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“Boiler, please,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. “I need you.”
I wasted no time. My dick in my hand, I lined myself up and thrust into her wetness, hard and deep, both of us crying out at the intensity. She wrapped her legs about my waist, opening further, wanting me deeper. Her nails leaving crimson streaks down my back as she held on for dear life.
We went at it like animals, leaving us both breathless and tangled up. It was raw, primal, and it felt like we were both finally letting go of everything that had held us back. With each thrust, we advanced nearer to the edge of a cliff, our moans echoing in the deserted club.
Her hands gripped the edge of the pool table, knuckles white as I pounded into her. I leaned down, sucking on her titties, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, my own claim on her. She gasped, her body tightening around me, making me groan in pleasure.
“Boiler,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Tank,” I urged, my pace relentless. “Let go.”
With a shuddering cry, she came, sending me over the edge right after her. I groaned her name, feeling the heat of my release as I buried myself deep inside her. We clung to each other, riding out the waves of our shared orgasm, the intensity leaving us both shaking.
When it was over, we lay tangled together on the pool table, our breathing heavy, sweat cooling on our skin. I looked down at Tank, her face flushed and her eyes half-closed, still lost in the afterglow.
"You’re amazing," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my heart pounding inside me.
She smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made my heart ache in the best way. “So are you, Boiler.”
Holding each other, the world around us faded away. In those moments, nothing else mattered. It was just us, wrapped up in each other.
Eventually, we cleaned up and got ready, but the energy from our encounter was still there. Making us long for a repeat.
The Roost was still empty, and as we sat together, sipping on drinks, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment.
Tank glanced in my direction, her eyes brimming with the same contentment. “You know, we should do this more often,” she said, her voice teasing but with a serious undertone.
“Hell yeah,” I agreed, leaning over to kiss her again. “I can’t get enough of you, Tank.”
Chapter 14
Tank
The days after the charity run were a whirlwind, full of emotions I wasn’t used to feeling. Boiler had kept his promise and got all the bikers there, showing me that he was a man of his word. It wasn’t just the success of the event that had me reeling, it was the fact that Boiler had managed to burrow his way into my thoughts and, dare I say it, my heart.
When he called to ask if I wanted to join him and Max at the carnival, I hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. The idea of spending time with Boiler outside the chaotic world of our clubs was a little daunting. But I couldn’t resist the chance to see him again.
The carnival was a riot of colors and sounds, a perfect backdrop for the surreal feeling of being there with Boiler and his son. When I arrived, Boiler’s face lit up, and Max ran up to me with pure excitement. Seeing Boiler’s softer side with Max was a revelation. I learned Max was just four even if he was tall like his father.
“Hey, Tank!” Max greeted me, his enthusiasm infectious.
“Hey there, buddy,” I replied, bending down to his level. “Ready to have some fun?”
We spent the day riding the Ferris wheel, playing games, and eating way too much junk food. Max’s laughter was a sweet sound, and I found myself smiling more than I had in a long time. Boiler’s presence beside me was comforting, his hand occasionally brushing against mine, sending sparks through my skin.
At one point, Max was determined to win a giant stuffed animal. Kneeling beside him, I carefully guided his hands, teaching him how to throw more accurately. When he finally won, the look of triumph on his face was worth every second.
“Good job, Max!” I cheered, high-fiving him.
“Thanks, Tank!” he beamed, clutching the oversized Pikachu.
As the day wound down, we discovered a peaceful area beneath a tree to savor some ice cream. Max was busy making a mess, and I had a rare moment of peace with Boiler.
“You’re really good with him,” Boiler said, his eyes filled with admiration.
I shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Kids are easy. Adults are the ones who are hard to figure out.” I felt like I’d heard other people say the phrase a million times.
Boiler chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth.”
