Page 56 of Tank

“What? He’s the worst police officer in the world! He would have let him go or something. No way. I needed answers,” Chewy answers, her face screwed up.

“I think you mean ‘we’ needed answers, babe,” Rhodie says, picking Chewy up under the arms, taking her seat and plopping her onto his lap.

“Well, yeah, but I also needed to know his obsession with Batman. It’s ridiculous for grown men to like a rich bully. Makes no sense,” she whines.

Heavy footsteps stomp down the hall and we turn to see Marx with a wide grin on his face, Switch beside him.

“The kid is gonna make it!” Switch roars, his loud foghorn voice drowned out by the cheers of everyone in the commonroom. “Bullet was a clean through and through, missed everything important. He looks like shit and it’ll be a while before he’s back up and running as before, but he’s strong and healthy and can have visitors in the morning.” He nods at everyone, the stress melting off his ruddy face. “Now someone get me a goddamn whiskey!”

The brothers all thump Switch on the back and all the tension that was hanging over the room like a cloud disappears. I’m snatched up from my place on the couch into Tyson’s arms, hugging me tightly, his face pressed into the crook of my neck.

“He’s gonna be fine Doll, thank fuck,” he breathes as I hold his head to me.

“Heads up Pres, we got Landrys incoming,” Wire calls out.

Tyson groans and I giggle. “Who are the Landrys?” I whisper into his ear.

“Blanche and Lovely’s brothers. Gator men.”

“Ah shit! Sorry Pres, I forgot to call them to say Blanche was back safe and sound,” Tav calls out just as three men who couldn’t be anything other than Blanche and Lovely’s brothers walk in.

The strength of those genes is ridiculous. Three identical looking men with black hair and short cropped beards walk in, all tall and seriously built.

“Great Zeus’s beard, these guys have to be shifters.”

“I know right!?” Nat crows, pointing my direction, cackling.

“Fuck this, we’re outta here,” Tyson says, gripping my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he strides back to our room to the cheers of everyone in the common room.

“Tyson!” I giggle. He swats my ass and I moan, wriggling a little on the stiff pipe in his pants that is nudging my clit with every step he takes.

“Soon Doll, soon Imma make you feel so good you’ll forget all about those handsome bastards out there.” He smashes his lipsto mine and I hear a door slam a split second before I’m sailing through the air and landing on a soft bed that smells like Tyson.

He stands at the foot of the bed, slowly peeling his cut off and hanging it on the chair behind him. He then moves to the side of his bed, toeing off his boots and kicking them into place next to the bathroom door, his colorful toes on display. Moving back to the foot of the bed he peels off his tshirt, throwing it somewhere behind him. Now, I’m not a fan of Magic Mike because the gyrating man strippers make me giggle, but this little strip tease? This is setting me on fire. The slow, steadiness of Tyson’s movements remind me of the man himself. Which I prefer. I meet his gaze, the heat shocking me into action. Holding his gaze I slowly remove my layers, peeling them off the same way he did until I’m completely naked on his comforter, Tyson enjoying the show so much he’s stopped stripping.

“You have too many clothes on,” I point out, and holy heck, is that my voice? When was it replaced with a husky sex worker voice?

His hands drop to the button of his jeans, he flicks it and tugs the zipper roughly, tugging them down. I’m on fire, but not enough to stop the giggles that burst forth when I get an eyeful of his sausage dog boxer shorts.

A large hand wraps around my ankle and I squeal as I’m tugged to the end of the bed.

“Are you making fun of my weiner shorts?” Tyson asks, playfully nipping at my inner thigh with his teeth.

My giggles turn into moans as he nips higher, closer to the motherland. My Batcave. No, that sounds weird. Especially after what Chewy did with that Batman- a whoosh of breath leaves me as Tyson’s tongue makes contact with my swollen clit and I jackknife up, curled around his head as he devours my tender flesh. Huh, it seems I do have the muscles for that type of impressive movement.

He suckles me and I flop back onto the bed, writhing in pure pleasure as I ride his face with wild abandon, like a champion rodeo rider and her bucking bronco.

He pulls back, releasing my pussy lips with a soft suck, “Doll, I love hearing all the thoughts in your mind, but a bucking bronco?” He raises a brow and I groan, covering my face with a pillow.

He chuckles, so close to my core that I feel the vibrations through me. He blows gently before lapping me from back to front, my legs tightening around his beautiful face.

“That’s it, Mira, I want to feel you come on my tongue and my fingers.” He slips said fingers into his mouth, laving them with his tongue before releasing them with a pop.

His moistened thick fingers slide through my folds, slicking my cream from my empty core and spreading my lips wider for his greedy mouth. The sensation of him, everywhere, licking, sucking, pressing into me causes my body to twitch and twist in his strong hands. His fingers find a place deep within and my hips buck of their own accord.

“That’s right baby, ride my fingers, make yourself come, use me to feel good, Doll,” I’m bucking harder and faster, grinding and whimpering, whining, trying to find my peak. “Fuck me just like that, good girl.”

Tyson’s deep voice crooning that I’m a good girl sets me off, which is cliche as heck but I’m beyond caring as my body tightens around his fingers, bearing down and spasming with an orgasm so mind blowing I can feel tears in my eyes as a sob escapes me and stars burst behind my eyes, my body riding the pleasure into oblivion.

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