Snake (The Road Rebels MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  I watched her eat, still considering if it was going to be a good idea to just drag her out of this place without warning. She was a slow eater, and she was taking her time with the food.

  “So since you don’t want to talk about your parents, what else do you want to talk about? There is so much I want to know about you,” she continued, and I grabbed my fifth bottle of beer tightly in my hand. I took a big sip and banged it down on the table.

  The sound startled Noelle a little, and she dropped her fork down on her plate and stared at me. Without explanation, I stood up from my chair and started dragging my wallet out of my pocket.

  “We’re leaving now,” I said and eyed the men at the bar.

  “What? Why?” she asked, dabbing the sides of her mouth with the napkin on her lap.

  “Because I’m taking you home,” I said, and she stared up at me wide eyed. I pulled out as much cash as I had in my wallet and slapped it down on the table. It was definitely more than I owed, but now wasn’t the time to be careful with money.

  The two Dragon Knights were still watching us, and they knew that I was about to leave.

  “Noelle lets go,” I said, trying to make myself sound as casual and calm as possible. She had her brows crossed and her mouth set in a firm line.

  “Why? I don’t understand, Tank. Please, just explain it to me,” she said, in a weak, desperate voice and I walked around the table to her. I reached for her hand, and she allowed me to take it.

  “I want to take you home because I don’t want to talk anymore,” I said and stared into her blue eyes.

  Her expression went from looking dazed and confused to a sudden realization dawning on her. She bit down on her lip and nodded her head.

  “Okay, let's go. I don’t want to talk anymore either,” Noelle said and stood up.

  I walked ahead of her, keeping a firm grip on her hand as I weaved us around the tables. I was taking the farthest possible route away from the bar, but I had my eyes on the two men. I was ready to pull out my gun on a moment’s notice and shield Noelle with my body if I had to.

  Even though they watched us walk towards the door, neither of them made a move. I pulled Noelle around and lightly pushed her out of the door, stepping out behind her and looking over my shoulder at the guys.

  Now with Noelle in my life, I realized that everything was going to change. I was going to become a man who always looked over his shoulder because I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I didn’t want to be responsible for any harm to Noelle. It was going to make me weak. It was going to make me susceptible to defeat, and I did not like the sound of that.

  CHAPTER10

  Noelle

  Tank was intense when he brought me back to his apartment. I had ridden on the backseat of his bike, with my arms thrown around his stomach and I was worried if I was hurting his wound. He didn’t show it even if I was.

  Tank’s apartment was clean but typically a man’s house. He had the bare minimum furniture, but everything was in its place. He led me into the living room and flipped the light switch on, then threw his leather jacket on the couch.

  I looked around me, at his large screen TV and the coffee table and water rings on the surface, while Tank walked over to the window and parted the curtains slightly to look outside.

  “Expecting someone?” I asked, and he turned to look at me again. His hazel eyes were narrowed and dark, he stared at my face for a few moments before his expression softened. His gaze drifted down to my breasts. I knew the dress I was wearing showed cleavage and he seemed to like that.

  “No, I’m not,” he said and walked swiftly towards me.

  “Look, Noelle…I know tonight was supposed to just be a regular date…” he began to say, and I could see that he looked genuinely apologetic. I smiled at him and placed my clutch on the coffee table beside us.

  “Tank, I’m here now. You don’t have to apologize to me for bringing me here,” I said, in a quiet voice and he stepped closer to me.

  “It’s just that I couldn’t sit in that place, looking at you in this dress, hearing you talk…and do nothing else,” he murmured, bringing his face close to mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and I bit down on my lip.

  “I have to admit that it was getting difficult to just sit there for me too,” I said, feeling the tops of my cheeks flush. Something about Tank, something about the way I wanted him…made me bolder, more courageous to speak my mind. I didn’t feel like I needed to make pretenses around him, or like I had to try to be someone else who I was not.

  “Why? Why was it so difficult for you?” he asked, and then he brought up his hands to my face, clasping my cheek with one hand. The sensation of his large rough hands meeting my skin sent shivers down my spine, and for a few moments; I felt tongue tied. I could feel the desperate desire growing in me again. Tank was too hot to resist.

  “I wanted you to touch me,” I said, in a low, hoarse whisper, a little embarrassed of what I was saying. I had never spoken like this before.

  “I’m touching you now,” he said, and he moved his fingers towards my lips. With his thumb, he parted my lips and then slowly, keeping his eyes on my face; he popped his forefinger into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of his skin, and the smooth sliding motion of his finger between my lips reminded me of how his cock had felt inside my mouth. An instinctual moan rose up my throat, which made Tank’s eyelids droop heavily as he looked at me.

  “What else do you want me to do to you, Noelle?” he asked, and I reached for him, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. He slipped his finger in and out of my mouth, while his other hand held on to my waist tightly.

  “I want you to touch me everywhere,” I said, a little shyly again, and it brought a smile to Tank’s face. It was like he was enjoying how embarrassed I was of admitting these things.

  “You have no fucking idea how sexy you are,” he growled under his breath, and he slipped his finger out of my mouth, it was wet and glistening with my saliva. He dragged the same hand down my body, over my breasts and my belly, feeling the shape of my curves.

  I shuddered in his arms, a little unsteady on my feet as his hand traveled down to the hem of my short cocktail dress. Without wasting any time, Tank pulled up the bottom of my dress, rolling it over my thighs till his hand hovered over my pussy. He caressed the lace of my panties, and rubbed me through the fabric, feeling for wetness. He didn’t need to check, I was dripping wet already.

  Then, while I stared up at him, waiting for him to do something to me, he leaned his face towards me and pulled my mouth into his, claiming me abruptly. I gasped as our tongues crashed together, but Tank was the forceful one, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Tasting me, exploring every inch with hunger.

  He was using the strength of his body to push me towards the wall, till my back was pinned to it. His lips remained clasped to mine, and he grunted with every thrust of his tongue. His hand traveled down my breasts again, down my belly, till he was roughly pushing aside my panties.

  I pulled my mouth away from his for breath when his fingers met my wet folds. He lightly slapped it and then rubbed my pussy again, and I pinned myself further to the wall. My body was overtaken with desire. I could feel the throbbing ache between my legs where his fingers were teasing me. My clit was swollen, my pussy was dripping its juices, running down the insides of my thighs. Tank didn’t stop touching me there, rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb, while his other fingers played with my wet folds.

  I glared at him, as though begging for more, and a smile lingered on his face. He enjoyed watching me squirm with desire, shudder with arousal. I could feel my nipples pebbled under my dress, aching for his mouth.

  “Tank, please…” I hissed and bit down on my lip, as his fingers continued to tease me. He grew rougher with every second, tormenting my pussy. I wanted more than just his fingers this time.

  “Please what?” he asked, and I gulped, trying to find the right words to say. I knew what I wanted, I’d just n
ever said it to anyone before.

  “You have to tell me what you want,” he growled and slipped a finger into me, which made me gasp.

  “I want you to fuck me,” my voice came out hoarse, and I couldn’t believe I had actually said the words. Tank smiled, pleased with my request and before I knew what was happening, he had slipped his finger out of me and grabbing me by my waist, he had flipped me around.

  My breasts pressed against the wall, as he positioned me the way he wanted to have me. Wrapping one strong arm around my belly, he lifted my body up, making sure that my ass stuck out in the air, directed at him.

  I could feel my knees weakening at the thought of him taking me from behind. He caressed and squeezed my ass and then used his hands on my thighs to spread my legs apart.

  My breasts swung below me, my breathing was harsh and wild. My palms were pressed against the wall for support, and I heard Tank’s belt come off. My arms were covered in goosebumps as I waited for the moment.

  He was tugging my tight dress up my ass now, settling it around my hips. All it took him was one quick motion, to rip my panties off and I felt it sliding down my legs to the ground. I was completely exposed to him now. Bare ass and pussy dripping wet, inviting him in.

  He touched me there again, sliding his fingers up and down my throbbing slit before I heard the sound of his jeans drop to the floor.

  Tank grunted as he placed his hands on my ass, holding me in position.

  “I’ve been waiting to ride you for a long time, Noelle,” he said in a low gruff voice, and I could sense his cock near my ass.

  My breath caught in my throat, and I moaned. My pussy was aching with desire, impatient to have Tank inside me.

  Tank grazed his cock against my slit gently at first, and then he thrust himself in. We both moaned at the same time, as his cock slid in inch by inch inside me. He was bigger than the last guy I’d slept with, and I could feel my muscles clenching and then unclenching as he pushed himself deeper.

  Tank didn’t stop grunting as he slid in, slowly at first till he plowed himself in for the last few inches. My body was pushed forward, my breasts crashed against the wall, and he slid himself out again.

  “So fucking tight,” I heard him mumble under his breath, and then he thrust himself in again. This time I was better prepared for him. I could feel the walls of my pussy relax as he fit himself in. Deeper and deeper, stroking that spot inside me that was going to make me come.

  He picked up a quick, forceful motion, thrusting himself in and pulling out quickly, his balls slapped against my ass, and he didn’t stop. I moaned and bit down on my lip, sensing my body covered with beads of perspiration as I was being pushed over the edge of an orgasm.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he said, in a hoarse voice as he kept pushing into me; towards a quick rhythmic motion that lulled me into a dream state. I was quivering with the ache building up inside me, his cock pushed and pushed till I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Tank!” I screamed his name, startled…I had never had an orgasm with a cock inside me before, but with him, I was coming hard. I could feel my juices trickling out while he heightened his pace. Thrusting and banging, pushing and pounding, deeper and deeper till I was moaning with pleasure, my body rocking and sweating.

  I heard him growl, like a wild animal as his grip on my ass tightened. His hands pinched my skin as he shuddered and I felt him shoot inside me. My orgasm had begun to calm down as I felt him depositing his seed inside me.

  He dropped himself over me, his chest on my back while he thrust in slower motion, his come jetting into me.

  When he was done, he remained in the same position. Our bodies draped together…till my knees finally buckled and I crashed to the floor. Tank followed me down, falling on me and I laughed. He was laughing too. We were both spent and exhausted and satisfied, and I couldn’t believe how good this felt.

  We were lying on the carpeted floor, trying to catch our breath. My arms were entangled with Tank's, I could see his cock still erect, throbbing and glistening with both our juices. I stared up at his ceiling, trying to figure out what it was about him that made me feel so good. Was it because he was strong? Because of all his muscles? His tattoos? Or was it because being with him was so wrong?

  Tank reached for me, pulling me into his arms so that now my head was resting on his heaving chest. He weaved his fingers into my hair, and I pressed my eyes closed, trying to burn this moment into my memory.

  “Noelle…I would like you to stay the night here with me,” I heard him say and I lifted my head up to look at him.

  “I would like that too,” I said, and we were smiling at each other.

  CHAPTER 11

  Tank

  When I woke up the next morning, I realized that we were on my bed. I moved and felt Noelle in my arms. She was still in her dress, and I was in my boxers and t-shirt. Memories of the previous night came flooding back, overwhelming me.

  We were on the floor outside in the living room, exhausted from our orgasms. We had laid like that for a while before I suggested that we get more comfortable in my bed. Noelle had followed me in, and we had crashed down on the bed, our bodies still exhausted.

  Then, she had snuggled up to me, placing her head on my chest and we talked. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like talking to someone like this. Not even with my brothers at the MC, and definitely not any woman I had slept with. Noelle was funny and sweet, and she was patient with me. She asked me very few questions about life as part of a Motorcycle Club. Instead, she was more interested in finding out what I liked to cook for myself, what my dream travel destinations were…the kind of things I hadn’t put much thought into before.

  She was pushing me to think about what kind of life I wanted to live, and with someone else maybe those questions would have bothered me, but with her, I wanted to explore those ideas.

  Afterwards, still in each other's arms, Noelle had drifted off to sleep and even though I wanted to undress her, suck on her nipples, and fuck her again…I just lay there, staring at her sleeping peacefully in my arms.

  Now, with the morning light pouring in through the curtains of my bedroom, I turned to Noelle. She was still asleep, her face stretched in a dreamy smile, her dark brown hair ruffled and falling all over her face. Her body rose and fell gently with every breath that she took, and I couldn’t help but reach out and touch her.

  I pushed the hair off her face, and she breathed in deeply and moved.

  I kissed the top of her nose, shocked that I was happy to wake up next to someone in the morning. I hadn’t even bothered bringing women back to my place before, let alone waking up beside them. Everything with Noelle was different.

  I slipped my hands under the covers and found her bulging breasts. I’d been waiting to taste them for so long, that I couldn’t help but allow my fingers to seek out her nipples over her dress. When I found them, my thumbs teased them, coaxing them into attention and Noelle’s eyes flew open.

  She had woken up with a smile, and she wriggled on the bed now, straightening her back as I played with her nipples some more.

  “Morning…” she said, in a soft groggy voice as I adjusted myself over her.

  “You look so beautiful, I couldn’t resist,” I told her as I pulled the neck of her dress down. Her bra-clad breasts popped out, and Noelle giggled. I could see the goosebumps on her arms, as I squeezed her breasts. She moved her hips and moaned, as I started to pull down her bra. Her breasts were propped up by the underwire, exposed to me…her delicious pink nipples pointed up to the ceiling and I could feel my mouth salivating.

  I brought my tongue down, lapping at one nipple in slow, smooth motions. Noelle shuddered and bit down on her lip, arching her back and thrusting her hips towards me. I could see she liked it.

  I brought my mouth down on her other nipple, and instead of licking this one, I sucked. Her nipple slid into my mouth, and I sucked as she arched her hips, even more, meeting my waist. I knew
my cock was tenting in my boxers, rubbing against her pussy. I continued sucking on those nipples, till she was moaning and gasping with pleasure.

  Her dress had ridden up, exposing her bare thighs and her pussy to me, and while I sucked on her right nipple, my hand traveled down her belly to her clit. It was swollen and throbbing, and I rubbed it. Noelle gasped again, rotating her hips frantically now.

  I looked up at her, not pulling my mouth away from her breasts, and I saw that her blue eyes were stormy with desire. She was biting down on her lip hard, just seconds away from drawing blood. I smacked my lips away from her nipple and rose up to kiss her.

  She greeted me warmly, kissing me back with force and our bodies were pressed together. I was on top of her, and she was wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me forcefully down closer to her.

  Her warm throbbing pussy rubbed against my cock, and I could feel myself losing all control. I was seconds away from just thrusting myself inside her.

  Noelle pulled her mouth away from me, panting, and her eyes were heavy and dark. I looked at her as she stared at me, reaching out to weave her fingers through my hair.

  “Tank…will you make love to me?” she asked, in a soft, gentle voice and I felt a tug in my heart. Nobody, I knew used that phrase, I didn’t even know what it meant. I knew only one way to do it…to fuck hard and come, preferably on tits or face.

  I clenched my jaws and kissed her again. If Noelle wanted to be made love to, that was what she was going to get.

  I pulled her dress up, over her head and pushed her bra aside, till she was completely naked underneath me. Her body was curvaceous and juicy, her hips were wide, and her thighs were plump and delicious. I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

  I quickly tugged my t-shirt off and then my boxers, and now for the first time, we were both naked together. Noelle was smiling, her eyes glazed and happy as she stared at me.

  It was strange because, in all my years, I had never felt so completely at loss of what to do. I wanted to give Noelle what she wanted, but I didn’t know how to. I allowed my instinct to take over, and gripping her thighs, I parted her legs and wedged myself between them.