Page 104 of Waiting for Redemption

“Yep. All good here,” I yell, making him stop right in front of his vehicle.

“Alright. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t broken down or anything.” He has a confused look on his face as he places both of his hands on his hips.

“Nice bike. Is it yours?”

“Nope. It’s myhusband’s,” I tell him quickly, the last word coming out unsteady as Tank edges me closer to my release. I think Tank likes it when I call himhusbandbecause he starts going down on me at a pace that has me seconds away from having an orgasm in front of a total stranger.

“Oh, gotcha. He know you have it out here?” The guy chuckles at his own ridiculous joke.

“Yes, yes,yes!” I scream, pulling on Tank’s hair, letting my head fall back as he sends me so far over the edge he has to hold my legs steady so they don’t give out on me.

“Umm. Are you sure you’re okay?” the guy asks, soundingveryconcerned and not the least bit enlightened as to what just happened. Tank lets me enjoy every second of my orgasm before he slides his fingers out of me, licking them clean and sliding my shorts back up my legs before standing up.

“I’d say she’s better than okay. Right, Honey?” He wipes my wetness from his beard, and when I steal a glance over my shoulder at the guy he looks absolutelymortified.

“Oh. Oh shit. Oh my god. Sorry. I uh… I’m so sorry,” the guy stammers, backing up to his car.

“Didn’t bother us none, pal.” Tank smirks and waves as the guy goes screeching off down the road.

“Tate Landry!” I swat his arm, making him laugh.

“Whoa, hey. Don’t use my government name. That was hilarious.” I shake my head in disapproval, dropping my head in my hands.

“Oh no, you got your jeans all dirty.” I point out, making him shrug with another small laugh.

“Baby, no amount of dirt could keep me from getting on my knees for you,” he says, wrapping me in his arms. “You down for a little adventure?” he asks, piquing my interest.

“Somethingmoreadventurous than a roadside orgasm in front of a stranger?” I say sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

“Maybe not, but I was thinking we should hit up a tattoo parlor.” My eyes narrow on him skeptically.

“For you or for me?”

“Can’t do one without the other,” he says in a knowing tone, leaving me completely in the dark. “What do you say, wife?”

“I say, let’s go, husband.” He smiles down at me before picking me up and kissing me in a way that leaves me dizzy before we jump back on the bike and speed down the road.

When we pull up toAfter Dark InkI start to grow more excited because it’s beenforeversince I got a tattoo.

“Tank, my man. Long time no see,” the guy behind the counter says, greeting Tank with the well-known handshake-to-hug combo.

“Way too long, my man.” Tank shakes his head in agreement.

“What can I do for you?”

“Well, Bruce, I need a couple of tattoos for me and my wife.” My cheeks heat at him calling me his wife to someone else. Though withthatvoice he could probably call me a teapot and I’d melt.

“Right this way.” He leads us to the back letting us sit right next to each other while Tank talks in hushed tones with Bruce and another artist whose name I learn is Izzy. All I can see is Tank flipping his hand around before Izzy comes to sit down by me.

“Do I get to know what I’m getting permanently inked onto my body?” I ask, glancing over at Tank.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, giving me that devilish grin that I love. I hesitate for a moment and when I don’t answer right away he raises a brow at me.

“Of course I do.” I roll my eyes as I lean back in the seat.

“Give me your ring.” He waves two fingers at me, making me frown at him. I do as he says and he slips it onto my other hand. “Don’t worry, this is only temporary.”

The tattoo artists pay us no mind as they disinfect both of our hands and get to work. Bruce gets done with Tank’s first and asks for his stamp of approval. I look up at Tank’s face and notice that whatever he has, hereallylikes it.

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