Page 42 of Tank

“Settle down, Doll. He’s saying that for Nitro’s benefit. I’m not the type to pick up strange women in bars.”

“Just strange women you meet in holding cells?” She’s facing away from me, but I can see by the rise of her cheeks that she’s smiling.

“Didn’t you know? Criminals are hot,” I whisper in her ear, causing a shudder to go through her.

Her breathing is a little quicker, I can feel her chest rising and falling under my tight hold. “Tyson?” she breathily sighs.

“Yeah, Doll?”

“Can we go back to your room and hang out?” She twists in my arms to look at me, the tops of her cheeks a little pink. “Oh, if this whole impromptu meeting thing is over. Shoot! Should I do something about the foot? I mean itwassent to me and all,” She twists this way and that, jiggling around and I have to hold in my groan. She’s wiggled my hard cock right into the cleft between her cheeks.

I know when she feels it because her body goes ramrod straight, not moving a muscle. Shit, I’m sure I even hear her gulp. She’s silent for so long I start to get worried, gripping her by the hips to move her gently off my lap and away from my harassing cock.

The movement must have snapped her out of whatever haze she was in because she jumps up, “I have things to write about!” she loudly announces to the room. “Important things. And, and I need Tyson, Tank, to help me with it. He has experience with, um, language that will help the scene I’m writing.” She starts walking toward the mouth of the hall then spins abruptly, “It’s not an anal scene!” she yells in a shrill voice.

Everyone stares at her. Well, my brothers and the Tombs men stare at her, once one of the women cackles it starts a chain reaction of giggles. She stares at me wide-eyed, and I can’t do anything but follow her. Anywhere. Everywhere. Wherever she wants me to go, I’ll be there.

I rise up out of the couch, discreetly tuck my cock so I’m not walking past my family with a tent pitched and start to follow. First off, I let the brain in my head do the thinking, rather than the little one in my pants. “Chewy, you’ll be dispo-”

“Yup, I’ll take care of disposal. I have an idea,” She waggles her eyebrows in my direction, her line of sight on the foot. “I wonder if Elio wants to see an old foot?”

“NO!” Elio’s parents yell in unison and I take this as my cue to get out of there before I have to hear any Tombs arguments. Trust me, Tombs arguments take on a life and logic of their own.

By the time I make my way out of the common room Mira is down the far end of the hall waiting by my room door. She’s twisting her hands with a concerned look on her face until her head snaps up at the sound of my heavy footsteps. She beams at me, and before she can stop it her eyes dart to my junk, before snapping to my face, wide as hell.

“I wasn’t perving! It, it just kinda happened because out there he was all like -” She puffs her cheeks out, lips pinched as she makes a big circle with her hands, then moves them up and down like she’s jacking a huge dick. “Huge. It felt huge. Which is kinda weird because it was nestled by my butt and my butt isnotsmall. In theory it should have seemed waaaay smaller. Miniscule even. Like when you sit on the remote but you can’t feel it there, even when someone accuses you of sitting on it and you swear black and blue that you’re not and that you’d feel it and then the accuser makes you stand so they can check and it’s right there. On the seat where you said it wasn’t.” She tips her head back to look at me and I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take her plump lips.

I nibble at them gently then leave a peck, pulling back just a moment, “I love the way all your words and thoughts spill out of these lips.” I press my lips to her again, hers curling up beneath mine in a sweet smile, a happy sigh leaving her.

We stay like this a beat longer, before Mira pulls back. “Let me in there, Tyson. I got ideas.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

Mira

Mira, play it cool. Whatever you do, do not blurt out that you’re a virgin. A 27-year-old virgin. You’ll look like a total weirdo.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, even before Tyson has shut the door behind us.

He freezes for a split second, then presses the door shut with a soft snick, turning to face me. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there, looking at me with an unreadable look on his face.

“I don’t have it because I took a celibacy pact or anything like that, I just, um, never got round to getting rid of it?” I have no idea how or why that sentence turned into a question but it did. “It’s not like I haven’t tried to lose it. I’ve tried loads of times. And I guess if we’re talking about the actual, physical virginity then that’s gone, thanks to big Ricky. So in that sense I’m not a virgin, but-” I’m cut off when Tysons big finger comes to rest on my lips. In not an attractive way either, I mean, I was mid sentence, so my top lip is a little askew and I’m sure my bottom teeth are showing.

“Doll, it’s OK. I’m not coming in here to maul you.” He smiles softly at me, removing his finger, using the same hand to gently run the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I like you. A lot. Wecan take this as fast or as slow or not at all. It’s your call, Mira. Got it?”

I nod, then swallow, trying to straighten out the thoughts that are zipping around in my brain. There’s too many, and yet none at all. My body is on fire. Not in a burning up way, but in an achy way.

“I want you, Tyson. So much it almost hurts. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I’m going to say something incredibly not sexy, but it feels like my crotch is on fire for you, in a good way. Not like the other night,” I let out a shudder, because what the heck even was that?

“Well, I’m glad it’s not on fire in a bad way,” Tyson’s lips twitch and I know I’m being weird, but jeez, I can’t help it. When I get nervous, things get weird.

“Good. That’s good. Great even. So, um, even though I’ve never done it with a real man, I feel like my down belows should be fine. Like no tearing or anything. They’re probably in tip-top shape really. Well, at least I hope so,” I frown down at my down belows.

Tyson’s chuckle reaches my ears, breaking through the fog. “Mira, let’s just relax. Kick our shoes off, and sit on the bed for a while. You can tell me what this great idea of yours was. And who the hell big Ricky is.”

I watch as he toes off his boots and a snort bursts out of me when I see his colorful socks. I don’t know why but I guess I was expecting those thick wool worker man socks, not bright yellow socks with little dogs all over them. He scrunches and wiggles his toes, a goofy smile on his face as he looks down.

“What? I like colorful socks,” He shrugs and then kicks his boots into position near the bathroom door, the toes just touching the wall.

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