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Tank

H oly fuck she’s perfect. She’s tight and wet and soft and the way she’s looking at me has my chest tightening and my balls pulled up ready to blow. I hold myself deep inside her, marveling at how well her little pussy takes me. She whines and circles her hips, my eyes rolling back into my head over how good she feels.

Her soft hands cup my face and she squeezes, hard. “You need to move,” she says through clenched teeth, “I can’t take the teasing Tyson. I need you to make love to me and fill me up.” I stare down at my (not so) innocent virgin. “MOVE!”

At her command my hips pull out and piston in hard, my balls slapping her ass and we both groan long and loud. “Yes! Like that, just like that! I want more!”

Her hands grip my ass, her nails digging in as she tries to force me in and out of her, her greedy hips thrusting up and down. I roll us onto my back, my baby wants to fuck me, then she can. She looks down at me with wide eyes. “Ride me babe. Fuck me, make love to me, use me to find your peak.” She doesn’t move so I pinch her clit, her eyelids flutter and her head rolls back on her shoulders.

Mira circles her hips, then leans forward, and back, testing the waters. Before long my blonde beauty is riding my cock like a fucking pro, her beautiful big tits bouncing, and all I can do is hold on, my hands wrapped around her soft hips, helping guide her.

“Tys, ah Tyson, I’m so close, so close,” she whines and I know I need to help her find what her hips are trying hard to seek out.

I grip the back of her neck and pull her forward, smashing her large tits between us. Gripping her ass I hold her steady as I power into her from below, fucking her harder and harder as she cries into my shoulder, letting out a guttural moan before she starts shaking, her pussy milking the cum out of my body in wave after wave of absolute ecstasy.

Our harsh breathing is all that can be heard, Mira’s whimpers lessening as the aftershocks from her pussy subside. She goes limp in my arms and I hold her to me as if she’s the most precious thing in this world. Because she is.

* * *

“Mhpmhh, no more Doll, you’re goddamned insatiable,” I mumble, rolling to pull my woman into my arms to hopefully get a little more rest. After that first time we made love, we reached for each other three more times in the night, wanting to be closer.

“And you’re getting old.”

I spring up in bed, making sure my junk is covered. “Fuck Judge,” I look around and notice there isn’t a blonde beauty in my bed.

“She’s in the common room eating bacon. Pres wants everyone assembled.” He nods once, then stomps out of my room.

I’m gonna spank her plump ass, sneaking out of my bed like that. For a moment there my heart dropped into my ass when I realized she wasn’t there, all those old fears I had as a kid, that I wasn’t enough to keep my parents around, flooded over me for a second, and then settled because I know I’m enough for Mira. I know I am because there will never be a moment in time where I don’t provide her with all she needs to be healthy, happy and whole.

I have the quickest, coldest shower ever, pull on some clothes and make my way into the common room, my boots clomping down the hall from where I never tied them. The smell of bacon wafts my way and I can see how Mira was lured from my bed.

Reaching the mouth of the hall my gaze zeroes in on my woman, and if she can feel my eyes on her, she turns, beaming at me when she sees me. I beeline my way toward her, dropping a kiss onto her lips., “Mmmm, morning beautiful.” I lick my lips, a little salty from her breakfast.

“Morning stud!” she grins.

“You can wipe that smile off your face, letting me wake up with Judge’s ugly face in my grill.”

Her eyes go huge and then she throws back her head in laughter. “Aw, I’m sorry, I just needed food, I gotta keep up my strength you know.” She gives me a slow wink and she’s so fucking cute I press a kiss to her temple, deciding I’ll let her off the hook. This time.

Marx lets out one of his ear piercing whistles, drawing all our attention to our Pres, looking a fuckload better than he did last night.

“Last night I behaved poorly. It’s been a long time since I’ve lost a brother in arms, and last night Jimmy came fucking close because of a bad call on my part. We’re fucking lucky that he’s a tough son of a bitch, but I’m going to do my best to make sure we aren’t in that position again.” He looks around the room, eyes landing on every one of us. Not just my brothers, but our extended family, the Tombs, and the Landrys. “We are not a brotherhood. We are a family, each and every one of us, and we have each other’s backs. I forgot that when I freaked out and left you all hanging. I’ll never fucking do that again. I got a good talking to last night that gave me a swift kick in the ass to get my shit together. Lovely?” Marx searches the room until he finds Lovely, “Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “And I’m sorry.”

“Wait, what the hell are you sorry for? What the fuck did you do to our little sister?” Vic growls, rising to stand.

“Vic, it’s fine. Emotions were high last night.” Lovely lays a hand on her brother’s arm. He looks down at her and nods, moving to sit. “Thank you Marx, I accept your apology,” she smiles.

Pres nods curtly and then clears his throat. “Right. Good. Landrys welcome back. Sorry we lost track of your sister yesterday.”

“Bah, don’t worry. She does that shit all the time.” Dom, I think it is, waves a hand at Marx. His attitude as unbothered as the Tombs’ when they found out Chewy was gone.

I guess if you have sisters like them you get used to their behavior.

“Regardless, we’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again,”

“Good fucking luck,” Gus mutters under his breath, ignoring the look that Marx shoots him.

“Before last night turned to shit, we were in the middle of questioning the Orc guy. Chewy, what did you find? What’s the connection between him and this Big D fucker?”

“Marx, I thought you’d never ask! Morc doesn’t have any real type of connection to Big D other than the woman paying him went to Big D for information. On DRMC.”

Cursing sounds out around the room. Everyone knowing full well that Whitney was the longest running bunny we had, she knows shit.

“Any reason why this woman wanted that info?” Savage asks.

“She found out Mira was spending time here working on her book. For some reason she didn’t like that. He also said she was pissed that Mira was ignoring the gifts she had been leaving for her at her home. Not the organs, the little things.”

“The gnomes,” Mira whispers under her breath. “His boss is the one leaving gnomes in my yard?” she asks louder.

Chewy nods. “Apparently. I’m guessing you weren’t a fan?”

“I was confused. I thought I was being gnomed.” She rolls her eyes and then leans her head on my shoulder.

“Gnomed?” Rider asks with a confused look on his face.

“It’s a thing,” Remy answers, “Probably the least gross thing on the dark web. You can subscribe to have gnomes turn up at people’s houses. For a fee, of course.”

“People are so fucking weird,” Dex grouses.

Marx turns his attention to Chewy again. “Got the name of his boss?”

“No sir. Got close but he up and died on me before we finished the interrogation,” Chewy says with a disgusted look on his face.

“The big fuckers always tap out early. He may be able to pump all the weights in the world but all it took was Chewy to remove that Batman outta his ass and boom! Out like a light. I think he had liver damage too. Stay away from anabolic steroids kids,” Pops says, taking a sip of his coffee and swallowing it down, finishing with a loud, “Ahhhhh”.

A soft hand lands on my lap, drawing my attention away from Pops and his granddaughter. “I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“The reason I was warned off the Tombs family. They’re kinda different huh?”

I snort, “That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, I kinda love them,” she beams at me and I can feel my ass tighten at her words.

Shit.

Mira

This whole workshopping thing the DRMC are doing, putting all the pieces together is fascinating. So fascinating in fact that it’s almost taken my mind off the ache in my underpants. A good ache, but an ache nonetheless. Last night was whooooweee! Tyson was amazing. The way his body moved, the noises he made, the things he whispered in my ear, both dirty and sweet, it was perfect.

“Fuck,” Marx growls, pulling my attention back to the ideas being thrown around.

“So, let me get this straight as we’ve come in late to this. On one hand, you have an ex bunny and this Big D guy trying to frame your men and generally being annoying dipshits,” one of Blanche’s brothers says. I don’t know which one. They all look very similar. If they were book characters they would be three triplet mountain men who are so close that they want their one true love to be a woman they all share. Oh, whoops, he’s still talking. Focus Mira! This is about you! “On the other hand, you have this writer lady,” I wave, “and she’s being stalked by a female fan, leaving gifts which range from gnomes to body parts.”

“Yup, that’s about right,” Rider says.

“And yesterday, those two worlds collided when the guy who delivered the livers to the florist was seen at the mall with the dipshits.” Blanche’s other brother finishes off.

Marx nods at their summation and when you put it like that, it sounds less confusing. But only slightly.

“Chewy, your guest say whether he had contact with Whitney or Big D prior to meeting them at the mall yesterday?”

“Nope. Whoever is paying him was their contact. Yesterday was the first day he had met them. They were gonna point out Mira’s new friends and his job was to kidnap one or more of us.”

The thought that this person purposely went to this criminal man, to find out about the MC and then follow me and try to kidnap my new friends makes me feel sick to my stomach. Like what the heck man? What if it wasn’t Chewy and Blanche that he kidnapped? What if it was Lovely? I feel sick. These women are my friends!

“Stop, Mira. It’s not your fault.” Lovely’s hand lands on mine.

Chewy stares at me for a split second, scoffing, “Of course it’s not your fault. It’s your crazy fan’s fault. And you don’t have to feel guilty about the whole kidnapping thing. We got ourselves kidnapped on purpose.”

“You fucking what?” Rhodie growls.

“I did it on purpose. You don’t seriously believe I’d be dumb enough and feeble enough to actually be kidnapped, do you?” Chewy squints at him.

“Well, no. You’re too perfect for that.”

Rider rolls his eyes and pretends to gag.

“You know what I don’t get? Why the hell would a woman send her favorite author gifts and then go so far as to seek information on us when she finds out that Mira is here, and THEN pay someone to kidnap our Ol Ladies? Why would anyone do that? What’s their motive?” Fox says, looking around the room.

We all sit deep in thought, mulling it over.

Finally, Tyson’s deep voice breaks the silence, “She’s in love with you.” All eyes are on him, his blue eyes astute as he thinks through his words. “She sends you gifts, like a secret admirer. She watches you, that’s how she knew you were here. Then you started spending more time at the clubhouse and she needed to know who we are and what you’re doing here.”

“And she goes to Big D to find out,” Wire says, following Tyson’s train of thought.

Tyson nods. “She saw you had people around you, new girlfriends, people who took your attention away from her.”

“She’s jealous,” I whisper.

“She wants you to herself, Doll.” His hand finds mine and squeezes, grounding me, keeping me here with him and not running screaming into the streets ready to pack up all my stuff and head to an undisclosed location.

“What do I do?” I look up at him.

“What do we do, Mira,” Flack says.

We all look to Marx, who takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “Wire, get me Big D’s address. Seems he’s the only one who knows who this woman is.”

Rhodie smiles a hella creepy smile. The kind I write my villains with. “We do owe him a little visit, what with the whole Jimmy thing.”

“That we do brother.”

The men all look at each other, the MC men somehow using their eyeballs to communicate with the Tombs and Landrys who all nod at the same time. It’s impressive AND creepy.

“Chewy, I may need your skills, if it’s alright with your Ol Man.” Marx eyes up his blood brother.

“Oh if you say yes we can do butt stuff when we get back,” Chewy says, loudly. In front of everyone.

Rhodie’s eyes light up for a moment then narrow,. “Yours or mine?”

Chewy shrugs, “Depends where the wind takes us.”

Ew. That’s the worst double entendre ever.

Flack lets out a guffaw and I curse my inner monologue. Or lack thereof. Rhodie gives his brother a chin lift which I guess is a manly nod.

Marx returns it, barking, “Roll out in ten.”

“Doll, look at me.” Tyson gently guides my face with a hand on my cheek until my eyes lock onto his. “We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. We got you, OK?” I press a kiss to his lips.

“Of course you do. Also, how damn awesome were you just then? Like a big, blonde delicious detective, deducing all the stuff. That’s why people shouldn’t underestimate the quiet ones, they’re the ones that see all the things. I’m sooooo stinking proud that my man has such a good detective brain. Add that to that jawline and whooooweee!”

“I think you only love me for my jawline.”

“Nah, I love you for the Tank in your pants too.” I waggle my brows and he bursts into laughter, tugging me close, wrapping his big arms around me.

“Love you, Doll. I’ll be back before you know it.” He drops a kiss to my head and gives me one last squeeze.

“Love ya lots like jelly tots.”