Page 13 of Tank
“Nah, man, you enjoy your family night.”
“You are family,” he replies, slapping me on the back.
“I’m free, brother, if you fancy trying that new bar?” Wrench asks.
“Sounds good. Let’s see if Wire and a few others want to come too, make it a boy’s night out,” I say with a grin.
“Good idea,” he replies as he’s getting his phone out to send a message to our group.
A few minutes later, our phones beep with replies.
“Wire’s in, so is Cass, Angel, and Rafe,” he tells me.
“Wow, we’re honored if Angel is coming,” I say, shocked.
Angel usually sticks close to his ol’ lady, Stevie. They’ve been together since they were teens. Things seem to have been a struggle for him recently, as he’s been spending more time at the club and away from her.
“Yeah, think him and Stevie are going through a rough patch. They’ll work it out,” Wrench tells me.
“Then a night out will do him good. He can blow off some steam, and if he wants to talk, he can.”
“When the fuck did you turn into Dr. Phil?” Striker says as he slaps me on the back, joining us at the table.
“Fuck you, brother. You’re jealous of how in touch with myself I am,” I reply with a smirk.
“Did he just say he touches himself?” Bull asks as he walks past.
“In touch, brother. Ladies love a man who isn’t afraid of his feelings,” I reply.
“Fucking feelings,” Bull grumbles as he carries on walking past, shaking his head.
“On that note, I’m off home for movie night,” Joker says as he leaves the table and heads for the door.
“Kiss my gorgeous girl and the kid for me,” I shout after him.
His parting reply is giving me the finger, causing me to laugh.
“Well, boys, are we ready to hit the town?” Rafe asks as he appears at our table with Wire.
“Yeah, brother, let’s go,” I reply, getting up and heading for the door.
We all pile outside, mount our bikes, and once we’re ready, we pull out in formation. I love riding with my brothers like this, all together in a group. The noise from our pipes fills the soul.
Pulling up to the bar, we can see it’s already busy, and a line is forming outside. Nodding to the bouncer at the door, we walk straight in without waiting. Heading for the bar, we order beers and then find a booth at the side of the dance floor. The music is loud and the lighting low, perfect for us to be hidden, a dark corner to be naughty in. Watching the women on the dance floor, I notice one with long, blonde hair trailing down her back in soft waves. She has on a black, tight skirt to her knees and a matching black lace crop top. Her ass has my jeans getting a little too tight, and I’m begging for her to turn around, so I can see her face. When she finally does, I nearly spit my beer out all over my brother. Fuck, it’s Pandora.
“Jesus, you okay, brother?” Wrench says next to me, slapping me on the back while I choke.
“I’d choke on her too,” Rafe exclaims.
“Back off, brother,” I growl at him.
“Woah, she’s just some chick,” he says, holding his hands up.
“Look at him brother, I don’t think she is just some chick,” Angel says, noticing the look on my face.
She’s dancing to the music like there is no one else around, her eyes closed, hands in the air, as her body sways and moves to the beat. I sit and watch her get lost in the music. When I notice another man getting close and looking interested, I make my move. Getting up, I head for the dance floor and slide in behind her, her scent hits me instantly, and I get harder. I place my hands on her hips and slide one arm around her waist while I pull her against me. I feel her whole body tense, and a second later, she whips around, ready to slap me. I catch her wrist with my hand before she’s able to connect with my face.
“Don’t touch uninvited,” she spits until she’s face to face with me. “Tank, fuck. You shouldn’t sneak up on a woman like that.”
