Page 53 of Tank

“Another brother bites the dust,” Fox laments, shaking his head.

Mira lets out a huff and speeds up her shuffling, her grip on my cut dragging me backwards in tiny increments because I’m a big, heavy fucker.

“Rev Room brother?” Marx asks, lips twitching.

“I think I’ll sit this one out Pres.”

“Fair enough. Have a good night.” He nods once. “You have a good night too, Mira,” he calls loudly.

Mira lets out a meep and scurries down the hall, leaving me to chuckle at her plump ass running away from me.

Mira

I race down the hall, burst into Tyson’s room and throw myself on the bed. The thought of suffocation rolls through my mind but then I remember that I want to live a long, healthy life with the man who said he loves me so my self preservation kicks in and I make a little breathing hole. Although I do lament the fact that I don’t have a blowhole. That would make this wallowing a little easier.

A warm hand lands on my back and Tyson does that thing where he pets me like I’m a massive cat. “You alright babe? You know there’s nothing to be embarrassed of, right? Rhodie and Chewy are always eating each other’s faces. So are the other couples. It’s no big deal.”

I roll my face sideways on the covers so one eye can peer up at his stupid handsome face. “I just didn’t realize we were hard launching anything. Or that we even were anything. I’m me, andyou’re you, all perfect and hard and strong and silent and that jawline, I swear to god that jawline could cut cheese. Argh!”

Tyson gathers his thoughts a moment, then I feel his large hands under my armpits and in one swift move he scoops me up and plops me sitting up on the bed. “Alright, there’s a couple of things in that sentence that we need to address. First off, this is most definitely something. Or at least I hope it is. Do, um, do you want it to be something?”

“God yes! So much that it makes my heart feel like it’s beating out of my chest every time I see you. Which is all the time because my eyes find you as soon as you walk in. It’s like I can’t help but seek you out.” I blow out a breath and peek at him.

He’s beaming at me with his stupidly hot smile. “Well, that’s good seeing as I hard launched us, as you called it.” he runs a finger down my cheek. “Good, that’s sorted. Which brings me to my next point. The way you think about me is the same way I think about you. You’re perfect and loud and fun and curvy and so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away. The way you seek me out is the same way I seek you out. I know when you’re in a room because my heart settles, as if it knows my other half is near.”

I blink the moisture from my eyes, trying not to sob with happiness, fear still gripping me. “What if you get sick of me? Get sick of my voice and my chaos? What if I’m not enough for you? We’re polar opposites!”

“Yeah, we are. But I also know, in here,” He taps his giant fist to his chest, “That you, my beautiful hurricane, are my perfect counterpoint. The other half to my soul. The part of me that is outgoing and funny and light and bright, that part of me is in you.”

He smiles gently as I cup his face, pressing a kiss to my palm before leaning into it. I listen to him, as I always have, and let my fears fall away. “You, Tyson, are the other half of me. Thecalm, quiet, steady half of me.” I lick my dry lips, swallowing and making sure I have his full attention. “I love you.”

His lips crash into mine, nipping and sipping, licking and tasting, devouring me and my words. His hands gently push through my curls, cupping the back of my head, tilting me at just the perfect angle for him, for us. I grind up against him, the hips circling with need. I’m not even sure how we ended up with me on my back, Tyson between my splayed legs but I’m not complaining. I need this man, like I need air.

My hands explore his thick body, the heat of his skin almost scorching as I run my hands up under his clothing trying to get his shirt off. Without taking his lips off me he leans back, first divesting himself of his cut, then breaking our contact long enough to grip his shirt behind his neck and tug it off. Fuck that’s hot! That’s right Nana, I had to say it. No other words would suffice.

Taking his lead I quickly and unsexily strip off my shirt and bra, then grab him and pull him on top of me, wanting to feel him, skin to skin.

“Fuck baby, you’re so soft, so sweet, so fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he kisses down the column of my neck. I angle my head to give him more access, nipping at the skin of his shoulder when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

My hussy hips are grinding against his denim clad length and I whimper with need.

“I’ve got you, I’ve always got you,” Tyson pops the button on my jeans, pulls the zipper down excruciatingly slowly and then grips the waistband of my jeans, ready to tug them down.

“Tank!” A hard bang on the door jolts me out of my sex haze. “Need you brother!”

“No no no no!” I sob, “I was this close to having a real life man inside my vajayjay! Go away whoever you are!”

“Ahhh sorry?”

Knowing that they won’t go away and now I wont find my peak I let myself flop backwards, Tyson rolling onto his back beside me. I whine, my body in a fog of unorgasmed lust, my core on fire and clenching for something that I can’t have. I want to beat my fists on the bed, but that isn’t a very grown woman thing to do, so instead I pout.

Tyson lets out a rough growl and then jackknifes up distracting me from my thoughts because who can even do that from lying flat? Not me, that’s for sure.

“Sorry baby, I know you are hurting for me, but duty calls,” He presses a rough kiss to my lips and gets to his feet, pulling on his shirt and cut, shoving his rainbow covered toes into his boots.

I huff out a sigh and pull on a top, whispering an apology to my girls. They’re sad they’re not out in the open having fun with Tyson anymore.

“Tank! We got trouble!”

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