On one of the trips, I hear Tank ask Glock, “What about that other thing? You got that handled?”
Glock nods his head. “Yes, it’s uh, at the barn.”
Tank only nods and pats Glock on the back before passing me.
When we get everything in, I hug both Maverick and Glock, thanking them. Both of them were obviously uncomfortable with the affection, but at least they didn’t pull away.
When they leave, I shut and lock the door behind them. Tank is in the spare bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing in here just standing?”
He shrugs. “I knew you’d want to thank them, and I figured that would include a hug. I wasn’t sure if I could control myself and not hit one of them in the face... so I stayed in here.”
I walk up to him. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, Tank Griffin.”
He shakes his head, and I know he’s going to disagree with me, tell me that he doesn’t deserve me, but I’m not going to let that happen. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and reach for the button on his jeans. I pull down his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock is already hard and juts out between us. I lean in and press my lips to the tip of him.
This whole week, Tank has worshipped my body, and by the time he was done with me, I could barely move. It’s time that I give him at least some of what he’s given me, even if I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing.
His hips jerk, and he hisses my name. “Ava...”
I smile and stick my tongue out, tracing the length of him. His hand wraps around my hair, and I open my mouth, taking him in. It’s too much, he’s too wide, too long, too everything, but I’m not giving up. I draw myself back and then do it again, relaxing my throat muscles. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, wanting more of him. His grunt of “oh, fuck” tells me he likes it, and so I do it again.
I do it over and over, sliding my tongue over his length, stroking him with my hand and then starting over again. I listen to all the noises he makes to find out what he likes best and do that. He’s close. Already he’s so close. His hand is wrapped tightly at the hair on my nape. It hurts... but it’s a good hurt. His hips are bucking, and I have both hands now on his big thighs, pushing and pulling him as he thrusts.
I wait for the orgasm to hit him, but I’m surprised when he jerks out of my mouth. He kicks his shoes off, and any other time I’d laugh at the antics of it. He slides his pants the rest the way off, leans over, and picks me up. My legs go around his waist, and he kisses me as he starts to walk, only pulling back enough to say, “Our room.”
He lays me on the bed and removes my clothes quicker than he ever has. I reach for him again, ready to finish what I started, but he moves out of my reach.
He touches me between the legs, stroking his fingers through my wet, swollen lips. “No, honey, the only place I want to come is right here.”
He slides a finger inside me, and I grip on to him. He smiles. “I think you’re ready, aren’t you honey? Did you like sucking me off?”
I nod and mean to tell him yes, but it comes out in a long moan when he puts pressure on my clit.
He positions himself at my core and slides into me. His hands grip my waist as he moves in and out of me. He’s taking long, deep strokes, and it’s bringing me to a whole other level of ready. “Please, Tank...”
But he doesn’t speed up. He keeps his even pace, moving in and out of me. “I thought you were trying to leave me...”
His voice is hard and thick, and my eyes search his. It may not be the time or the place, but I think he needs to know. “I love you, Tank. As long as you let me stay here with you, that’s what I intend to do... it wasn’t about leaving you... it was about letting go of my past and moving on.”
He leans over and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is hungry and ferocious at the same time. He ravages me in the very best way. When he pulls back, his breathing is raspy, but he looks me right in the eye. “I love you too, Ava.”
His eyes are glued to mine as he moves in and out of me. The connection between us brings every emotion to another level, and I don’t know if I’m about to cry or start to convulse from satisfaction. He lifts my hips, and when he hits me at a different angle, I cry out as the orgasm shoots through me. Pleasure overtakes my whole body, and I bear down on him as he comes with me. It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever had in my life.