try to use her just like everyone else did.

Her mother always stood between Annie and happiness. She sighed, walking out of the bathroom in the guest room, startled to find Tank leaning on the wall near the door.
Shit, what was he doing there?

“Umm…did you need something?” She asked.

Tank’s response surprised her even more. The usually tame man looked positively feral as he moved towards her in a dangerous prowl. She backed up her back hitting the bathroom door, which she’d closed behind her.

“Yes, I need something.” Tank growled, his hands landing on either side of her head. His mouth found the side of her neck and his hands moved to cup her breasts. Then he muttered. “I need to fuck you until your screaming my name.”

“Oh…I-I don’t think that’s a-a good idea.” She panted while his hands slid to her hips, then around to cup her ass.

“Your right, it’s not a good idea.” He said, his mouth hovering above hers. Annie thought for a second he’d walk away, and the made her sad. But instead he growled into her mouth, “It’s an excellent idea.” Then his mouth was devouring hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth roughly. Lifted her, and her legs wrapped around him of their own accord. Annie gasped, when his mouth moved from hers to kiss down her neck. He was nipping and sucking at her. She knew from the feel of his lips sucking at her neck that she’d have marks. It made her want to protest, but at the same time she wanted to beg him to leave more.

What was it about Tank that made her want so much more than she knew she’d ever be allowed to have. His mouth moved back up
, taking her lips again, stilling the chaos in her mind. She moaned, his tongue thrust into her mouth meeting hers in a duel of lust so strong, her thighs clenched.

Tank held
Annie, his control had snapped today. They’d come back from the falls and she’d tried to shut down on him. He wasn’t going to allow that, not ever. She was his and he was finally making some progress with her. She was not going to pull back from him. Holding her luscious ass in his hands as he walked them towards his room. He’d almost ripped her clothes off and taken her right there against the bathroom door in his guest room. He was feeling very feral at the moment. Like a beast left too long in a cage. He devoured her mouth wanting more. He carried her into the room, stopping only when his knees hit the bed.

He leaned forward, lying her back on the bed. He slid his hand beneath the tank top she wore, his hands making short work of her bra. Then he was ripping her shirt over her head. Looking down at her breasts, a groan of need br
oke free from his lips. Damn, those were some gorgeous tits. He took her nipple into his mouth sucking hard, he licked around the nub, scoring it with his teeth. His hand cupped the second one, not wanting to neglect it. His fingers flicked the hard tip, making her arch off the bed into his mouth. He growled, sucking her nipple harder. Tank pulled back slightly taking in her swollen breasts, her heavy lidded eyes and the way she whimpered when he moved away to watch her, with a feeling of satisfaction in his chest.

His.
He thought, taking her tit back into his mouth working it hard, with his fingers squeezing the other. She moaned beneath him, again arching off the bed. Her hands buried in his hair holding him to her. He groaned, when she thrust her hips into his. She clenched her legs around him, making his cock line up with her wet center. He wanted her naked. He tore at her yoga pants tearing them down slightly, shoving his hand between her legs needed to feel her wetness surrounding some part of him. He found her soaked and ready for him.

Thrusting two fingers into her, his hand hit her clit making her cry out. He fucked his fingers in and out of her. Wanting to feel her clench around him as she came.
Tank watched her, needing her pleasure like he needed to breathe.

“Please, pl-please.” She panted, and he didn’t know if she was pleading for him to stop
, or for release. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t getting away from him now. He couldn’t allow it. Not now, not ever. She was
his
.

Annie was on fire, her body was weeping in need. She needed to come so bad she was shaking. Tank’s fingers worked her into a frenzy of need
, so strong she thought she’d never be able to satisfy it. His mouth had devoured hers, and then when he’d ripped her shirt off and began sucking and flicking her nipples, she’d almost come. He was like a mad man, now. She didn’t think he knew it, but he was letting out a growl with every thrust of his fingers into her wet heat. She was moaning, so close she couldn’t bear it.

Then she was thrust over the edge into the hardest orgasm she’d ever had, when he’d
demanded roughly. “Come, now.”

Stars burst behind her eyes
, and she could barely move for several moments as her body trembled in aftershocks. Tank wasn’t so burdened and he worked her pants off one leg then stood tearing at his own. Then he was between her legs again, and the head of his cock was at her entrance. Then he was sliding into her with a roar of need that seemed to rattle the windows. Moaning, she met the thrust of his hips into hers with a moan of her own. Dear Lord, his member was huge. She was glad that he was holding still inside her, allowing her to adjust to his size.

Tank held still after he’d thrust fully into Annie. Hell, she was so tight, he was afraid he’d come just lying here with her wrapped around him. He felt like a
teenaged boy with his first fuck he was so worked up. He knew that this wasn’t going to last long, and he wanted to growl in displeasure. He needed to feel her little body clench around him. Taking her mouth with his he kissed her and moved inside her with a shallow stroke of his dick. He needed to get her close, and quick. Otherwise, his fantasy of feeling her come around him would have to wait, and that was just not acceptable. He moved his hand between them lightly working her nub, waiting to move until he felt her squirming with need and she began to beg him.

“Tank, I need you to move, please.” She panted. He did
, moving into her with hard thrusts. It didn’t take long with his hand moving over her button and his mouth devouring hers for her to come. Her silky depths clenching around him like a vise. Fuck, fuck that was so good.

“That’s it sweetheart, come for me.” Tank roared, thrusting hard.
He felt her clenching and thrust hard three more times before he felt his balls tighten and his dick exploded in the hardest, most satisfying orgasm of his life.

He collapsed, almost crushing her before he rolled with her in his arms, until they were side by side. His breath coming in long uneven pants. He felt Annie wiggle a bit
, and realized she was kicking off the pants he’d failed to remove all the way. Damn, he barely undressed her before he’d taken her like an animal. But as he looked at her beside him on the bed, seeing, her eyes heavy lidded, and a satisfied smile on her lips, he realized that it was okay.

“So are you going to finally tell me about these?” She asked, running her hand down his tattoos.

“They’re my brothers, my real ones. They died, a few years ago. Trance did the work for me, he’s a damned good artist. They look like them.” He kissed her forehead, watching her eyes sadden. That wasn’t what he’d intended.

“Jake, I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

“It’s okay, Annie. I loved them, but it was a long time ago. I still miss them though. This one is Harvey.” He said, indicating his left shoulder, “and this one is Garrett.” He showed her the other one.

She ran her hand reverently over both then whispered. “I wish I’d known them
, I bet they were wonderful.” Her eyes were still sad. He wanted to take the whole conversation back, he didn’t like that the warm glow had left her eyes.  

He kissed her forehead
again before he whispered, “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Smiling, she replied, “Bossy.” Before she closed her eyes and did as she was told. For Tank though sleep didn’t come easy, he was still worked up. He wanted to wake her and start all over again.
She was just too sexy for words. That was his last thought before he fell asleep with her held tightly to his heart.

Annie woke to the feeling of her body clenching in orgasm. Tank’s tongue was lapping at her. She looked at him is surprise, he met her eyes from between her legs with a
n arrogant smile. He then buried his head between her legs again, sucking on her clit making her wither in pleasure as she came apart in his mouth a second time, screaming his name.

Tank slid up her body. His mouth taking hers in a rough claiming. He’d woke to the bright sun shining into his window. He’d thought to let her sleep, but he’d been unable to stop touching her. The way her body responded to his touches even as she slept had fascinated him. He’d wanted to know if she’d sleep through her orgasm. She hadn’t, he thought, as he slid his hard cock into her slick passage. Setting a rhythm that was both slow and hard. Making her moan and beg him to move faster.

He didn’t, he just slowly fucked her until they both exploded into mind blowing orgasms. When they’d both caught their breath, he looked at her. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning,” she said
, blushing. Ah, his hot, bold woman was a bit shy after sex. He liked that, it meant that not many men had touched her. That was good because the fact that any man had touched her made him a bit nuts. He wanted to hunt them down and shove their removed dicks down their throats.

Two days before Katie and Trick’s wedding
, shit hit the fan in a big way. Tank had ridden to Titus to pick up some supplies for the clubs store with Tiny and Stick. Standing near the cage, a large truck they used to transport goods, waiting on Tiny to take a leak, he was thinking about Annie. It seemed to be all he could manage to do lately. He wanted her constantly and he didn’t know how she felt. He was a little pissed off that she was still insisting on taking that van to its destination. She had rejected his plan to have a prospect deliver it, twice. He wanted to insist, but he knew women better than that. He wasn’t a neanderthal like Trick.