Page 18 of Tank
“Don’t stop,” he practically shouts at me, causing me to chuckle.
Taking his cock back into my mouth, I suck while my other hand comes up to tease his balls. I lightly scrape my nails across his sack a few times, and that’s all it takes for him to come, moaning my name. Sitting back on my haunches, I give him a moment to compose himself.
“Darlin’, that was the best blow job I have ever had in my life,” he tells me while still trying to catch his breath.
“You’re welcome,” I say with a grin.
Chuckling to himself, he leans forward and pulls me up into his arms, laying me on the bed.
“Think it’s your turn now,” he says with a kiss to my neck.
Working his way down my chest and between my legs, he attacks me like a starved man, and my hands are gripping the sheets tightly as my back arches.
“Fuck, Tank,” I moan.
“Darlin’, I think we’re passed using my road name now. Scott is what you can call me.”
I sit up with my elbows propping me up.
“Biker man, that’s big you telling me your legal name.”
It comes out more as a statement than a question. I know this is fucking huge. Bikers don’t tell anyone their legal names unless it’s a brother or their ol’ lady. Not even his brothers’ ol’ ladies will know his legal name.
“I told you that the Sons of Havoc are a little different. To us, women are to be cherished, but also, you’re our equal. Nothing to hide with my legal name. Why would I hide it from you?” he asks, joining me on the bed.
Guess me getting to come will have to wait, as he wants to have this conversation now.
“Normally, it would be a big deal if you told me your legal name.”
“Trust you, darlin’, you trust me?” he asks.
“Tank . . .” I start, but he gives me a look like he’s unimpressed.
“Sorry, Scott, we hardly know each other. Do I think you’d hurt me, maybe not intentionally, but it’s still a possibility? I’m sorry, but for me, you have to earn my trust. I will tell you this, I honestly think you’re a good guy, and we just need to get to know each other. I’m willing to try,” I tell him truthfully.
“I can see your shadows, Pandora,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I will earn your trust and show you I’m the good guy you think I am.”
I can see the honesty in his eyes. Nodding, he pulls me to him and his kisses are filled with all the promises he'd just made.
Later on, when we’re laying in bed and Scott is snoring lightly beside me, I just watch him sleep. How is this man getting under my skin? He'd rewarded me with several mind-blowing orgasms before he fell asleep, but not before he made me promise not to sneak out during the night.
Lying here in the dark, I’m struggling not to. Yeah, I know I have trust issues. Though in my line of work, it’s hard to know who you truly can trust and who is just using you to get what they want. Sunlight starts to fill the room. Knowing I’m not going to get any more sleep, I get dressed and head to the kitchen. Making myself a tea, I find myself sitting on his back deck, watching the sunrise.
“Son of a bitch,” I hear from the kitchen.
“You okay?” I ask through the door.
Tank spins around when he hears my voice.
“You’re here?” he asks, shocked.
“Not a ghost, biker boy.”
“Fucking sass. We back to boy again now,” he grumbles.
“When it fits, wear it.” I chuckle into my tea.
Returning to my chair, I curl back up and continue to watch the landscape change as the sun finally comes up. Tank joins me outside and sits in the chair next to me.
