Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) (15 page)

“Say it, Annie.” He demanded
, again his hands stripping her out of her shirt. His mouth closed around her breast which was still incased in her lacey red bra. Annie moaned, arching into his mouth, needing more. He nipped her, his tongue circled her nipple. He moved his other hand to her hip, slowing pushing her onto the bed, following her down.

Tank sucked her nipple into his mouth, needing to be inside her so bad he could barely breathe. One hand cupped her breast, while his other slid down to remove her jeans. He was on fire, his need was a burning
ache in his gut. He moved to her other breast sucking it into his mouth feeling her arch into him again, he took the rosy tip into his mouth. His teeth scored the delicate bud, and he sucked hard, hearing her mewl in pleasure. Fuck, she was sexy. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure, but first he needed her to promise never to race again. He couldn’t stand her being in danger. It made him crazy.

The whole ride to the race track had been filled with nightmare images of what could happen to her.
He’d almost died when she’d barely made it around that last corner. He felt her hands clutching his hair, and pulled back kissing his way to her mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth meeting hers. Their tongues thrust and parried, he felt her pulling at his cut. He pulled back enough to remove it and his shirt, throwing them to the floor. He fell back into her, taking her mouth again. She moaned, arching into him pressing her firm breasts against his chest, making him groan with the need that filled his balls. Her hands roamed over his back, clutching him.

Annie was on fire
, her body ached and she shuddered in need. Damn, this man made her want to stay naked in his bed, constantly. She moaned again, and Tank’s hands began to remove her bra, his hands cupping her breasts, his teeth nipped at her lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips, she withered against him. Feeling the hard ridge of his cock against her needy core. He growled, jerking on her jeans, trying to get them off. They’d been undone from his earlier attempt to remove them, but now he was serious and they were off in seconds, hitting the floor with a loud thump. His hand plunged between her legs, pushing aside her soaked panties. She felt two of his fingers enter her, roughly. Moaning, her hips lifting to follow his fingers as he pulled them out, needing release.

Tank’s lips slid down her neck, kissing and nipping. He found her favorite spot and sucked, ma
king her need clench inside her, and she let out a desperate gasp. She needed him, now. Only when she tried to help him remove his own jeans, his hand stopped hers. He pushed his fingers inside her. Fisting a hand in her red hair, watching as she gripped his fingers, which moved inside her. She tried again to pull at his jeans, she mewled when he refused to allow it.

“No,” Tank didn’t say anything else
, he just pulled his fingers from her and began sliding down her body. Annie growled, that wasn’t what she needed.

“I want you inside me.” Annie whispered.

“No.” He said again, then lowered his mouth to the burning flesh between her legs. His tongue thrust inside her, at the same time his fingers flicked her clit. Fuck, that felt so good, she thought, clinging to his hair, her body arching towards him as she let out a pained moan. She was so close, but he stopped, lifting his head. Annie cried out.

“Please.” She desperately begged.

“Say it. Tell me.” Tank demanded. Staring at her, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed to consume him.

Annie was confused, what the hell was the man talking about. He could not expect her to think on the brink of orgasm, could he? Only looking at him staring up her body from between her legs, which trembled in need, she knew he did. What was she supposed to be telling him, she wondered racking her brain.

“Annie, tell me. No more racing. Promise.” He demanded, again. Then lowered his mouth to her wet core, making her whimper.

Oh that, he wanted her to say that. Nope, she wasn’t making that promise
, she told herself. He lifted his head his eyes meeting hers with a silent demand. She shook her head, she heard him snarl, and then he went back to work. His fingers joining his tongue, he held her hips to the bed, his other hand sliding up to begin pinching lightly at her nipple. She cried out, feeling her body clench around his invading fingers. She needed to come so bad, but as she neared that drop off into bliss again, he stopped. He looked up at her with his fingers poised at her entrance, his other hand cupping her breast, and his mouth hovering so close to her needy center.

“Promise.”

“No…Tank, please.” Annie almost lost her mind when he held her down. He wouldn’t allow her own fingers, which she’d tried to place on her clit to get herself off near her burning entrance. Feeling her blood thundering in her ears, she looked down at Tank, who watched her

“No. Promise, and I will let you come.”

Tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, she whimpered. Tank knew that she needed another minute to cool down before he began working her hot little clit again, he watched her. He’d let her come this time he decided. Then he’d start the real torture. He took her clit into his mouth sucking, swirling his fingers inside her, and his tongue swirled her clit. She screamed, and her body clenched on his fingers, that’s it baby, he thought, wanting to roar in satisfaction. Fuck, looking up at her, he watched her head thrust from side to side, and her hips jerked towards his mouth. It was sexy as fuck and made his dick twitch becoming impossibly harder. Hell, if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode in his pants like a fucking school boy.

“That’s it baby, come.”
He told her, still watching her come apart.

Annie wasn’t sure what had just happened. Her body had never some so hard.
When she finally floated back down to earth, she moaned, feeling his dick sliding against her folds. She whimpered, needing that hardness she felt hovering over her inside her, now. Pulling on his shoulders, she tried to wrap her legs around his hips. He moved away, not allowing her any control over their bodies.

“Annie, you know what you have to say.” He rumbled against her neck, kissing her.
His tongue laving the side of her neck

“No, no…I need…I ne…” Annie panted
, her breaths coming in short gasps.

“I know what you need, baby. But I need a promise.”
Tank rubbed the head of his dick against her entrance, entering her only the tiniest bit.

“Fine, y-you big
fu-fucking bas-bastard. I promise.” Annie screamed in his ear, unable to stand not having him inside her, for another moment.

“Such a potty mouth, baby.” He moaned, as he slid his thick cock into her with a rough thrust. Then his hips were slamming into her
s, while they both grunted and moaned in an animalistic need to mate. Her body was clenching on him so hard, he thought he’d come before he could get her off. He tried desperately to hold back, grunting as he pounded into her. Needing to make her come one last time.

He was seconds away from orgasm when she cried out
, screaming his name as she came apart beneath him.

“Thank, fuck.” He breathed
, before exploding in an orgasm so good he nearly passed out. He collapsed on top of her, unable to move for several moments, even knowing he must be crushing her.

When he was finally able to move, he rolled to the side and pulled her on top of him. He grunted when she limply nipped at his chin. He ran a hand down her back, loving the feel of her skin beneath his hands. He really loved this woman, he realized. He’d known he would standing on the side of the road two weeks ago, but he hadn’t understood what it would mean. He’d been
looking for this connection. The connection he felt to Annie, for years. Only he’d despaired of finding it, he’d thought about settling for a woman he could stand only days before. But holding her, he knew that it never would have been enough, and thinking of meeting her and never being able to act on it because he was already committed to another woman made him shudder in distaste.

Feeling Tank shudder beside her
, she lifted her head, “What’s wrong.” She asked surprised that she felt panic entering her heart. Did he regret their closeness? Was he worried about the secrets she was going to have to tell him, she wondered.

“Nothing, I just thought of never having met you.” He told her
, kissing her sweat dampened forehead.

Annie’s smile at that revelation hit him square in the chest
,making it clench in an odd way
.
He knew even as he held her that she wasn’t giving up racing any more than he was giving up his guns, and that made him want to lock her up in his basement to keep her safe. Or maybe tied to his bed, he thought, hummm…now that idea had potential.

“What are you think
ing, cause whatever it is, it’s not happening, Tank.” Annie grumbled.

Tank shifted looking at her,
she’d pushed herself up on her elbows resting on his chest. “What are you talking about?” He questioned, innocently.

“Ha, you did not pull that off! That look had crazy written all over it, and whatever it was had to be something along the lines of tying me up somewhere, so that I don’t get into trouble. I’ve seen that look before. I am not your property.” Annie told him, glaring at him.

“You are most defiantly my property, sweetheart.” Tank told her with a look she knew was meant to curb any objections she might have. “But I won’t lock you in a basement or tie you to the bed, even if it would be easier. Well, I might tie you to the bed…but only for a little while.” He grinned wickedly, letting that statement trail off. The man was too sexy for his own good, she thought, dread filling her. She needed to tell him about her mother. She wished that they didn’t have to have this conversation, she was scared that after she told him he wouldn’t want her anymore.

Most of the time when she told people who her mother was it went one of two ways. They were both disgusted and fearful, or they were clamoring to meet her
mother thinking that they could use Annie to get whatever they wanted from her. It was almost always the same. The only person she could remember finding out and not reacting that way, was Katie and that was likely why she was friends with the younger woman.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart.” Tank asked
, cupping her face. He wasn’t at all happy about the sour look on her face. She looked like she was being led to her death. That didn’t make him happy right after he’d made love to her.

“You don’t have to keep your promise, just tell me that it won’t happen often, please. It took ten years off my life watching you tonight.” He buried his face in her hair
, squeezing her tightly.

“Aw…that’s sweet, but I wasn’t upset over that. I was thinking about what I have to tell you about the run. I have to call my mother and set up
the van drop tomorrow. I’m afraid to tell you about her.” Annie confessed, wishing that she didn’t have to tell him, but knew that if she wanted a relationship with this man she need to be completely honest with him. No more secrets. Jeez, she really hated her mother in that moment. Well, she didn’t like her much, anyway.

Annie tried to shift away from him, but Tank’s arms tightened and he wouldn’t allow her to move away from him.
She was nervous about telling him. She’d never known anyone who meant more to her and the thought that when she told him he might change the way he treated her made her want to cry. But her mother didn’t raise a wuss, she told herself sternly. She looked at him, taking in the slight frown that covered his face.

“So, about the drop…” Sh
e let her voice trail off, looking away from him. She knew that just telling him quick, like ripping off the band aid was the best plan, but she was scared.

“What about it
, sweetheart? Whatever it is we can handle it. It will be okay.” Tank told her, his hand running up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

“You’re looking for Looney Louie, right?” She asked.

“How do you know about that?” Tank asked, his hand stilling on her back.

“I heard you in the kitchen the other day. You were talking with Tiny and Bone about finding Looney Louie.” She looked at him, and his hand began to move on her back again. Tank wondered where this was going. She’d said she’d tell him about the van, but she seemed to be avoiding it instead
. He wanted to sigh, damned woman was more skittish than anyone he’d ever met.

“So, um yeah, that’s my mother.” She spit out in a voice that said she wasn’t really happy about having to say those words.

“I’m confused. Looney Louie is an arms dealer. So, who’s you mother?” Tank asked, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

“
Louie is my mother, Tank,” Annie told him then rushed on to assure him in a shaky voice. “Louise Calder, aka Looney Louie. I know she’s not selling to the Jackal’s. I know that for a fact, she hates them ever since….” Tank couldn’t wrap his head around what she’d just said. Looney Louie was a woman, and she was Annie’s mother. What the fuck? He interrupted whatever else she was going to say, trying to understand what the hell was going on.

“Wait, your mother’s the arms dealer we’ve been looking for?” He demanded, his eyes narrowing.