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We didn’t even make it to the bed. The kitchen table was the closest surface, and we tumbled onto it, a tangle of limbs and lust. His mouth was everywhere, kissing, biting, and sucking. His hands roamed my body, touching and teasing, driving me to the brink of madness.
“Fuck, Boiler,” I panted, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. “I need you. Now.”
He growled low, helping me pull his pants down. His length sprang free, hard and ready. I licked my lips, as he loomed over me as he were feeding it to me. His taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. I worked him with my mouth, sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue teasing.
“Goddamn, Tank,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”
I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his as I took him deeper, loving the way he moaned my name. I could feel him getting close, his body tensing, but he pulled me up before he could finish.
“My turn,” he rasped, flipping me onto my back on the table. He yanked my jeans down, his mouth descending on me with a hunger that made me cry out. His tongue worked magic, licking and sucking, bringing me to the edge in record time.
I was writhing beneath him, my hands gripping the edge of the table, my back arching as he pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my cries filling the room, my body shuddering with pleasure.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He stood up, guiding me towards the edge of the table and positioning himself at my entrance. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Ready for more?”
I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation. “Fuck me, Boiler.”
He entered me in one hard thrust, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He maintained a ferocious speed, plunging into me with an unwavering intensity that had me panting. Circling my legs around his waist, I tried to accommodate him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor.
The table creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with our moans and the slap of skin on skin. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. The added stimulation was my undoing, and I came again, my body clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me.
He roared my name as he found his release, his body shuddering above me. And then the table gave way, sending us crashing to the ground.
Max ran into the room, and Boiler used his body to cover me, until he talked Max into turning around and going back to bed.
Chapter 15
Tank
Our relationship turned into one wild ride. Boiler and I couldn't get enough of each other, the chemistry between us was undeniable, an electric current that sparked every time we were near. Our nights together were a testament to the fire we ignited in each other, a blend of raw passion and tender moments that left us both breathless.
We were back at his place. Max was with his sister Lisa, giving us the night to ourselves. We barely made it through the door before our hands were all over each other. His mouth met mine, hot and demanding, and I responded with equal fervor.
I watched Boiler strip off his shirt, the moment his skin was bare, my eyes locked onto the tattoos that painted his body. The first thing that caught my eye was the fierce dragon wrapped around his right bicep. The scales were detailed, green and purple, the dragon’s eyes burning with intensity. It was coiled tight, ready to strike. Just like Boiler. Strong, deadly, and loyal as hell. My fingers itched to trace it, to feel the strength beneath the ink.
Then there was the Army’s emblem on his chest, right above his heart. A reminder of his time in the service. It spoke of battles fought and comrades lost, a testament to the man he’d become. A soldier, a protector, and now, my man. It made my heart pound just thinking about everything he’d been through.
My gaze traveled down to his left forearm, where a wolf howling at the moon was inked into his skin. The wolf’s eyes were piercing, its mouth open in a silent howl. Of course, it symbolized loyalty and strength, traits that Boiler embodied. He was protective of his pack. His club. The Slayers. It made me feel safe, knowing he had that kind of loyalty running through his veins.
Then, I noticed the small, delicate script on his inner wrist. Max’s birth date in Roman numerals. It was a sweet, subtle reminder of his son, a permanent mark of the love he had for his kid. It made my heart ache and swell at the same time. Boiler was a rough and tough biker, but he had a soft spot for his boy, and that made me love him even more.
“Fuck, Boiler,” I muttered, my voice husky with desire. “You’re one sexy beast.”
Smirking, his eyes filled with lust. “You like what you see?”
“Hell yeah,” I replied, stepping closer, my hands finding his skin, tracing the lines of the dragon on his bicep. “Your tattoos... they’re fucking incredible.”
He shivered under my touch, his muscles rippling. “They’re just ink, Tank.”
“Bullshit,” I shot back, my fingers moving to the military emblem on his chest. “They’re you. And these muscles…”
His eyes softened for a moment, and I saw a flicker of vulnerability there. “You sure you’re ready for all of me?”
I grinned, my hands moving down to the wolf on his forearm. “Bring it on, big guy.”
We collided in a kiss, fierce and hungry. My hands explored his physique, sensing the warmth of his skin, the firm muscles beneath.
"Tank," he breathed against my neck. "I've wanted you like this for so long."
