Page 30 of Tank

I lean my head back and blow out a breath, sorting my thoughts. My brothers wait, knowing I like to get my mind in order before saying anything. Apart from when I blurted out that I needed help just now. Mira has me twisted up in knots and not quite myself. Her little problem that is now our problem has us planning and waiting for the right time to move forward. The tech team has been working hard to hack into the funeral home’s security and bank accounts and we’ve planned to send a team in for intel tomorrow. The rest of us are reading throughMira’s back catalogue to find anything that may be of use and I should be helping but instead I’ve been busy fantasizing about the bubbly blonde that brought this all to our door.

“I want to take Mira on a date,” I blurt out. The four assholes in front of me all put down their forgotten books, sitting forward.

“Mira? The writer lady?” Wire asks, brow furrowed. “The one with no inner monologue?”

“Yes, yup, the same one.” I nod and then stand tall, straightening my spine and squaring my shoulders so I can take whatever shit they’ll dish out. Instead, I’m met with confusion.

“Why are you asking us?”

“Because you are the only brothers with Ol Ladies. You must know what you’re doing.” They all look at each other before looking back at me.

“OK, let’s help a brother out,” Tav shrugs, clapping his hands. “Do you know where you want to take her?”

“No.”

“What about what you want to do?” Rhodie asks, brow raised.

“Also, no. I haven’t dated since high school and that was just a movie,” Fuck, I’m in deeper than I thought.

“Well, she’s being sent weird shit, but there’s no real threat so you can pretty much go anywhere,” Wire points out.

Four pairs of eyes stare at me as I stare back. She’s different from any woman I’ve ever met before, which means I can’t just take her to a bar and feed her wings and beer. It needs to be better than what I usually do.

“Have you thought that maybe the guys in these books -” Tav waves Mira’s book in the air, “- are what she’s looking for? Maybe do whatever they do.”

“Well, the guy in this book liked to turn his cap backwards and lean over the woman in doorways and shit,” Savage says, looking distastefully at the ripped guy in the cover.

“Yeah, mine seemed to just growl and grunt a lot. And murder a lot of people with his bare hands.”

I let out a breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m not going to do any of those things. Any other bright fucking ideas?”

“What about a meal at the diner? I took Chewy there for our first date and look at us, still going strong.” Rhodie grins wide and looks a little starry eyed at the mention of his Ol Lady.

“Yeah, but you also shut down the bathrooms with unconscious bodies and I think Tank wants to avoid violence when he takes Mira out,” Tav points out.

“Wait, what the hell happened on that date?” Savage asks Rhodie with a confused look.

“It’s a long story, but it all worked out in the end,” Rhodie replies. He spots his Ol Lady walking through the front doors and gives her a grin, then blows her a kiss. This is met with a frown from Chewy who weaves her way toward us.

“What was that for?” she asks Rhodie, dropping a kiss on his lips before taking a seat on his knee.

“I was just telling the guys about our first date and then your beautiful ass walked in and I thought I’d show you my love by blowing a kiss.”

Chewy’s frown deepens, “That makes no sense. You can’t blow a kiss. The act of the kiss itself is for lips to make physical contact. If you blow a kiss at me all you’re really doing is blowing warm air my way.”

Rhodie’s body jiggles Chewy on his lap as he laughs silently. “Yes, you’re right babe, total waste of time. Anyway, we’re trying to help Tank come up with a first date idea.“

She nods once and then turns toward me, her eyes on my shoulder. “Who are you dating?”

“I want to ask Mira out.”

Chewy’s lips tip up so I guess that’s a good sign. “OK. I will be able to help because I like Mira and I’m a girl.” I give her asmile and she leans forward, almost conspiratorially, “She loves books. And picnics. She told me.” She leans back a little, then moves forward again, “OK, she actually told Lovely when Lovely asked if the guys in the books are what she’s looking for in a man. She said no. She said she wants a nice thoughtful man that would take her to bookstores and on picnics and crap.” I nod, this is all good shit. “She also said she would prefer a thick cock to one that’s thin.” She stands and moves to leave while my brothers and I all cough and splutter at that bomb drop.

Chewy walks toward the hall before spinning, “You’re welcome.”

We all watch her go and I’m not sure what to think. I mean, I have a pretty decent cock, definitely got good girth, if I do say so myself, so hopefully it’s satisfactory. But shit, I never thought women thought about cocks like that. What else do they think about?

“Yo, man, you OK?” Savage asks, snapping his fingers in my direction. “I wouldn’t worry about the state of your junk. First you gotta impress her enough to even want to see your junk,” he grins.

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