Once he was fully inside her, he began to pump his hips with force, slamming into her as his
fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her ass.
His hands reached around to cup her tits, his thumbs moving back and forth against the pointed buds. Her breasts heaved against his hands each time he shoved inside her.
“It feels so damn good,” she groaned as she met his thrusts.
He raised his hand and landed a slap on her butt and pushed forward, pinning her further down into the mattress while pounding her harder; her guttural whimpers drove him on.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, keeping up the pace.
“Shit … I’m close,” she said.
Her pussy started to flutter around him, her thighs shook harder than ever, and he saw her hands clench the sheets as she cried out. He bit back a shout of his own as the base of his spine tightened. He gripped her harder—knowing that her delicate flesh would bear his mark—and pushed her butt higher to intensify the angle, then pummeled even deeper inside her.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her backward, wanting to look into her face as the pressure in his balls escalated. Chestnut brown eyes met his as he took all of her in: matted hair, reddened lips, glowing skin. With his gaze still locked on hers, his whole body tensed then he shuddered his release, her walls spasming around him.
“Fuck, Lena,” he growled.
Tank rubbed his hands over her soft ass as he tried to steady his breathing. She quivered beneath his touch and collapsed on the bed. He lowered his head and trailed soft kisses from her lower back up to her neck, then he pulled out of her, disposed of the sheath, and lay down beside her. He wrapped her in his arms, burying his face into her hair. She pressed closer against him as though trying to sink into his chest.
“We’re good together, woman,” he whispered.
“I know,” she said drowsily.
He reached down and pulled a light blanket over them, then stared up at the ceiling. It had been a long time since he’d had any feelings other than lust for a woman. He knew he would never get enough of her. He could already feel his body stirring, reacting to the mere thought of her.
There was no doubt about it—he was addicted to her.
Lena
Tank kicked the bike to life and it lunged forward. With a strangled cry, Lena wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her breasts crushed against his broad back, her thighs gripping him intimately.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “You’re going to take it slow, right?”
“No worries. I got your back, baby.”
“What about the rest of me?” she asked, picturing her mangled body on the side of the road.
He laughed. “You’re fuckin’ cute.”
The bike soared ahead, and the wind beat against her. Riding on the back of the Harley while
clinging for dear life to Tank was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The vibrations of the bike tingled through her, and she shifted in the seat, enjoying the sensations.
Once they were out of town, she began to relax, taking the opportunity to get lost in the moment, to absorb what Tank loved so much about riding.
The ocean air felt warm on her face, and the roiling water below sparkled under the sunlight. They were riding on Pacifica Road, following it along the long stretch of beaches until climbing up and around the cliffs, and then looping back from there. The vistas from the motorcycle were spectacular without any enclosed metal obscuring them. She’d driven several of the coast roads before, but nothing matched the breathtaking beauty of seeing it again from the motorcycle. It was as if she’d stepped into a photograph.
Lena rested her head against Tank’s shoulder and squeezed him tight, giggling like a smitten schoolgirl.
For the past three days, they’d played hooky from their respective businesses, and she was having the time of her life. Since she’d opened the restaurant, she’d only taken a few half-days off, but they were only for errands or dentist appointments—nothing fun or exciting. But with Tank in her life, everything seemed new and exhilarating. For the first time since the plane crash, she felt alive, and he was instrumental in that. Tank was the last man she ever thought she’d be in a relationship with, but he swept her off her feet when she’d least expected it, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
When he’d come over to her condo several days before, she’d been thrilled to see him, but she played it cool. And when she’d scrolled though his phone and saw all the missed calls from Ms. Spoiled Bitch, she felt stupid at her jealousy and insecurity, especially when he’d told her about his ex-wife. The last thing she wanted was to remind him of his ex. Lena laughed. Yeah, there’s no way that’s going to happen.
Since they’d made up, they’d been inseparable, and she loved every second of it. Of course, she’d gone through the “it’s too soon to fall this hard,” and the “you’ve only known him for a short time.” But as Fe had pointed out to her, several of their friends had married men they’d dated for a long time, who were now divorced. The important thing was that the connection she felt to him went deeper than just attraction. When she’d met him for the first time, she felt a strong pull to him, but she’d fought it. Tank kept telling her it was fate, and she was inclined to believe him.
Pulling off the road, Tank brought the bike to a stop. Climbing off, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
“How’d you like it?” he asked.
“It was the best! At first, I was terrified, but then I just let go.”
“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, babe.” He swatted her butt. “I’ll always have your back.”
The heat in his eyes connected with something feral, something wild inside of her. She threw her arms around his neck and fused her mouth on his. The kiss was savage and arrhythmic, passionate. Pushing her down on the sand, he hovered over her, his body pressing against hers, rubbing her in all the right places. When he unbuttoned her shorts, she stiffened.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“We’re in a public place.”
“So?” he murmured against her lips.
“I don’t want anyone seeing us.”
His hand slid under her shirt. “No one’s around.”
“You’d be surprised. Besides, we’re not on a blanket, and there’s nothing but sand under us. The idea of it is romantic and sexy, but the reality is, I’ll probably end up at the doctor’s office for a vaginal infection. I’ll bet anything I already have gum in my hair.”
Laughing, Tank moved to the side. “Gum? Where the hell did that come from?”
“Ask any girl who’s made out on the beach and she’ll tell you, she got a wad of gum in her hair. It’s inevitable.”
He tapped her nose. “You’re kooky.”
Lena sat up and ran her hand through the back of her hair, then stopped when she felt something sticky. “I knew it!” She grabbed his hand. “Feel this.”
Amazement crossed over his face when he put his fingers in her hair. “Fuck, that’s just weird. How do you get it out?”
“Peanut butter or olive oil, but it’s a pain in the ass. Depending on where it’s at, I may just cut it out. That’s what I did when I was in high school.”