Page 67 of Tank’s Weakness

Tank frowns, still holding the candle. “Does that mean we shouldn’t get it?”

I shake my head. “No, we can absolutely get it. I just change up candles often.”

He sets the candle in the cart as he nods. “Makes sense.”

Turning back to the display, I grab one that’s labeled “sugar cookie.” I can’t help but moan as I smell it.

“Try this one.”

Instead of taking the candle from me, he leans over and smells it.

“Get that and we will always be hungry for something sweet,” he grunts.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” I quip as I set it into the cart.

Before I can reach for another candle, someone calls out behind us.

“Tank?”

Turning, my stomach sours as I watch two women smile at my man.

Who the fuck are they?

Tank

“Tank?”

I turn at the sound of a woman’s voice and smile when I see Kelly and Jane standing side by side.

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” I ask as I step forward, giving them both a hug.

“Emily’s allergies are acting up, so we stopped by to grab some meds,” Jane says, holding up a box.

“That, and I really wanted a big bag of those pickle chips,” Kelly says, making us laugh.

“You and those damn chips,” I tease.

“What are you two doing?” Kelly asks, eyes darting between Delaney and me.

“Shopping. She needed groceries and got sucked in by the candles.” I smirk.

Kelly winks at Delaney. “Girl after my own heart. After doing adulting like grocery shopping, you deserve a little reward.”

“Introduce us, please,” Jane asks, eyes wide.

“Oh shit.” I turn around and reach for Delaney. “Delaney, this is my president Smoke’s old lady, Kelly, and this is my buddy Mac’s old lady, Jane.”

It doesn’t escape my notice that my girl looks as angry as a hornet. But in real time I watch Delaney’s body relax into me, and a smile takes over her face when she figures out who they are.

Is it fucked up that it makes my cock twitch in excitement that she got jealous over them coming up to me?

Let it be known: I have never looked twice at either woman or even thought about them in a romantic way, but I fucking love that meeting them made her possessive side come out. A side that she typically only displays in the bedroom. Shit, I expect her to make me pay later for not introducing them right away and for letting them touch what’s hers.

Again, my cock twitches at the idea.

Down, boy. Now is not the time.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says to both women.