by Jaci J.
“What, are you gonna do, spank me if I don't do what you say?” I joke. That smirk is turning into a full blown ear to ear grin. Oh shit.
“Exactly. Two,” he says folding a second finger down. Backing away from him, I try to formulate an escape route, but nothing is coming to me.
Shit.
“One, baby. Time’s up.” Before I can move Tanks on me and throws me up and over his shoulder.
“Tank, you can't just throw me over your shoulder all caveman style and shit any time you want.” I tell him while dangling upside down.
Snorting in disagreement he says, “I can and I will.” What a pain in my ass.
“Have it your way.”
Swatting my ass hard he chuckles. “Now you're gettin' it angel.” I always have impossible, bossy ass men in my life driving me crazy. He is going to be the worst.
I'm still hanging upside down when Tanks phone rings. While still holding me upside down, I watch him pull it out of his pocket. He answers the caller in grunts and one word answers.
“Your Dad,” he says, holding his phone towards me. Pressing a button turning on the speaker phone Tank says, “you got her.”
A beat passes before my dad says, “Lil, you good?” This is his way of saying, 'Hey honey. How are you doing? Tank treating you well?'. These damn bikers and their refusal to use more than a few words at any given time.
“I'm good, Dad. Thanks.” With a grunt of acknowledgment, he hangs up. Tossing the phone to the couch, Tank chuckles. With his hands of my thighs, he pulls my body from over his shoulder, letting my body slide down his slowly where friction starts to build. Catching me by grabbing my ass, he holds me to him. His face in my neck and his stubble is scraping at my neck and cheek. He is softly kissing along my neck and jaw.
“You smell so fuckin' good.” His voice is rough and makes my skin tingle.
“Yeah?” His lips start to roam .
“Yeah, baby.” His arms start wrapping tighter around me, his smell is invading every part of me. One arm moves under my ass again while the other holds up my thigh, he carries me to his room. “Time for a little fun baby.”
Reaching for the hem of my shirt he tugs it up over my head, tossing it onto the floor. He stands there and stares at my tits, always offering them his full attention.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask, watching him stare.
Licking his lips he doesn't even look at me when he answers, “Fuck yes.” Men.
Grabbing a fist full of shirt, I pull him to me so his hard chest is pressed against mine. “You're a fuckin' pervert,” I whisper against his lips. I can feel his laugh deep in his chest.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Figures he wouldn't care.
Running a rough finger over the swell and curve at the top of my bra brings goose bumps to my skin. With his other hand, he sweeps my hair over my shoulder.
“You like that bra?” he asks nodding at my chest.
His disgusted stare at my bra tells me he's not a huge fan. Do I like my bra? I do. It's cute. It's black lace with a pink satin under lining from Victoria's Secret. Staring at my breasts I can see the eagerness worn into his brow. I’ll give him this.
“I don't mind it.” Grabbing the tops of both of the cups he tears it open. The material tears and rips right open, not putting up much of a fight.
“I'll buy you a new one.” Tossing it with my shirt he has a huge shit eating grin on his face.
“That fun for you?” I question him. From the boyish smile on those lips I'd say he enjoyed himself. His eyes still trained right at my chest. “You've no fuckin' idea.” Wrapping an arm around my shoulders he tugs me to his chest.
“No.” I push his arms off of me. “Sit your ass down. It’s my turn.” He licks those beautiful lips and folds those huge arms over his chest. The muscles in his arms strain and pull making me want to drool. Goddamn it. He looks ready to argue.
“You fuckin' think so sweetness?” He challenges me. Do I think so? Hell yes. I don't think so, I know so. Cocking a brow I can't help my snort of a laugh.
“You want my pussy?” I counter easily. That smirk melts right off that handsome face. “That's what I thought.”
“Keep doin' that shit, baby,” Tank groans into my neck. “So fuckin' good.” His words are hoarse and forced.
I push him back onto the bed and he makes his way up with his back to the headboard. I slowly slide my shorts and panties down my leg and I can actually hear his breath coming faster. As soon as they hit the floor, I climb on the bed and make my way to him. I spread my legs over him and position myself over his big dick and I go down, oh so slow. As soon as his entire dick is inside of me, I start to roll and grind down on him. One of his big hands wrap up in my hair, pulling on it hard. The other is clutching at my waist, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises. I’m turned on even more ‘cause I’m doing this to him.
His back is pressed against the headboard so I put my hands over his shoulders gripping the headboard for more leverage as I continue to ride him. I’m in no hurry, and as I move my body in smooth deliberate strokes, I know I’m driving him crazy. Moving slowly. Up and down, up and down, rolling my hips … I pull myself up just enough to barely have the tip of his dick inside of me. I’m watching the strain on his face and what this is doing to him and it’s making me so wet I can feel it sliding down my thighs. Slowly lowering myself down, I add a little twist to my hips. Each time his fingers dig further into my hips and the tugs on my hair get a little rougher.
“Fuck! … Jesus Fuckin' Christ baby. Fuck!” I do it a few more times before his hand grabs up my hair and twists it tight, pulling my mouth to his and he kisses me hard and deep. His tongue is playing with mine, I bite his bottom lip hard and I hear his growl.
“You wanna play it like that baby?” he asks quietly. Smiling sweetly I bat my lashes at him. Rocking my hips again his head hits my shoulder on a groan. “Fuck, baby.” he yells. With another little hip roll I'm flat on my back under him, legs over his shoulders. Biting my leg so hard I know he leaves teeth marks.
“My turn.” He starts fucking me hard. No sweet. No soft. He gives it to me. I can feel the orgasm building as my eyes start to roll to the back into my head.
“No, fuck no. Give me them eyes, baby.” Smacking the side of my ass hard, Tank demands my attention. Opening my eyes I focus on his devastatingly beautiful face. My body is humming, wanting this release. Tank's hold on me tightens ‘cause he knows it’s coming. He leans into me further, spreading me wider, and goes so fuckin’ deep that he hits the perfect spot.
“Shit. Shit!” I lose it. My eyes can’t focus while my pussy is on fire. “Oh fuck!” I’m screaming, pushing myself as far as I can on his dick, riding the wave and sinking my nails into his arms. Tank bites and sucks at my lips. Giving me a knowing smirk, he licks his thumb. Working small circles on my clit he gives it to me hard. “Give me one more baby.”
17
Tank
Two weeks later. ...
Life with Lil is something else. Shit's falling into this normal pace with her. It's comfortably perfect and I like it that way. Lil spends her days at the club and shop doing all kinds of shit, including helping out the brothers. It sure as hell keeps Low's shit together and everybody seems to like having her around. With her here, things are finally getting back to normal. I get her most nights. Naked and in my bed, exactly where I like her. We're hiding our thing from Low, but not very well. Pretty much every brother and Old Lady knows and none seem to give a shit really. Although Low acts clueless, He’s not stupid. I'm shit at keeping my hands off of her. Maybe he knows but is choosing this battle with me for another day. Who the fuck knows.
If Lil's not at his place, he thinks she's staying at Peaches and Gin's. Not a huge fan of having to keep that shit secret, but I do it for Lil. I get her and to be honest that's all that really fucking matters to me.
I left her beautiful ass at my place earlier with Rampage ‘cause Happy needed a fuckin
’ hand, so here I am. One in the Goddamn morning and I had to drag my ass out of my place to handle a Motherfucker. This shit is about Dracos and the shit that happened to Lil so I made an exception.
We need to get this shit squared away so my girl is safe, so here I am.
“He's not givin' it up?” I ask Happy walking through the sliding bay door at the warehouse. “Nah.” He shakes his head. Happy looks a little sick and uneasy.
A Draco member is sitting in a chair tied up and bleeding from the head, rambling on about shit that isn’t making much sense.
“Yo, shut the fuck up. Where's Tick?” Now it’s my turn at him. He’s not getting any chances with me. Slipping on my leather gloves, I'm ready to get this shit done with. Happy isn’t getting it done and I've got shit to get back to.
Poor Happy. He's loyal as a Motherfucker, but dealing with this kind of shit isn’t his thing. He’s not the blood and weapons kind of guy. He’s the riding bikes and pussy kind of guy.
“Can't … find him, you fucker.” The dude spits and sputters, blood spilling from his mouth and splattering at my feet. He needs a little education.
“You sure 'bout that?” I hate dealing with stupid assholes. They think they are the only fucks who know what they are doing.
“Fuckin’ stupid,” he grumbles through a mouth full of blood. Yeah, I'm the stupid one, all while he's tied to a damn chair in a warehouse about to get fucked up.
Reeling back I land a bone crunching blow to his face. Bone breaks and crunches under my fist. I love that sound. Blood splatters from the hit, getting on my clothes and shit. Fucking bleeders. There's a loud grunt, but nothing from him.
“Ain't got nothin' for me?” I ask again. He only shakes his head. Alright we'll play it his way. Reaching for the small tray a few feet away I pull it towards me. Grabbing up a long hunting knife I show it to him.
“Got shit to tell me now?” Shaking his head he spits at me.
“Fuck you!” he slurs. I'm done with this shit. Pulling back a little, I plunge the long knife through his hand. His skin, tendons, muscle, and bone put up no resistance as the blade slices in effortlessly. The bitch lets go of a loud scream and instantly starts shaking and crying.
“Now?” I push him. He just shakes his head on a sob. Fucking prick is eating up my time with my girl. That shit doesn't make me happy. He doesn't start talking here real quick I'm going to stop being so damn friendly.
Reaching into my back pocket I pull out my time savers. “Hold his head,” I tell Happy.
He grabs around his forehead, prying his mouth open and I go for a front tooth. These bitches always get people to start talking. Those front sons-a-bitches hurt the worst, too.
“Where's Tick?” I ask him yet again. Shaking his head violently he tries to wiggle his head away.
“Okay, I'll keep playin’ it your way.” Pulling and yanking on that bitch, it starts to come loose. The tooth cracks and breaks apart in his gums. Never saw a tooth give up so much of a fight. Let me tell you, teeth are a bitch. I swear they're cemented into the skull. Blood and spit dribbles onto my gloves, as I hear a sloppy pop where the tooth finally yanks free.
A gush of blood pools into his mouth. “Fuck! ...ugh! 'Kay 'kay!”
Listening to the dude ramble off some information, I got what I came for. Pulling my gun from my waist I blow a hole in his head before he sees it coming. Blood and brain are all over the metal wall behind him. This shit is done with so I'm ready to roll.
I call up King since Happy looks half past ready to throw up. “King, need a hand.”
Ten minutes later he pulls up. Instantly he grumbles, “Fuck . You didn't save me shit! How’s a man supposed to have any fun around here.” when he sees the guy is already dead.
Shrugging his stupid comment off, I toss him some gloves. “Limbs off, transport it, and then burn it all. Keep the pricks cut.”
Walking into my place, it's quiet and dark. The only light is coming from the TV where I find Rampage's ass watching porn on my couch.
Fuckin’ asshole.
Atleast that’s all he’s doing on my couch.
“Where's Lil?” I ask him. Shrugging, he doesn’t even look away from the TV. “Whatcha a mean you don't know? Did your ass lose her?” I will kick his fucking ass if he lost my Goddamn girl.
“She's up there somewhere,” he says pointing up the stairs. Stupid Motherfucker. Leaving Rampage downstairs, I head for my room ‘cause I need to get to her. Pushing open the door, I find it dark and warm in my room. In the middle of my bed is my Lil, curled up around my pillow sleeping. It never fails, every night I end up pillow jacked. One hundred pounds of tiny person in one of the biggest beds they make and she still takes up at least eighty percent of it. And somehow, she always manages to steal any pillow I have. I'd gladly sleep pillowless and on the edge of the bed if it means she’s in it with me. Seeing her in my bed never gets old. Every time I see her it's like the first time. Never in my life have I cared for shit for myself, but I count my blessing every day I have her. Pray to a religion I know nothing about, thank a God I don't always believe in. Believe in shit I didn't know existed until her. She's my living proof.
Kicking off my clothes, I pull back the blankets , crawl in next to her and I pull her to me, wanting her warm soft skin on mine. I put my hands under her shirt and find the smooth skin of her stomach. This calms me down.
Turning in my arms, she buries her face in my chest. It’s this right here that is the best part of all this shit ‘cause it’s what makes me see that this is what makes life worth living. I love hanging out with her. I love looking at her. I love fucking her and I love talking to her. I love everything about her. But this, this shit right here is perfect.
“Missed you,” she mumbles into me. Been gone a few hours and she missed me? I really like that.
“Baby, yeah.” Her little arms wrap around me pulling me as close as she can get me.
“You smell like bleach,” she informs me. That makes me laugh. My girl doesn't miss anything about me.
“Go to sleep baby.” Nodding her head she sighs,
“I will now that you're here.” Kissing her head I let her sweet smell get to me. Wrapped around me I've got her, and that’s all I need.
************
I had to spend the entire day away from Lil again. Shit doesn't make me happy, but club business is club business.
“Peaches texted, dinner at your place,” Gin says shrugging at me. Well, that’s news to me. We park and walk into the club.
“Got the same dinner invite,” Stitch says walking into the club right on my heels. I guess we're eating at my place tonight.
“We better go before we're late,” Gin says with a smirk. He knows if he's late, Peaches will be reaming his ass. Then again, I'd rather not piss Lil off either. Dropping shit off at the club, we head back to my place.
Walking through the door, I swear it smells like a fucking dream in here. Not sure what it is, but I'm eating it. Peaches is sitting on my living room floor looking through magazines. I pass her and go in search of Lil, finding her and Cali in the kitchen. Cali’s digging through cupboards while Lil is sitting on the counter, beer in hand.
“Hey baby. You hungry?” she asks me with a sweet smile. Shit yes, and it isn’t for food. Handing me a loaded plate she goes about making Gin's and Stitch's plates, ignoring my attempts at getting her alone and to the bedroom. Looking down at the food I make out meat and potatoes. Not sure what kind and it doesn’t matter ‘cause it looks and smells amazing.
“It's not dog food.” Lil laughs at me looking at my food. “It’s honey teriyaki glazed pork chops, garlic roasted red potatoes and sautéed veggies.” Sounds good to me.
Sitting on the couch, Stitch and Gin sit with me while the girls are sitting on the floor around the coffee table. This isn't the usual thing that happens in my house, but it doesn’t mean I don't like it.
“So, why we havin' this little dinner?” I ask Lil cautiously. I have a feeling ther
e is more to this. The girls share a look causing them to laugh. Sneaky bitches.
“Peaches said you'd be suspicious.” No shit, Sherlock. The girls want to cook for us, there must be a reason.
“One of you bitches pregnant?” Stitch asks looking a tad sick.
Cali smacks his leg, “No, you asshole.”
Looking at Lil, she rolls her eyes at me. Can't blame a guy for wondering.
“Oh, come on assholes, we were just planning a little trip for the fourth,” Lil explains. A little trip? Fuck no, this girl ain’t going anywhere without me. Just as I’m about to say so, she stops me. “All of us on a trip,” she corrects me, waving a hand around everyone. Damn right we're all going.
“I talked to everyone and we're staying up at the lake cabins for a few days. We've got the whole club going, plus a few people from other chapters.” Oh shit, it's going to be a Disciples party. This shits gonna be wild.
We all eat, drink and bullshit for a while, then I decide it’s time to send everyone home. I need me some Lil time.
I walk into the bathroom where the showers running with my fuckin’ girl in there naked while I'm out here. There's something wrong with that picture. Swinging open the curtain, Lil jumps a foot and yells, “what the fuck, Tank?” Those big beautiful brown eyes wide and blinking rapidly. That perfect fucking body wet.
“What?” I retort. Not sure why she's yelling at me. She glares at me before she tugs the curtain closed. Fuck that. Pulling it open again she looks at me like I'm crazy.
“You can't just come in here and fling the curtain open!” She can't be serious. Been all over that naked body. Fucked every inch of her and she's acting shy now? She tries to tug it closed again. She's not hiding from me.
“The fuck I can't. Sweetheart, you're mine and I'll do whatever the fuck I want.” Smacking at my hand she keeps tugging that stupid fucking curtain. I'm about to rip the damn thing down.
“It's called privacy,” she states.
Fuck privacy.
All fired up, she's yelling and throwing her hands in the air. I think I do this shit just to get her like this. I like bossy fired up Lil.
