Tank's Property (11 page)

“Everything will be okay.” He addressed Lila and Bunny.

They both nodded, and even though things looked pretty grisly right now, he would make sure things worked out. There was no other alternative.

****

Several days later

Bunny watched Lila pace, knowing her friend was nervous, but Bunny kept trying to calm her down.

“Things will be okay. They’ll bring her back.”

Lila stopped and ran her hands over her pants, nodding. “I know they will, but she was the only genuine and decent person in that shithole.”

Faye started squirming in Bunny’s arms, but she slowly started rocking the baby and Faye fell back asleep.

“Shouldn’t they have been back by now?” Lila asked. “Shouldn’t they have called and told us they have her? What if something went wrong?”

“Stop right there,” Bunny said. “They’re fine. They’re probably just focusing, making sure they get her out of there safe, okay?”

Lila nodded and breathed out. She moved over to the table where Bunny sat with Faye in Tank’s house.

“You’re right. I’m just so damn worried.” Lila looked at Bunny. “Dotty wasn’t like the women that were club whores. She didn’t turn a blind eye to the abuse and degradation that went on. She was hurt just as much as I was, and I hated that she was left behind.”

Over the last couple of days the guys had gone out to Thorne to shut down the rest of Spike’s operation. From what she’d heard at the club the Brothers had trashed the place, and fucked up anyone that went against them. The women were told to go, that they were free, but some were so fucking crazy they attacked some of the guys. But they hadn’t heard if Dotty had made it out, or if she’d even been there. That had been the last thing she heard, and it had been yesterday. Bunny hoped they’d found her, and she wasn’t hurt or … worse. But from what she’d heard from Lila, and seen with Spike and his men when they attacked the club, that gang was off their rockers.

“Want me to make you some tea or coffee?” Bunny asked, but before Lila could answer the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had them both standing and going over to the window. Tank got out of his SUV first. Wrath, who was still badly injured but had refused to stay back, got out of the passenger side door. He limped, and the pain was clear on his face, but it was clear Wrath was a bad motherfucker and wouldn’t back down for anything, not even his health. He moved toward the back door, opened it, and a woman climbed out a second later. Bunny assumed that was Dotty. She had ash blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a bruise and swelling covering one side of her face.

“Oh God. Looks like one of those assholes from Spike’s crew hit her before things went down.” Lila’s voice cracked as she spoke. And then she was out the front door before Bunny could even comprehend what she was doing.

Bunny stood there with Faye in her arms, watching as Lila embraced the woman. They were speaking to each other, both crying, and the emotion clear, even from where Bunny stood. She watched as Wrath stared at Lila, his focus intense. Tank had told her the feelings Wrath and Lila had for each other, but how they’d never explored that. He also told her Wrath felt like a failure for letting Spike get to them. He even blamed himself for Bunny getting hurt and Lila having to pull the trigger. It seemed strange that a man of Wrath’s size, of the type of frightening reputation he had, would feel like a failure in anyway. Spike and the men working with him had been insane, and it wasn’t anyone’s fault what happened aside from Spike and his crew.

And as Bunny turned her focus away from the women and looked at Tank, she saw her man was looking right at her.

It had only been a few days since Spike and his crew came after them, and Bunny was still recovering from the wound on her head. She had pretty bad bruising on her face from Spike punching her as she tried to protect Lila and Faye from him. Over time the bruising would fade and she’d heal. She just hoped this didn’t have a lasting effect on anyone, because life was so short. It had taken her too long to realize and accept that, and now that she fully understood it all, she had no plans on wasting another minute.

Chapter Fifteen

Several weeks later

“Are you sure about this, baby?”

Bunny looked from her father’s house to Tank. “I’m more than sure. This place needs to be nothing but rubble.” Truth was Bunny should have thanked Spike for trashing the place, because it had saved her time and anguish from doing it. For as long as she could remember this home hadn’t been a home at all, but a hellhole that she’d been trapped in. It had been her prison, her nightmare, and she was glad it could finally come down. With Tank and the club’s help, getting the paperwork pushed through, and having the funds to get this done, Bunny was finally going to watch the last piece of her fucked up nightmare crumble to the ground. The only thing she wished was that she could burn the fucker until it was nothing but ash.

Tank wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close to him. She could hear Lucien and a few of the other MC members speaking with the men that were helping her tear this piece of shit house down, and she couldn’t help but smile. She wouldn’t cry because she was happy, but would stay strong. It was the only way to get through this, and to finally put her past to rest. She would always have the memories and scars of the physical and emotional abuse her father put her through. But in the end she had Tank, Lila, Faye, and a new MC family, and she’d never felt like she was home, where she was supposed to be, other than when she was with them.

“We’re an all go,” the construction guy said. He put his hardhat on, climbed into the dozer that would tear the house in two, and started it up.

She held her breath as she watched him go to work on her childhood house, at the place where her father would call her names, burn her arms, and make her feel like the world was better off without her. But then she had Tank, a man who’d made her feel the opposite, who had given her love, showed her how special she really was, and she’d always find happiness with him. He might be different now, wrapped in leather and tattoos, riding a Harley, and doing things others saw as shady. But he was hers, and she was his, and nothing else mattered.

****

Bunny cleared off the table and looked at Tank. He was pouring her a glass of juice since she didn’t drink alcohol, and getting a beer out of the fridge for himself. She’d been staying with Tank at his place, but so had Lila and Faye, and Bunny loved having her friend and the baby stay with them. It wasn’t about having “alone time” with Tank, or about needing to have enough sex he couldn’t walk straight, because they needed to catch up from the time that had passed. They had the rest of their lives to do that, and having Faye and Lila in the house made things so light, so happy, that Bunny couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Now in her late twenties she was tired of running and playing games. She was always meant to be with Tank, and that’s how it would stay. They had the rest of their lives to make up what they’d lost, to do everything they should have done while she ran.

But tonight Lila was taking the baby to the club to spend time with Dotty, so that meant Tank and Bunny had the house to themselves. The thought alone had her body heating.

She finished cleaning up, refusing to let Tank help. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he should help, but more so she liked taking care of him in this small way. She’d cooked dinner for him, and now she wanted to clean up before they really spent some time together.

Bunny refilled her juice, grabbed another beer for Tank, and made her way into the living room, but before she could even leave the kitchen Tank rounded the corner, that familiar look of desire on his face. Her entire body became warmer, her pussy instantly got wet, and she knew that what they were going to do was exactly what she needed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tank asked, his voice deep, scratchy, and like fingers moving over her skin. He moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter. She set the glass and bottle down, trying to breathe, and didn’t know how to respond. But he didn’t let her say anything, because in the next second he had his mouth on hers. With one long sweep he pressed his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, entice her.

“You like that?”

She nodded, not finding her voice.

He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.

“You like when I take control, don’t you?”

Again, she nodded. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down.

“I need you,” she whispered. It had been a while since they had been intimate, not because they hadn’t gotten any privacy, or because of the situation, but because Tank had been worried about her, about her wounds. But she was healing, and she didn’t want any of that stopping her from being with the man she loved.

“How much do you need me?”

“You know how much, Tank.”

“This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty. You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes. God, you know I’m ready.”

He growled low and grabbed her hair in a gentle, yet promising hold. Tank pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his mouth on the side of her throat, licking and sucking at the flesh.

“It feels so good,” she whispered.

“Yeah, it does.” He broke away and placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his erection. 

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He growled against her ear.

“Yes. You know I do,” she moaned the words out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could think about was Tank giving it to her nice and hard just like he promised. Bunny had never really been a sexual person, not until she’d met Tank and he made her feel things that had this life filling her.

“You’re mine, Bunny.”

She nodded. “I am. Always.” He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He didn’t remove her bra, but instead reached around, gripped the cups, and pulled them down so her breasts sprang free. “I’m going to lick your sweet, tight pussy until you come all over my face.” He moved his mouth to her ear. “You want me to do that? You want to get off all over my face, let me taste that sweet cream of yours?”

She gasped for breath, but nodded her agreement.

Tank pushed her pants down, got on his haunches, and pulled her panties aside. He delivered on his promise and shoved her pants down. And then he feasted on her like he was starved for her flesh.

The sound of his haggard breathing against her had Bunny sucking air into her lungs harder, faster.

“I’m not about to deny us any longer, baby girl.” He said the words as if he was speaking to himself.

The vibrations that left him had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into tight fists on the smooth counter. All she could focus on was the feel of him trailing his fingers along her sides, and making her flesh tighten from the arousal. At the first touch of his tongue to the center of her body she moaned out loud. He was clearly enjoying going slow, torturing her until she was ready to beg him.

He licked her cleft, sucked on her clit, and squeezed the globes of her ass until the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, every part of you was made for me.”

“Yes.”

He continued to lick at her until she felt the familiar tendrils of an orgasm start to rise. Tank curled his finger around the thin elastic of her panties, tightened them against her body until it dug into her flesh, and hummed loudly.

“I fucking love you,” he grunted out.

“Tank—”

“Shh, baby. I got you. Just let me work you over. Let me make you feel good.” His mouth was so close to her anus now, but he didn’t lick her there, just breathed heavily and made these deep, needy noises. When he started biting the cheeks of her ass she rested her head on the counter and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings he evoked inside of her.

The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy. Tank dragged his tongue right up her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard, too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood. Bunny moaned out her climax. Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.

“So good, baby.
Christ
, so fucking good.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving, had gush after gush of moisture leaving her pussy as she continued to come.

Finally he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her cunt, fuck her that way so she felt her pleasure heighten all over again. A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew, but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her ass. He finger-fucked her back there, and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs.

At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit she tensed and felt another orgasm approach. Tank was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand. The orgasm that rushed forward had stars dancing in front of her eyes, claiming her vision. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs, running his nails along her sensitive flesh, she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge. Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them, his warm breath fanning her pussy, all she could think about was him shoving that rock hard cock between his thighs into her.

“You smell so good, Bunny.” He lowered his gaze to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me. You’re like this because of
me
.” The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control. Tank gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly, made sure she was secure.

“You’re teasing me so much,” she managed to say.

“Yeah, but you like it as much as I do. You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her off the counter and in his arms. He sat down on one of the kitchen tables, and before he pulled her on his lap he got her fully naked. One she was on his lap, he made sure her legs were obscenely spread for him.

Tank cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Bunny could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing. He reached between their bodies, got his cock out through the fly, and stroked himself a few times.

“Kiss me, baby.”

She leaned in and did just that. He was hard beneath her ass, and so thick and long. A man like Tank was feral and carnal, and he’d always been that way from the very moment he’d come into her life. He might be been more intense now, even more primitive, in a sense, but she loved every part of him, no matter what.

“Look at you.” He roamed her face with his gaze, and he settled his stare on her mouth. She felt his cock jerk under her ass. “So fucking beautiful and mine.” He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any words at that moment, he speared his hand behind her head and curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss.

Memories filled her at the flavor of him. It was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck he groaned low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her back, keeping he in place for whatever he wanted to do.

“My way, Bunny.” He secured her wrists at the base of her spine with one of his hands, and used that leverage to pull her upper body back, making her breasts pop out and her have her slightly unbalanced on his lap.

“
Tank
,” she breathed out his name, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her wrists at her lower back that kept her from falling onto the ground.

He trailed his free hand down her belly and stopped when he was close to her clit. She felt his body heat spear right into her.

Lowering his gaze to her pussy again he said, “Look at you, so greedy for me, so ready to take my cock.” He moved his fingers through her folds, so agonizingly slowly that she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to squirm on his lap, not beg him to make her come again. He lifted his hand up, showed her his now glistening fingers, and brought them to his mouth. She knew she looked aroused and needy as she watched him suck on those digits. He groaned once he had licked them clean.

“God, I can’t handle it anymore.” It was hard even getting those words out, and she knew she sounded just as aroused as she was.