Page 25 of Tarnished
I let him lead me back into Tank’s room, where he was still laying in bed, waiting on us. The only part of him that had seemed to move was his head as he tracked our movements.
A shudder wracked through my frame once I was back in his arms, and I sighed when Beck’s warmth pressed into my back again. “I dreamed of the night I was kidnapped,” I croaked. “I was the only one home, I think.”
Tank stroked a hand over my hair, his other hand laying on top of Beck’s over my hip. “Even if you hadn’t been, the outcome still would have been the same, little one. Knowing no one was home that could’ve helped you might make this easier to eventually cope with.” He tipped my chin up, his eyes meeting mine. “But just know, you and Beck now belong to me.” I shivered at his words. “And I don’t let anything of mine get taken. Ever. I’ll protect you both until my last dying breath, and even then, my brothers will never let anyone hurt you either. From now on, you’re safe.”
My lips trembled, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks for the second time that night. “Please don’t make me cry again.”
Tank chuckled and tucked my head beneath his chin. Beck reached over me and cupped Tank’s cheek. “You’re making it hard not to fall in love with you,” Beck softly admitted.
I could practically hear Tank’s smile in his voice. “It’ll be nice to know I’m not the only one in love when you do,” he murmured.
My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Warmth slid through my veins.
I was pretty sure I was already head over heels for this man… for both of them. And while I should have been terrified by how fast I fell for Tank, I wasn’t. Loving him would be as easy as breathing, just as it was with Beck.
And I knew Tank would never let us down. His words were a vow—one he took as seriously as I was sure he took the oath to his club.
Beck and I were safe. We were loved. And from now on… we were also free.
19
Tank
A smooth, freshly shaven leg brushed against mine before Clarke softly moaned, officially dragging me out of my sleep, my cock hardening in an instant. The little sounds she made were always so damn innocently erotic, my body never failed to respond.
“Baby, you’re going to wake him up,” Beck whispered before the sound of him softly kissing her reached my ears. “You have to stay quiet.”
“I’m awake,” I gruffly spoke up before opening my eyes, turning my head to look at them. Their bodies were still covered, but Beck was clearly doing something beneath the covers because Clarke whined low in her throat, her back arching. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch them. I wasn’t in the mood to join even though my dick was hard enough to pound a nail into a two by four, but fuck yes, I wanted to watch Beck get our girl off.
“Beck…” Clarke panted, her tongue flicking out to lick over her lips.
“I know, baby,” he groaned, nuzzling her ear before softly blowing on it. The sexiest little moan slipped from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut.
I slowly moved the blanket, uncovering her so I could watch what Beck was doing. He’d slipped his hand inside her sleep shorts and was clearly working his fingers in and out of her sopping core. Each time his fingers slid in, a wet sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
Fuck, her pussy was so greedy.
I slid my palm over her belly where her shirt had ridden up. She shivered at my touch, her eyes slowly opening to look up at me. They were hazy with lust, her pupils almost taking over the blue of her eyes. “Did you wake up needy?” I rumbled.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, her body jerking and a loud cry ripping from her lips when Beck angled his fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside of her. A deep chuckle rumbled from within my chest as she started fucking herself on Beck’s fingers. When he began circling her clit with his thumb, she fell apart, sobbing his name as her fingers twisted into the sheets beneath us.
I pressed my lips to the corner of hers. “Such a good girl,” I rumbled before capturing her chin between my thumb and index finger to turn her face toward mine. She sighed into my mouth when our lips connected. I deepened it for a moment, dipping my tongue into her sweet mouth to taste her before I released her.
Beck cupped the back of my neck and gently pulled me over Clarke so he could press his lips to mine. I groaned into his mouth, tasting Clarke on his tongue.
“Did you clean your fingers?” I rumbled against his mouth as I flicked my tongue out, licking over his lips.
He nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed.
I throatily groaned, my cock dripping precum onto the sheets. “Good boy.”
A soft whine crawled up his throat at my praise. I kissed him once more before laying back down, wrapping my arm over both of them. Beck slid his hand over, his fingers resting on my hip. Clarke hummed happily, turning on her side so her ass pressed to my cock and her face was burrowed into Beck’s chest.
“Such a tease, little one,” I rumbled before pressing a kiss to her hair.
She just wiggled her tight little ass in response, making me chuckle.
Weeks passed in a routine we easily fell into. Clarke and I normally woke up to Beck making breakfast. After breakfast, we’d all shower—together or separately depending on the day—and then we’d play board games I found, or I’d nap while Beck and Clarke read a book together. Clarke normally threw together lunch, and we’d watch a couple of movies before I had to get up to make dinner.