Page 73 of Tank’s Weakness

“Really?” Gunner asks, looking back at the girls. “The school teacher thing does it for you?”

Bear shrugs. “School teacher. Preacher’s daughter. Innocent-looking. All of that means wild-ass women. The best sex I’ve had has been with a woman who everyone swore was too innocent for the likes of me.”

“You didn’t lock that shit down?” I ask.

“Hell no. I don’t do repeats. A shame, really. She was good.”

“Why would I hook you up with one of her friends if you are going to break their heart?” I shake my head.

“Who said anything about hearts being involved? I’m talking raw and primal sex. The kind that makes your throat scratchy and legs weak. Leave them walking bowlegged for a week,” he grunts.

“How wild can sex get when you only fuck them against a wall?” Smoke muses.

Bear lets out a small laugh, “Oh you’d be surprised how creative you can get.”

“I don’t get it, man. What’s with the walls?” I ask.

“Easy. One, there’s always a wall available. Two, no worries about her falling asleep and accidentally staying the night. Three, I don’t have to wash my sheets right afterward.” He shrugs like it’s common sense.

Fuck, if I don’t get the thought behind it.

Still, as I look back out at Delaney, I know I could never be just a wall sex guy. It’s not my kink.

No, I enjoy being ordered around by a five foot seven school teacher who looks like she couldn’t scold a fucking fly.

“We all have our own kinks,” I mutter.

“Really? What’s yours?” Smoke asks, a smirk on his face.

I glare at him. “None of your business. Unless… Do you want to get kinky with me?”

That only makes him laugh harder.

“You guys are fucking weird,” Gunner mutters under his breath, not taking his eyes off his woman.

“I’m just saying. Bear likes to fuck against walls. I enjoy making my good girl dirty. Gunner probably spanks Sloane and gets hard when she calls him ‘Daddy.’ So what’s your kink?” Smoke asks.

“I bet he likes when he gets detention. Does she smack your ass with a ruler?” Bear teases.

I hate that he is right, so I don’t say anything.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Smoke says, a smile growing on his face, “You like being scolded by the teacher. Can’t say I don’t see the appeal.”

“Don’t let Jagger find out. I don’t want to hear his incessant commentary on the subject.”

“Our lips are sealed. Right boys?” Smoke looks to Bear and Gunner.

Gunner looks at me but doesn’t say a word. He knows when to mind his business, and this ain’t his business.

Bear holds his hands up. “Jagger talks too much for me. He won’t find out from me.”

Mac comes back then, looking angry. “He’s not here. I swear to God, if he’s at my house.”

I watch as he pulls up his feed.

“His bike is there. I’m going to kill him.” Mac goes to stalk off, but I grab his arm.

“Jane is having a good time. What harm will come from him talking to her? Bertha is a fucking truck driver. She eats men like Jagger for lunch. Trust me, she will send him on his way with his tail between his legs. Don’t take this from your old lady. Let her have the night off.”