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Tank

G reat, so we are back at square one again. There has been no movement on anything. No headway. Well, everything apart from the bubbly blonde in my lap. That seems to be progressing very nicely. A little too nicely. I’m hard as rock, my cock on an uncomfortable angle as I didn’t want it digging into the crack of her plump ass. She may write romance, or what did Remy call it, spice? Whatever it is, she may write about sexy things, but she’s still a woman I want for myself which means showing restraint and respect and not just digging my erection into her at every turn. There will be plenty of time for that once we’re on the same page. Or at the very least once some sick fuck stops sending her body parts. I can’t imagine any of this is arousing, probably quite the opposite.

“I have an idea,” Chewy says, chewing her lip, looking everywhere but at Marx.

Marx raises a brow in her direction, Rhodie giving her a pat on her ass, murmuring something in her ear.

“I say we act completely normal. Usual movements, take Tank and Nitro out of lock down or whatever laying low thing they’re doing. We act totally unbothered.” She flits her gaze around the room. “Mira, you act normal too. Do whatever random stuff you get up to, make it seem like you never got the package at all. Whoever is doing this is watching you, shit, maybe all of us. We act normal they’ll think we didn’t get the foot and get desperate.”

Pres stares at his sister-in-law then nods his agreement. “Desperate people make mistakes.”

“Yup. Then BAM! We lay a trap, catch them and torture information outta them. It’ll be beautiful.”

“Wait, don’t you mean get them help?” Mira looks at me with her big green eyes, then everyone else. “Like, this person is seriously unwell. They probably need psychiatric help or something.” She’s met with silence. “Don’t they?”

We all stare at her a moment before Nat clears her throat, “Yeah, totally.” She eyeballs all the OI Ladies who then start nodding enthusiastically in agreement with her. Blanche even going so far as to start a diatribe on the state of mental health care in this country. Tav slaps a hand over her mouth just as her lips start to twitch and her voice breaks with a giggle.

“Exactly! Definitely in need of mental health care. That poor person.” Mira then frowns to herself. “Although, Mr President, I do think we should probably kick their butt a little, I mean, they shouldn’t be desecrating people’s loved ones. That’s just wrong.”

“Noted.” Marx nods once. “Prospects, I want you to stay on the bunnies, but maybe take turns rather than pairing up. Chewy is right, we need to show it’s business as usual. Tank and Nitro, you’re back to business as usual as well. If you want to go to a bar and pickup then do so,” He nods my way and I feel Mira tense up.

“Settle down, Doll. He’s saying that for Nitro’s benefit. I’m not the type to pick up strange women in bars.”

“Just strange women you meet in holding cells?” She’s facing away from me, but I can see by the rise of her cheeks that she’s smiling.

“Didn’t you know? Criminals are hot,” I whisper in her ear, causing a shudder to go through her.

Her breathing is a little quicker, I can feel her chest rising and falling under my tight hold. “Tyson?” she breathily sighs.

“Yeah, Doll?”

“Can we go back to your room and hang out?” She twists in my arms to look at me, the tops of her cheeks a little pink. “Oh, if this whole impromptu meeting thing is over. Shoot! Should I do something about the foot? I mean it was sent to me and all,” She twists this way and that, jiggling around and I have to hold in my groan. She’s wiggled my hard cock right into the cleft between her cheeks.

I know when she feels it because her body goes ramrod straight, not moving a muscle. Shit, I’m sure I even hear her gulp. She’s silent for so long I start to get worried, gripping her by the hips to move her gently off my lap and away from my harassing cock.

The movement must have snapped her out of whatever haze she was in because she jumps up, “I have things to write about!” she loudly announces to the room. “Important things. And, and I need Tyson, Tank, to help me with it. He has experience with, um, language that will help the scene I’m writing.” She starts walking toward the mouth of the hall then spins abruptly, “It’s not an anal scene!” she yells in a shrill voice.

Everyone stares at her. Well, my brothers and the Tombs men stare at her, once one of the women cackles it starts a chain reaction of giggles. She stares at me wide-eyed, and I can’t do anything but follow her. Anywhere. Everywhere. Wherever she wants me to go, I’ll be there.

I rise up out of the couch, discreetly tuck my cock so I’m not walking past my family with a tent pitched and start to follow. First off, I let the brain in my head do the thinking, rather than the little one in my pants. “Chewy, you’ll be dispo-”

“Yup, I’ll take care of disposal. I have an idea,” She waggles her eyebrows in my direction, her line of sight on the foot. “I wonder if Elio wants to see an old foot?”

“NO!” Elio’s parents yell in unison and I take this as my cue to get out of there before I have to hear any Tombs arguments. Trust me, Tombs arguments take on a life and logic of their own.

By the time I make my way out of the common room Mira is down the far end of the hall waiting by my room door. She’s twisting her hands with a concerned look on her face until her head snaps up at the sound of my heavy footsteps. She beams at me, and before she can stop it her eyes dart to my junk, before snapping to my face, wide as hell.

“I wasn’t perving! It, it just kinda happened because out there he was all like -” She puffs her cheeks out, lips pinched as she makes a big circle with her hands, then moves them up and down like she’s jacking a huge dick. “Huge. It felt huge. Which is kinda weird because it was nestled by my butt and my butt is not small. In theory it should have seemed waaaay smaller. Miniscule even. Like when you sit on the remote but you can’t feel it there, even when someone accuses you of sitting on it and you swear black and blue that you’re not and that you’d feel it and then the accuser makes you stand so they can check and it’s right there. On the seat where you said it wasn’t.” She tips her head back to look at me and I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take her plump lips.

I nibble at them gently then leave a peck, pulling back just a moment, “I love the way all your words and thoughts spill out of these lips.” I press my lips to her again, hers curling up beneath mine in a sweet smile, a happy sigh leaving her.

We stay like this a beat longer, before Mira pulls back. “Let me in there, Tyson. I got ideas.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

Mira

Mira, play it cool. Whatever you do, do not blurt out that you’re a virgin. A 27-year-old virgin. You’ll look like a total weirdo.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, even before Tyson has shut the door behind us.

He freezes for a split second, then presses the door shut with a soft snick, turning to face me. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there, looking at me with an unreadable look on his face.

“I don’t have it because I took a celibacy pact or anything like that, I just, um, never got round to getting rid of it?” I have no idea how or why that sentence turned into a question but it did. “It’s not like I haven’t tried to lose it. I’ve tried loads of times. And I guess if we’re talking about the actual, physical virginity then that’s gone, thanks to big Ricky. So in that sense I’m not a virgin, but-” I’m cut off when Tysons big finger comes to rest on my lips. In not an attractive way either, I mean, I was mid sentence, so my top lip is a little askew and I’m sure my bottom teeth are showing.

“Doll, it’s OK. I’m not coming in here to maul you.” He smiles softly at me, removing his finger, using the same hand to gently run the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I like you. A lot. We can take this as fast or as slow or not at all. It’s your call, Mira. Got it?”

I nod, then swallow, trying to straighten out the thoughts that are zipping around in my brain. There’s too many, and yet none at all. My body is on fire. Not in a burning up way, but in an achy way.

“I want you, Tyson. So much it almost hurts. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I’m going to say something incredibly not sexy, but it feels like my crotch is on fire for you, in a good way. Not like the other night,” I let out a shudder, because what the heck even was that?

“Well, I’m glad it’s not on fire in a bad way,” Tyson’s lips twitch and I know I’m being weird, but jeez, I can’t help it. When I get nervous, things get weird.

“Good. That’s good. Great even. So, um, even though I’ve never done it with a real man, I feel like my down belows should be fine. Like no tearing or anything. They’re probably in tip-top shape really. Well, at least I hope so,” I frown down at my down belows.

Tyson’s chuckle reaches my ears, breaking through the fog. “Mira, let’s just relax. Kick our shoes off, and sit on the bed for a while. You can tell me what this great idea of yours was. And who the hell big Ricky is.”

I watch as he toes off his boots and a snort bursts out of me when I see his colorful socks. I don’t know why but I guess I was expecting those thick wool worker man socks, not bright yellow socks with little dogs all over them. He scrunches and wiggles his toes, a goofy smile on his face as he looks down.

“What? I like colorful socks,” He shrugs and then kicks his boots into position near the bathroom door, the toes just touching the wall.

I look down at my bright pink and blue sneakers then toe them off, picking them up and depositing them next to Tyson’s huge motorcycle boots. By the time I stand and turn he’s sitting on his bed, back against the headboard. He gently pats the spot next to him and I jump up, landing on my knees beside him, then getting cozy against the headboard, mirroring his position.

“Comfy?” he asks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at me.

“Very,” I nod, letting out a sigh.

“So, tell me about big Ricky.”

By the time I’ve touched on big Ricky and then regaled Tyson with stories of my childhood and all the weird and wonderful things that have happened to me throughout my life, both Tyson and I are half reclined, slumped down, my whole right side pressed up against his left.

“Wait, I still don’t understand how you managed to get a dead leg from putting your underwear on wrong,”

“Neither do I, dude.”

“You are the weirdest, most wonderful person I’ve ever crossed paths with, Doll. I’m glad they banged me up in the cell next to yours.” Tyson’s eyes shine with mirth and I take the compliment modestly.

“Yeah, I am pretty awesome,” I reply cheekily.

He chuckles and then presses a kiss to the top of my head, drawing a sigh out of me.

“I know you can’t really go into club business with me, but what’s going to happen with the old club bunnies or whatever you call them?”

Tyson lays still for a moment, working through his thoughts. I listen to his steady breathing and wait, knowing that he likes to think things through before he says them.

“I’m not sure. They all signed confidentiality agreements when they came here. Marx likes to keep things all official and above board. Their jobs were to cook and clean and they could have fun with the brothers if they wanted. They always had a choice. Anyway, they got a little jealous when the Ol Ladies started claiming brothers, and they had to be let go. Now we need to keep an eye on them to make sure they honor the contracts they signed.”

My brows pinch as I think through his words. “Are they honorable ladies? Will they keep their word?”

“I thought they were. A little possessive and all, but I thought they were good people. Now I’m not so sure.”

“The, um, the things they know, will it be big enough to sink DRMC?”

He runs his hand down his blonde stubble, “It may be enough to sink us and the Bratva.” He holds my gaze and I know that he’s asking me to keep what he’s told me to myself. Not that I have anyone to tell, but I nod sincerely at him.

“Vault.” I pretend to zip my lips, lock it and throw away the key.

He cups my face in his large rough palm, running his thumb over my lips, then tugs me closer to him until we’re a breath away from each other. We hover there and I just know he’s asking me to close the final distance, giving me the power to decide what happens next. I know what I want to happen so I press my lips to his, my body angled over his as he lays back, letting me take the lead. Well, a little of the lead. His tongue gently licks at me, drawing a moan out of me and entrance to my mouth. He tastes, licks, sucks at my tongue, the dueling becoming more and more heated.

One moment I’m hovering over him, the next I somehow find myself fully on top of his hard, thick body. My thighs are spread wide on either side of his, bearing down on that delicious erection I felt earlier. My core clenches at the thought of having him inside me. Tyson’s hands grip my hips and he works me up and down his denim clad length, letting me rub against him like a cat in heat. I’m almost there, I can feel the pressure building within me but just out of reach. I tear my lips away from Tyson’s on a whine and that’s when he rears up, tugging my top down, revealing my tight nipples, puckered in the cool air just begging for relief. Tyson sucks my left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, batting the bud with his tongue, his rough hand pinching the other.

My body feels like it’s touched a live wire, everything is zingy and jolty. My hips have a mind of their own and I desperately need something… more. The desperation must be written all over my face when I glance down at Tyson, because he stops for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to my breast.

“I’ve got you, Doll.”

He leans back on his haunches, then runs his hands over my thick belly, moving my top up as he goes until it’s all the way over my head. I lean up slightly to divest myself of my bra, his gaze drinking in each sliver of skin that gets exposed.

“You’re fucking beautiful Mira,” he runs his hand reverently down my side, stopping when he gets to the waistband of my stretchy pants, flicking his eyes to me for permission.

I nod, letting out a whine and he takes no time in stripping me of them, along with my industrial strength panties. I start to wonder if they’ve rolled themselves up in my pants only to have that thought shocked out of me when Tyson licks me from ass to clit. “Sorry Nana!” I screech in my head just before all rational thought flies out of my head and I orgasm all over Tyson’s handsome face at an embarrassingly quick pace and fall into a dreamless sleep.