Tank POV
That woman will be the death of me.
The tease.
Would I like to wash her back?
Really?
I want to do more than wash her back, and I bet she knows it.
The minx.
I was chuckling all the way to my own icy shower, which didn’t reduce my need for her.
I need a strong woman, stronger than any other woman, who graced my bed.
I took my problem in hand, stroking my length fast, harder than would be natural, as if I was trying to strangle it, maybe I was, a man’s body reaction, it’s hard to hide, and I am not exactly little, so it stands out even more. I had one hand on the wall, keeping my balance, my head resting on the wall, under the shower, water cascading down my back, all my thoughts were on Max, her toned body, her long legs, wavy hair, sparkling eyes, and well-proportioned chest. That way too sexy laugh, and that cute giggle, she was the total package.
I felt my balls contract and the tell-tale signs of eruption.
It burst out of me with such force that it made my knees buckle, and if I hadn’t had my head and hand on the wall, I would have hit the floor. My breath was short, panting, like I had just run the length of our drive, in jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. I was completely wacked.
I completed my shower and came out with the towel around my waist. I heard Zero’s voice, which sounded surprised and interested in whatever he came across, which didn’t sound right. As I reached the door, I heard Max’s voice, speaking to Zero in a plain, not interested voice.
The door flew open much faster than I had expected. I saw Max in nothing but a towel, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her being in only a towel was my fault because I removed her clothes, and I was going to take some fresh ones to her; I took my need in hand first; she was quicker than I expected, or I took longer to get myself together.
I looked at Zero as he watched Max walk over to me and lay her head on my chest. Her face hiding away, I put my arm around her protectively, and Zero looked me in the eye and nodded, a smirk on his face.
“Lucky bugger,” He said quietly, before turning away and walking towards his room.
I knew he would do nothing unless she pushed for it, and I doubt knowing how shy she was inside, that she would even try; her track record of losing her men wasn’t the best, and I think in the past she would have walked away instead of causing a fuss when she found her man cheating. So her cheating with Zero or any of the men was not something I believed she would do. That doesn’t mean they wouldn’t try, given the right opportunity, until I gave her my cut. She was still fair game, even though they knew I had put my hand up for her. Everyone in our club knows she was mine, but not yet fully claimed. That was worrying me. It was too soon to make that final commitment, but even having my brother take a good look at what I consider mine made me livid inside.
Might have to talk to him later and make sure we are both on the same page. I don’t want to have to fight my blood brother to keep my woman.
I pulled Max into our room.
“Are you good?” I asked, looking at her flushed face, tears running down her cheeks.
What a stupid question, of course, she’s not good.
I held her to me, my towel almost falling off my hips, as she wrapped her hands around my waist, her head on my chest, crying harder now, and I was at a loss as to what to do, besides holding her, as she cried.
I ran my hand over her head, and, kissing it, my other hand firmly on her back, not too hard, that she couldn’t break away, but enough to feel my support. I kept holding until her tears stopped, and the hiccup started. I moved her to the bed and made her sit.
Grabbed a glass of water and returned to her with a box of tissues and the water.
“Th.. tha.. Thanks.” She managed to get out, between half-sobs, half-hiccups.
I swatted down before her, looking at her, waiting for her to say or do something. I wasn’t going to instigate it; if she didn’t want to talk, I wasn’t going to force her.
After drinking the water, I took the glass and moved to the table, and when I turned to face Max, she had stood, removed the two towels, and was climbing into bed, with nothing, not a sight I had expected any time soon.
I picked up her two towels, put them in the hamper, and tossed mine in too. Pulled on some boxers because I didn’t think she was ready for what I had hidden beneath them.
Climbed into bed, and she moved to me, snuggling into my side, and was fast asleep; those tears must have tuckered her out.
I lay there for some time, trying to understand what just happened.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.