As president of my MC, I thought I was prepared for anything. Lyra and her kid proved me wrong at every turn.
She’s a seer, someone who could tell me my future, but I already know what it will be. I’m destined to be alone, or at least I thought I was until she stumbled into my bar during a freak storm, needing my help.
How could I say no to the only woman I’ve wanted in what feels like a lifetime?
Her gifts are her burden and now, she and her daughter are being hunted for their special abilities.
My plan?
To stay one step ahead of the assholes following her and come out of this thing with my heart in one piece.
I have a feeling that’s going to be easier said than done with my beautiful seer.
About the Book
Tankby BE KellySeries
Reckoning MC Seer
Genre
Adult
Paranormal Romance
Publisher
Independent
Publication Date
February 26, 2020
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TANK
A Reckoning MC Seer Novel
A Reckoning MC Seer Novel
© 2020
BE Kelly
PROLOGUE
Three
Months Earlier
Tank
Tank Harrison knew he was being an asshole, banging on
Beth’s sister’s door at midnight like a fucking lunatic, but he had to know
that she was alright. Reaper called to tell him that Beth had been taken by his
business partner, Anthony Sr., and he was worried that Lyra and her daughter,
Delilah were next on the list. Reaper’s partner had heard about Beth’s special
abilities as a seer, and whoever the mole was in his club was going to pay for
betraying them. This news left no doubt in his mind that they had a spy in his
Reckoning MC club. As president of the club, he had no choice but to find
whoever it was that squealed to Reaper’s partner and make them regret they were
ever born. He had been looking for an excuse to pound the shit out of someone
and now he had it. Tank just hated that it might be someone he considered a
friend—that part was going to suck.
He raised his hand to pound on the door again just as it
swung open to reveal one very pissed off woman. “What,” she barked. Tank wanted
to laugh at her tone but he was beginning to know better than to mess with
Beth’s little sister. Lyra Sibyl wasn’t a fan of his and that was just fine by
him. It was easier to keep his hands off the sexy, curvy blonde from a
distance.
“Something’s happened and I wanted to let you know that I
have to head back into the bar,” Tank said. He didn’t want to be the one to
deliver the news that her sister had been taken, but judging by the way Lyra
looked him over, she wasn’t going to let him just walk away and not ask
questions.
“What happened?” she asked, as if on cue.
Tank sighed, “As a seer, aren’t you already in the know?”
He knew he was being an ass and God, he was beginning to like being able to
push the woman’s buttons. Watching her get all flustered and even pissed off made
him hot.
“You know good and well that my powers don’t work like
that, Tank,” Lyra accused. He did too. From the few short days they had been
thrown together, he had come to know her pretty well. Things seemed to be going
great between the two of them until he crossed the line and kissed her. That
was when she put her cute, toe-polished foot down and told him to get the fuck
out of her house and her life. The problem was, he couldn’t just up and leave
her. Delilah had been at her dad’s house, and he couldn’t help himself. He went
from being Lyra’s protector and even her friend to someone she couldn’t stand
to look in the eyes anymore and that just about gutted him.
“I think you should let Reaper call and tell you what’s
going on, Lyra,” Tank all but whispered. Lyra stepped from her house and stood
toe-to-toe with him on her front porch and all he wanted to do was haul her
against his body and kiss her again, but the memory of just how badly that
ended the first time stopped him dead in his tracks. He had misread the
situation and that wouldn’t happen again.
Lyra leaned into his big body and stared him down. “How
about you tell me what’s going on here, Tank,” she ordered. Her small frame was
dwarfed by his own and hearing her bark out orders was almost comical.
Tank cleared his throat, “They took Beth,” he said. “I’m
so sorry, Honey.”
“What?” Lyra asked. “Who took my sister?”
“Reaper’s boss, Anthony Sr.,” Tank said.
“The one I’ve been seeing with Sophie?” Tank had listened
to Lyra talk about how she was dreaming about Reaper’s younger sister and some
older man who wanted to hurt her. He hated the way her voice cracked when she
got to the point in the story where he held a gun to Sophie’s head. He could
almost see the scene and that was crazy because as far as any of them knew,
Sophie was alive and well with Ringer, hiding out from Reaper’s business
partner. Still, he didn’t envy Lyra’s gift, if that was what he’d call it.
Being able to see something that might happen to someone or something horrible
that had already occurred, seemed more like a fucking curse to him.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “The same guy you’ve been seeing in
your dreams hurting Sophie.”
“Oh God,” Lyra sobbed. Tank didn’t stop himself this
time. He pulled her into his arms and wrapped his big body around hers.
“It’s going to be alright, Honey,” he promised, even
though he had no way of knowing if that was true or not. “I need to get back to
help Reaper come up with a plan to find Beth. I’m leaving you in good hands
though.” The thought of anyone else watching Lyra made him want to rethink his
whole plan to leave and go back to Reckoning. He hated leaving her but Tank had
no other choice. Reaper needed him and that was enough for him.
“Please, don’t leave me,” Lyra begged.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible, Honey,” he promised.
“But I have to do this. Reaper is like a brother to me and he’s going out of
his mind worrying about Beth. I can’t just leave him—not now.” Lyra pulled her
arms from around him and took a step back. Watching her withdraw again reminded
him of the night that they shared their scorching kiss. The same night she
kicked him out and told him to leave her the fuck alone. Tank worried that he
was misreading Lyra again but damnit, the woman was sending him a jumbled mess
of signals.
“Help me out here, Honey,” he said. “I’m not sure what
you want from me. One minute you’re letting me touch you and even give you
comfort and the next you act as if you hate me. Which is it?”
Lyra looked Tank up and down and shook her head. “I don’t
hate you, Tank,” she admitted. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Everything is just so
jumbled up—I can’t think straight. Go and help find my sister. I’ll be fine.”
He watched as Lyra turned and walked back into her house
and shut the door behind her. Tank stood there, listening for Lyra to turn the
deadbolt, not willing to take any chances with her. As soon as she did, he let
himself breathe, not realizing he was holding his breath at all. That’s the way
he felt around Lyra—like he was holding his damn breath, waiting for her to
give him a chance or kick him to the curb. Tank just wasn’t sure which one he
was hoping would happen because the last thing he needed was to get tangled up
with the sexy blonde who was turning his world upside down.
****
Tank was woken up by the banging on the bar’s front door
and the dream he was having about sexy, little Lyra Sibyl all but disappeared
from his head. He stumbled around his darkroom and found his jeans, pulling
them up over his erection, carefully zipping them up and tugged on a
t-shirt.
“This better be fucking good,” he grumbled, finding his
way down the stairs to the front entrance of his bar. “Like someone’s dead or
dying good,” he added. Tank unlocked the deadbolt and threw the door open to
find the woman he had just been dreaming about, shaking from what he assumed to
be the cold blustery wind that whipped its way into the bar.
“Fuck, Lyra,” he growled and pulled her into his body.
“You have to be freezing out there. What the hell are you doing out in this
storm anyway?” Tank knew that most of the roads in town had to be closed and
the national weather service was calling this storm the worst one of the
century. Honestly, he didn’t see what all the fuss was about, but this was New
Orleans and even the few inches that were expected were enough to cripple the
city. Growing up in Michigan, Tank knew firsthand what a real snowstorm looked
like and he had to admit, he missed the snow up there. But, down here, in NOLA,
he had his MC family and they were enough to keep him grounded to the
area—well, his club and his bar.
“I—I think I need help,” she stuttered. Tank tightened
his arms around her waist, sharing his body heat with her. She was wearing a
thin sweater and jeans and he knew she had to be cold to the bone.
“Tell me what’s going on, Honey,” he said. Tank knew he
had no right to call her that or any other terms of affection. He saw the damn
hope in her eyes after he kissed her a month ago. He was supposed to be keeping
her safe; watching over her and her daughter, Delilah, but instead, he had
pushed her down onto her sofa and devoured her mouth like a starving man. When
it came to Lyra, he found that he had no control and nothing standing in his
way but himself. He could tell she wanted him just from the way she responded
to that scorching kiss, but he wasn’t good for her. Hell, he wasn’t good for
any woman and he needed to remember that. When he tried to explain that he’d
made a mistake in kissing her, she got pissed off and told him to get the fuck
out of her house. Lyra had been giving him the cold shoulder ever since, but
tonight—he saw the same woman who let him kiss her.
“I dropped Lil off at her dad’s house for the week and
when I got home, the front door was wide open and it looked like someone had
kicked it in. I peeked into my house and everything was in shambles, so I got
back in my car and came here. I didn’t know who else to turn to. Elizabeth and
Reaper are finally taking their honeymoon and I couldn’t call them. My sister
deserves some happiness after all the shit she’s been through,” Lyra sobbed and
God, it tore him apart to hear her so upset. He knew they still had a mole in
the club and he worried that not rooting him out when the trouble started with
Reaper was a mistake. He hated that leaving that trouble unchecked might add up
to Lyra or Lil being hurt.
“Baby,” he soothed, stroking his
big hand up and down her back. She was so tiny compared to him but then again,
most everyone was. He knew that people liked to compare him to a hulk; it’s
even how he got his nickname—Tank. Well, his size and his time in the Army
driving tanks. At six-seven, he was usually the biggest guy in the room. He
stroked his hand down her long hair. Lyra had it pulled up in a sleek ponytail,
but a few strands had escaped and he gently pushed them back from her beautiful
face. She looked up at him and damn it if he didn’t see that same fucking hope
again, shining back at him in her soulful hazel eyes. He knew he was playing with
fire, but he just didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Tank had spent the last few months dreaming of Lyra and
night after night, he’d wake up hard as a rock with no way to ease his
suffering. Sure, he could pick up one of the biker chicks that hung out at his
bar, hoping to find a biker of their own. But, that would mean having to settle
for a woman who wasn’t Lyra and he didn’t like trolling for second best. He
wanted her and from the way she was leaning into his big body, watching him,
she wanted him too.
He leaned down, towering over her and he could hear her
breath hitch. Lyra’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and
he had his green light. Tank just needed to stop being a fucking coward and
step on the gas.
“Lyra,” he said, more as a plea than a warning. “I’m
going to kiss you.” She nodded and closed her eyes and that was about all Tank
could handle. His self-imposed restraints were off and he was going to taste
her again.
At first, he was unsure of himself and that was so unlike
him. He gently brushed his lips over hers and she wrapped her arms around his
neck. He knew that holding back with Lyra wouldn’t work. She would demand
everything from him—he learned that about her from their time together a few
months back. He was going to give her what she wanted this time though and to
hell with the consequences. He was finally going to have what he wanted and
Tank wanted Lyra Sibyl.
Lyra
Lyra wasn’t sure why she had driven all the way to Tank’s
bar, Reckoning, but she had. There was no turning back either since she had
barely made it in one piece to his place. Due to the slick road conditions, she
had ended up in a ditch twice, but she wouldn’t tell Tank that. He was so
protective of her and the last thing she wanted from him tonight was a fight.
In fact, she wanted the exact opposite from the sexy, tattooed, giant and from
the way he was kissing her, he was completely on board with her plans for the
evening.
When she got back to her house, after dropping Lil off at
Zane’s house, she knew something was up before she even got to her front door.
Her whole body tingled as if in warning and she knew that leaving was her best
bet at staying safe. Dealing with unsafe driving conditions was better than
facing what possibly still waited for her in her home. She was just thankful
she didn’t have Lil with her because she wouldn’t want her daughter to be
afraid in her own house.
Turning to Tank for help felt natural after the few weeks
they had spent together when he was tasked with keeping her and Lil safe during
the scare with her sister’s abduction. God, that was such an awful time, but
she had Tank by her side and knew that he would never let anyone touch her or
Delilah. When it was over and Beth came home safely, Tank took off and she
didn’t see him for months. He left her with the memory of that fiery kiss they
shared and that was it—no calls or texts, nothing. She’d ask Beth and Reaper
about how Tank was doing, but they never gave her a straight answer and she was
beginning to wonder if she had made the whole kiss up in her overly active
imagination. Hell, maybe she had made Tank up because the only place she saw
him was in her dreams. Night after night, he appeared and was so gentle and
loving that every morning she woke up feeling completely broken-hearted that it
was all just a dream. But she at least had her dreams of Tank and for a while,
she thought that was enough for her. Lil kept her busy and she had her work at
the doctor’s office as a medical technician. She had a good life and really
couldn’t complain, except for the fact that it was completely boring.
Tank broke their kiss, leaving her panting and needy and
he smiled down at her. Lyra worried that he was going to push her away again,
but he didn’t instead he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his
big body. Lyra felt safe and content for the first time in months. Being held
by Tank felt like coming home and she wasn’t sure she’d ever survive him
pushing her out of his life again.
“Tank—I,” she started. He covered her mouth with his big
hand, effectively stopping her next words.
“No, Lyra. No promises or excuses this time. First, I’m
going to call some of my brothers and have them check out your place. They’ll
find out what happened and who ransacked your house. Then, I’m going to have
someone watch Lil. I know she’s with Zane but I want to make sure she’s safe.
Your ex will never know that my guy is watching them.” She nodded her
agreement, his hand still covering her mouth. Lyra took his hand into hers and
gently kissed his palm. He stilled, watching her and she wondered if he was
finished talking.
“Thank you, Tank,” she whispered.
“Don’t thank me yet, Little One,” he stuttered. She liked
how in control Tank always seemed to be. He was so confident and
capable—probably why he was the president of his MC. But, Lyra also liked the
fact that she had the power to bring the big guy to stutter. He made her feel
that way—powerful.
“As soon as I call in favors to get everyone to help, I’m
going to take you up to my room and spend the rest of the night doing exactly
what I’ve been dreaming of doing to you, Lyra,” he said.
“What have you been dreaming of doing to me, Tank?” Lyra
whispered. She thought back to her last dream about him; the way he took her
body and commanded her every need to meet his own. She was completely his and
Lyra wondered if it would be the same way between the two of them in real
life.
“Everything,” he growled, causing her to shiver. Tank
mistook her shaking for her being cold but the temperature had nothing to do
with it. She was already a quivering mess of need from being denied what she
wanted. But now, Tank was there—standing right in front of her and if
Lyra had her way this time she wouldn’t let him getaway. This time, she’d stand
up and demand he let her in because she was done with hiding like a scared
little girl from him and everything else she so desperately wanted in
life.
****
Lyra sat in Tank’s apartment just above the bar and
wondered if she was making a big mistake by running to him. Sure, he seemed
like he cared and when he was protecting her and Lil during the scare with her
sister, she felt as if he really wanted to keep them safe. When he pushed her
down onto her sofa and kissed her like he was a starving man and she was his
last meal, she allowed herself to hope they could be more. But, the fairy tale
life that her sister had found wasn’t going to happen for her. Lyra wasn’t
going to find a sexy biker and literally ride off into the sunset with him.
Tank had made that very clear to her when he ended their
first kiss. The regret she saw in his blue eyes was nearly her undoing. She was
a fool to believe he would want more with someone like her. Tank Harrison
wasn’t the type of man who would fall for a frumpy, single mother—not when he
had biker groupies throwing themselves at him every night. Beth had told her
what the club was like and the way the girls flocked there just to try to get
up close and personal with a biker. Given that Tank was the president of his
club, women did just about anything they could think of to get him to take
notice of them. Tank could have his pick of just about any woman in town—why
would he waste his time on her?
He made a few phone calls to some of his guys and asked
them to go over to her place to check things out. She hated that she was
causing them any trouble. With the slick road conditions, the last thing she
wanted was to ask anyone to drive anywhere on her behalf. He ended his second
call and tossed his cell phone onto the kitchen table.
“I feel awful that I’m causing all this trouble for your
club again. It seems that I can’t find a way out of trouble without dragging
you and your guys into it with me,” Lyra said. She nervously giggled, her
go-too whenever she was worried or in this case, completely out of her element.
She wondered why Tank hadn’t told her to get lost yet, but she wasn’t about to look
a gift horse in the mouth.
“You aren’t causing trouble, Lyra,” he growled. “Your
place was broken into and I’m betting you didn’t do it.”
She shook her head, “No, of course not.”
“So, you’re not the one causing trouble then. You’re just
asking for help and I don’t mind giving it. I called in a couple of favors—not
a big deal.” Tank pulled her body across the sofa so she was practically
sitting on his lap. He was so big; she was always in awe of just how gentle he
was with her.
“Thank you,” she stuttered.
“You never have to thank me, Honey,” Tank said. “You’re
sister is married to my best friend. We’re practically family now.” Lyra felt
as though her heart sank at the mention of them being family. The very last way
she wanted Tank to think of her was like a sister.
“Is that really how you see me, Tank?” she whispered.
Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to let him hide from her.
She needed answers and it was about time she got them.
Tank’s blue eyes felt as though they might be able to see
straight through her and Lyra shivered again. She seemed to do that a lot
around him. “No,” Tank admitted. “I don’t see you that way, Honey. In fact, I
think it’s better for me not to think of you and Beth being related at all.”
“And why is that?” Lyra questioned.
“Because I want you so fucking much that if Reaper or
Beth knew what I wanted to do with you, they’d both have my balls.” Now they
were finally getting somewhere. Lyra had waited a damn long time for Tank to
come clean and tell her the way he felt about her. Ever since their kiss that
night at her house, when he seemed to regret letting her into his world. Tank
was quick to try to cover up his regret, but she saw it in his eyes, staring
back at her and she panicked. Lyra had one failed marriage and was raising her
six-year-old daughter on her own. The last thing she needed was to be with a
man who regretted kissing her. She wanted more; deserved more and settling
wasn’t something she was willing to do.
“Then why did you look so upset that night?” she asked.
Lyra wasn’t sure if Tank was going to give her an answer.
“You mean the night I acted like a complete fucking
animal and pushed you down onto your sofa to kiss you?” Tank asked. Lyra smiled
at the memory of just how hot that kiss was. It felt like a physical touch all
over her body and left her wanting more.
“Yeah—that night,” she said.
“Well, if I recall correctly, you were the one who told
me to get the fuck out of your house,” Tank said. Lyra giggled. She had told
him that and after he left, she regretted saying those words to him. But, she
wouldn’t let him regret something she was on board for. Hell, she was more than
just onboard for whatever Tank wanted to do to her, but she wasn’t ready to
admit that to him.
Tank shot her a look like he found the whole thing a lot
less funny than she did. “Sorry,” she said. “I did tell you to get out of my
house. But, what choice did I have? You regretted that kiss as soon as it
happened.”
“How did you know that?” Tank asked. “I didn’t say
anything.”
“You didn’t have to,” Lyra said. “I could see it in your
eyes when you looked at me. I couldn’t take it, so I told you to leave. I won’t
be anyone’s regret,” she said. “If you aren’t sure about me—about us, then tell
me now, Tank,” she insisted.
“I’m sure,” he promised. “I tried to convince myself that
you were a bad idea, but I’m done lying to both of us, Honey. I want you,
Lyra,” he said. He winced, “I believe this is where you tell me to get the fuck
out, Honey,” he teased, but Lyra could hear the insecurity in his gruff voice.
It was almost as if he was pleading with her to do just that. What Tank didn’t
know was that she wanted him just as much as he seemed to want her.
“Um, this is your place,” she reminded.
“Sure,” Tank said. “But, if you don’t want this, now is
the time to speak up. Once I make you mine, Lyra there’s no turning back. I
need for you to understand that.”
“I do,” she agreed. “I want to be yours, Tank.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled. He pulled Lyra against his big
body and she felt safe for the first time in months. Every time Tank touched
her or even looked at her, for that matter, her crazy world felt right. The
first time she ever saw him, Tank scared the crap out of her. Beth and Reaper
had sent him over to guard her and Lil and finding the giant man on her porch
was quite a surprise. When Tank talked to her, with his sinfully gruff voice,
Lyra wasn’t sure what to make of the big guy. He looked so menacing, but his
tone told her that she’d never had any reason to be afraid of him. His piercing
blue eyes seemed to be able to see directly into her soul. Lyra had never been
around a man who made her feel things with just one look or word. Not even with
her ex—Zane. He was Delilah’s dad and Lyra’s high school sweetheart and she’d
love him for being both of those things, but they weren’t right together. Being
with Tank just felt right—even if all they had done was kiss and well, fight.
Tank deepened their kiss, rolling her under his big body
and she could feel every hard inch of him pressing against her overheated body.
“Tank,” she whispered. “I need you,” she pleaded. He did that to her—made her
desperate for more to the point of begging him for what she needed. In her
nightly dreams, it was always the same way. She’d beg him for everything and
he’d give her what she needed and so much more. Lyra knew that he’d do the same
for her now.
“I know, Honey,” he said. “I’ll take good care of you but
I don’t want to rush through this, Lyra. I want to take my time with you.” Tank
ground his erection against her and she gasped.
“All—alright,” she stuttered against his lips as he
nipped and licked his way back into her mouth. Tank pulled her shirt up over
her head and looked her over, hissing out his breath when he realized she
wasn’t wearing a bra. Tank’s big hand covered her breast and he moaned and
thrust his jean-clad cock against her leg again. Tank was so big; Lyra was
starting to worry that he was that way all over. She had only ever been with
one other man—Zane and the thought crossed her mind that she and Tank wouldn’t
fit.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Where did you just go, Baby?” he
asked.
“I was just wondering something,” she admitted. The
thought of saying the words out loud made her want to run and hide, but the way
Tank watched her, she knew he wouldn’t allow that.
“Since I’m not a seer, you are going to have to spell it
out for me, Honey,” Tank teased. Lyra loved the way he just accepted her
abilities without question. Of course, meeting her sister, Beth probably broke
the ice for him. Her sister didn’t hide the fact that she had a “gift” as she
liked to call it. Beth told everyone who she was and wasn’t ashamed of what she
could do. Lyra wished she had her sister’s guts, but she was constantly hiding
her abilities, even shoving them to the side and pretending they didn’t exist.
The problem was they had a way of sneaking back to the forefront and reminding
her with a vengeance who she was and what she was capable of.
“Um—well, you’re big,” she began, suddenly feeling very
shy and self-conscious of the fact that she was half-naked. Lyra tried to cover
herself with her hand.
“No,” Tank growled. “You don’t hide from me, Lyra. I
won’t allow that.” She nodded and decided he was right—they were past the point
of hiding. It was time for her to be brave and take what she wanted. Lyra ran
her hands down his body and cupped his cock with both her palms, gently
stroking him through his pants.
“What I was wondering is if you are big all over?” she
brazenly asked. Tank moaned and thrust into her hands as if he loved what she
was doing to him but needed more.
“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m big all over. And, as for you
worrying—don’t. We’ll fit, Lyra,” he promised.
“How do you know?” she asked, not taking her hands from
his erection.
“I’ve been dreaming about you for months now. I can’t get
you out of my mind, Baby. I’ve seen us together so many times now, we just have
to fit. I can’t accept any other outcome.” Tank watched her as if waiting for
her to agree, but she still had her doubts.
“Can—can I see you?” she asked. “Geeze, why is this so
hard to talk about?” she murmured, more to herself than to Tank.
“Well, I generally don’t discuss my dick size with just
anyone, Baby,” he teased. “And, yes,” he said. “I want for you to see me, Lyra.
I want to see you too—all of you.” Tank stood from the sofa and she immediately
missed his heat and big body covering her own. He shucked out of his jeans and
tugged his t-shirt over his head, to stand completely bare in front of
her. Lyra didn’t hide her gasp as she
looked him over, or her moan when she saw the size of his impressive erection.
“That is not going to fit inside of me,” she said,
suspiciously eyeing his cock. Tank chuckled and stroked himself like he was
enjoying putting on a show for her.
“Well, we’ll never know unless we try, Baby,” he teased.
“Tell me you still want to try, Lyra,” he ordered.
“I do,” she agreed. Tank stood over her again and this
time she could tell there would be no stopping him. He reached down and pulled
her leggings off, taking her lacy panties with them, leaving her completely
naked on his sofa.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “I’m going to see if you taste as good
as you look and then I’m going to show you just how well we will fit together
Honey,” he promised. Lyra suddenly felt as though she lost the ability to
speak. No man had ever talked to her like that and she had to admit, she was
starting to see the appeal of dirty talk during sex.
“Yes,” she hissed. Tank settled between her legs,
kneeling in front of her and pulled her thighs over his massive shoulders until
she was practically seated on his face.
“You smell so fucking good, Honey,” he growled. Tank ran
two fingers through her already drenched folds and she nearly bucked off the
sofa. “Hold still, Little One,” he commanded. Tank grabbed handfuls of her
fleshy ass and lowered his mouth to lick his way into her pussy. He devoured
her like he was a starving man and by the time he finished with her, Lyra
wasn’t sure if she’d ever come back down to earth. He licked and sucked her
sensitive nub, pumping his big fingers in and out of her core until she came on
his mouth, shouting out his name.
When she thought she couldn’t take any more pleasure, he
pulled her body down to his lap until he was perfectly lined up with her core
and pumped his cock into her pussy, inching his way into her body. Lyra had
never felt so full or so loved in her life. Every touch, kiss, and look felt
like a personal assault to her heart. She needed to remember that Tank wasn’t
promising her forever. Honestly, Lyra wasn’t sure what he was promising her.
“Hey,” he whispered, framing her face with his big hands.
“You alright?” Lyra smiled at him and nodded.
“I’m good, I promise,” she lied.
“I’m not hurting you, right?” he asked. How did she
answer his question? He wasn’t physically hurting her, but she wasn’t sure if
what she was feeling, emotionally, didn’t count.
“I’m good, Tank,” she lied again. From the way he looked
at her, Lyra wasn’t going to get away with anything.
“Lyra,” he warned. “Just talk to me,” Tank ordered. He
stilled inside of her and she knew she was effectively trapped. She tried to
move, but Tank wasn’t going to allow it, holding her down, and trapping her
against his body.
“Fine,” she spat. “I’m wondering what’s going on between
us, Tank.”
He chuckled and her girl parts tingled from the sensation
of his cock twitching inside of her. “You sure do a lot of wondering, Baby. I’m
pretty sure we’re having sex—or at least we were,” he said. Lyra ran her hands
over his massive, chiseled chest and let them rest between their two bodies.
“I know that part,” she said. “I’m just thinking about
all the other parts of whatever this is,” she admitted.
“Ah—you want to know what we are going to label this
‘thing’ that is happening between the two of us?” Tank asked. Sometimes he
liked to throw her off her game and now was one of those times. Lyra often
forgot that Tank wasn’t just the big, bad biker he looked to be. He was a
cunning businessman and from the little bit she had overheard Reaper and Beth
talking about him, he was ex-military.
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, if we are going to give this a name—how about we
call it a relationship?” Tank ran his hands up her body, cupping her breasts in
each of his palms. He really wasn’t playing fair and the way he was touching
her, she’d agree to call this thing between them whatever he wanted, as long as
they could get back to the sex part.
“But, we hardly know each other,” she protested. “How can
we call this a relationship when I don’t even know your real name? I’m assuming
it’s not Tank.”
He smiled at her, gently kissing her mouth. “It’s
Jonathan,” he admitted. “Jonathan Harrison. I got the nickname ‘Tank’ while I
was in the Army. We have time for all of this, Baby.” He was right—now wasn’t
the time to try to figure out what to call what was happening between them or
to find out his first name. Tank thrust deeper inside of her as if driving home
his point. Lyra gasped and moaned at the reminder of the two of them being
joined in the most intimate way possible.
“Point made,” she whispered.
“Good because I’m not done showing
you just how well we fit, Baby,” Tank said. Lyra had a feeling that fitting
together wasn’t going to be the problem for her. Not losing her heart to the
hulk of a man underneath her was going to be her challenge and one she wasn’t
sure she’d be able to overcome.
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About the Author
Paranormal MC Romance Writer ~ Supernatural, flirty, and a little bit dirty!
BE KELLY is a paranormal romance author who enjoys adding in her alter ego’s love of MC! She loves all things witches, shifters and you’ll maybe even find some vamps in her future! Check out other works by this author under the pen name K.L. Ramsey, for more MC, Menage, and even some contemporary romance.
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