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I got the message right away. Kissing her hard, my hands exploring her body with a new urgency.
As our bodies came together, I couldn’t help but think that I was the luckiest bastard in the world. Tank was more than just a woman. She was a fucking force of nature. A true biker bitch, and I was damn proud to be the one fucking her.
We moved to the bed, our kisses deepening, our hands becoming more desperate. I traced the tattoos with my lips, kissing every inch of her skin. The phoenix, the roses, the dagger, the engine – they were all a part of her, and now they were a part of us.
As I entered her, our bodies moving in perfect sync, I knew that this was where I was meant to be. With her, in this moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside could go to hell. All that mattered was Tank and the fire we created together.
Then we were lying in bed, our bodies entwined. The room was dark, and the only sound was our breathing.
“Tank,” I said softly, my hand tracing circles on her back. “I need to tell you something.”
She looked up at me, her eyes curious. “What is it?”
“I love you,” I said, my voice steady. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But then she smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“I love you too, Boiler,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t think I could ever feel this way, but you’ve shown me that it’s possible.”
We kissed, our connection deeper than ever before. In that moment, I knew that Tank was the one for me. We had found something real, something worth fighting for.
Chapter 18
Tank
Every damn time we were together, it was like the first time all over again, but better. The passion between us didn't just stay strong. It grew hotter, more intense. We explored each other's bodies like we were on a mission, each touch, each kiss leaving us both satisfied and yet craving more.
One evening, after a particularly fucked-up day, we ended up back at my place. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, Boiler was on me like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, his mouth hot and insistent, and I couldn't get enough. We managed to get the bedroom, our need for each other overriding everything else.
"Fuck, Tank, you're incredible," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and ragged. His sweet words did things to me no man could before.
"Show me, Boiler. Make me feel it."
He didn't waste a second. He ripped my shirt off, his hands rough and desperate. My back hit the wall, and his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. I bit his lower lip, making him growl and press harder against me. His hands moved to my jeans, yanking them down with a sense of urgency that drove me wild.
"Goddamn, Boiler," I gasped, my fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed his way down my neck. "Don't fucking stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," he growled back, his breath hot against my skin. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bathroom.
He tore off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, every muscle defined and begging to be touched. I ran my hands over him, feeling the heat of his skin, the strength in his body. He was solid, powerful, and completely mine.
“I want you to watch,” he said, pointing to the large mirror covering one wall.
Then his mouth rediscovered mine, and we kissed like we were trying to consume each other. His touch traced along my body, arousing me and pushing me to the edge of madness, and I kept my eyes open. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.
"Boiler," I moaned, arching against him. "Fuck, I need you."
He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Are you watching?”
He pulled back just long enough to strip off the rest of our clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him, naked and ready, made my heart race. He was magnificent, every inch of him a promise of pleasure.
Watching him move between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance was a whole new experience.
"Boiler," I gasped, my hands gripping his arms as he started to move. "Don't stop. Fuck me hard."
Our bodies joined, the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and our mutual groans of pleasure, and I watched him worship me.
"Boiler," I panted, my head falling back, my body trembling. "I'm gonna—"
