Page 14 of Tarnished

“Quiet,” I gruffly told him. “No activity.”

“Good. Reach back out tomorrow just to check in. If I hear anything before then, I’ll reach out to you. Keep this phone on you.”

“Will do,” I told him before ending the call. After pocketing the phone, I headed inside, locking the front door behind me. I checked on Clarke and Beck, who were curled up on the couch together. Reaching forward, I gently took the book from Clarke’s slack hand, dog-earring the page she’d been on before setting it on the coffee table.

They were so fucking beautiful together. And I desperately wanted them to be mine. I’d never felt like this before in my life, but of course, the first moment I did, I started falling for two traumatized people who would likely never truly want anything with a man like me.

An outlaw. Someone who was okay living on the wrong side of the law. Someone who wasn’t mentally okay—hadn’t been for years. Because like them, trauma had fucked me up and left me deeply scarred.

Beck and Clarke deserved someone much better than me.

Sighing, I headed into my room, leaving the door open, and laid back on the bed.

While I knew they deserved better, if I ever got the chance to be theirs—for them to be mine—I would take it with both hands. I would do my best to love them wholly and fully. I would take care of them and always keep them safe, no matter the cost.

Would that be enough?

11

Beck

Tank slid his hands up my bare thighs, a mischievous gleam lighting up his dark eyes. When he licked his lips, my breath hitched in my throat, my cock jerking against my bare stomach, the head sticky with precum. I was so close to coming, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.

“Tank…” I moaned, my hips rising off the bed the slightest bit when his breath blew over the base of my cock.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he praised, nuzzling my cock before tenderly kissing it. I whined, my head slamming back into the pillows. My fingers laced into his hair when he licked a stripe from the base of my shaft to the tip.

“F-fuuuck,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. But nothing could’ve prepared me for him sucking my cock into his mouth, deep-throating me, his tongue swirling around me. I choked on my own saliva. How was he so damn good at this?

“Tank,” I whined, my hips thrusting of their own volition. He groaned around me, encouraging me to fuck up into his mouth. I tensed slightly when he slipped a finger between my cheeks, but when his fingers brushed over my hole, I moaned. It was a sound so erotic, so obscene, that my cheeks heated. But the way Tank moaned around my cock let me know I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

“I’m so close,” I panted a moment later, my head spinning. “Tank?—”

He swallowed around me, did something fucking magical with his tongue, and I exploded. My cum flooded his mouth?—

I jerked awake, my cock so hard that it hurt. My heart was slamming against my chest bone in rough, erratic beats. Clarke was resting against me, her arm wrapped over my waist. The house was quiet, Tank more than likely in bed, and it looked to be dark outside. I’d obviously been asleep a while—and deeply asleep at that, if the dream I’d had was anything to go by.

I eased out from beneath Clarke and gently maneuvered her so she was spread out on the couch. After covering her back up, I headed to our room and quietly shut the door behind me before laying back on the bed. I needed to get off. I was desperate to release the ache in my balls. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this fucking hard.

Wrapping my fist around my cock, I bit back a moan and arched my hips off the bed, closing my eyes as I recalled every vivid part of that dream. Tank’s hands running up my thighs. His mouth around my cock. The way his tongue swirling around my tip…

I moaned before I could stop myself, and immediately, my breath stalled in my chest, my eyes snapping open. That had been loud. Really loud. Too loud for a house this quiet. There was no way Tank or Clarke hadn’t heard that. Oh, God, what if both of them had?

The door to the bedroom creaked open, and Tank was standing there, staring at me, his eyes unreadable for a moment. I couldn’t bring myself to cover up. Couldn’t bring myself to remove my hand from my cock. I was frozen, only able to stare back at him.

But fuck… when his eyes landed on my cock, on my hand wrapped around myself, his nostrils flared, his eyes burning. Burning with need. Lust. For me.

My throat clicked when I swallowed, and a bead of precum beaded on the crown of my cock. Twisting the fingers of my other hand into the blankets beneath me, I licked my lips and tentatively asked, “Will you come in?” If he turned me down, I would be humiliated as fuck. But if he stepped into the room…

Fuck, if he did, I might combust.

Tank’s eyes darkened to an almost black color, and his fingers tightened on the door handle. He glanced over his shoulder, like he was looking in the direction of the living room. After a moment, he looked back at me, looking like he was at war within himself. But after a moment, he put one bare foot into the room.

And then another.

And another.

Then, he was shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click. I squeezed my cock when more precum slipped from my tip. My breathing quickened the slightest bit when he took a step toward the bed, his eyes back on my face.

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