Chapter 6
Tank
Boiler and I stepped out of the Roost, leaving the chaos of Jeff’s intrusion behind us. My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but there was a new tension now—a charged, electric feeling that sparked between us. I glanced at Boiler, and our eyes met, both knowing that tonight wasn’t over.
“Let’s head somewhere else,” Boiler suggested, his deep voice sending shivers down to my coochie.
“Where to?” I asked, trying to hide my excitement.
“There’s a bar a few blocks from here. A little quieter,” he replied, his gaze intense.
"Lead the way," I said, filled with anticipation.
He took me to his Harley, and I left mine behind. Once he parked, we walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city fading into the background as we reached the bar. It was a hole-in-the-wall joint, the kind of place where nobody knew your name, and nobody cared. Just what I needed.
The inside vibes were all about privacy, with the dim lights and the hushed conversations. It wasn’t my usual kind of place, but Boiler had insisted. He said we needed neutral ground, somewhere away from the clubs and the noise. I didn’t argue. I was curious to see what he had in mind.
We found a booth in the back, away from the crowd. I slid in first, my eyes scanning the room out of habit. Boiler followed, his presence solid and reassuring. As soon as we sat down, a waitress appeared, all smiles and flirty glances at Boiler. I couldn’t blame her. The man was a walking wet dream, all muscle and tattoos, his dark eyes promising things that made my knees weak.
“I’ll have a whiskey, neat,” I said, not bothering to look at the waitress. My attention was on Boiler, and the conflicting emotions he evoked in me.
“Make that two,” Boiler added, his gaze never leaving mine. The waitress nodded and disappeared.
We sat in silence for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “So, why here?”
Boiler shrugged, leaning back in the booth. “Thought it might be nice to get away from the usual scene. Plus, they’ve got good whiskey.”
I smirked, shaking my head. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
His cocky smile appeared. “Maybe. But you’re here, aren’t you?”
Before I could retort, the waitress returned with our drinks. I took a sip, the burn of the whiskey grounding me. Boiler did the same, his eyes still locked onto mine.
“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.
Boiler set his glass down and shrugged off his cut, pulled up his shirt, revealing a long, jagged scar that ran from his shoulder down to his lower back. “This is from the crash. The night you saved my ass.”
I stared at the scar, the memory of that night flooding back. The blood, the panic, the desperate need to keep him alive. “I remember,” I said softly. “You were a mess.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you stayed. You didn’t have to, but you did. And I’ve never forgotten that.”
I looked up at him, my chest tightening. “Why are you telling me all this now?”
“Because I finally can,” he said, his voice raw.
Boiler was a sight to behold—tall and muscular, with a rugged face that looked like it had seen more than its share of fights. His dark hair was cropped short, and his jaw was covered in a layer of stubble that only added to his raw appeal. His eyes, though, were what really drew me in. They were a deep, penetrating blue, filled with a mix of hardness and vulnerability that was unnerving.
We talked, but I barely heard the words. It was his presence, the way he looked at me, that mattered. This big man made me feel small. Made me feel wanted. I could feel the heat building between us, the magnetic pull that was impossible to resist coursing through my body.
“Tank,” he murmured, leaning in, his breath warm against my skin. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
A thrill rushed through me, giving me goosebumps. “Show me,” I challenged, thinking of his words from the other night.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Boiler gently took my hand and pressed it against his crotch, letting me feel the hard, throbbing evidence of his desire, his massive erection as big and scary as he was.
“You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Tank.”
I squeezed the beast in his pants. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Without another word, he pulled me up from the booth and led me out the back door into the alley. The cool night air hit me like a wake-up call, but the fire between us was too hot to be extinguished.
Boiler pushed me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all tongues and teeth. It was rough, desperate, exactly what I needed. His hands were all over, exploring my body, squeezing my ass, tugging at my clothes.
“Fuck, Tank, you drive me crazy,” he growled. “I want to take you right here, against this wall.”
I bit my lip, the idea of being taken out in the open making my pulse race. “Do it,” I breathed, my hands working at his belt, desperate to free his big dick from his jeans.
He let out a low, satisfied growl and lifted my leather skirt, his fingers slipping under my panties to find me wet and ready. “This pussy’s already soaked,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “You want this as much as I do.”
“Stop talking and fuck me, Slayer,” I demanded, my voice rough with need.
Biker understood the assignment. He pulled my panties aside and burst into me. I gasped at the sensation, the delicious stretch of him inside me that was just too much.
"Goddamn, Tank," he groaned, his hips moving. "You're so fucking tight."
Boiler took his time, filling me completely, but when he did, I was utterly conquered. We moved together in a frantic rhythm, our bodies slamming against the brick wall, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the alley.
Boiler's hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he penetrated me with an unyielding force. "You feel so fucking good, Tank," he groaned, his breath scorching against my ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I encircled my legs around his waist, drawing him further in, needing more. “Harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving me to insanity. He was a beast alright. We both were completely lost in our craving, as if the world didn't exist. I felt the pressure build inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode.
My voice broke as I screamed, "Boiler!" The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body spasmed as he filled me, the power of my climax rippling through me.
“Fuck, Tank,” he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With one final thrust, he uncovered it, his form stiffening as he emptied into me.
For a moment, we stayed in that pose, our bodies still joined, our breathing labored and erratic. Gradually, the world regained clarity, the city sounds seeping in.
Boiler pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.
I nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. “Better than okay.”
He helped me straighten my clothes, his hands lingering on my skin, reluctant to let me go. We walked back into the bar, our secret rendezvous leaving us both a little breathless, a little wild-eyed.
Back inside, the place was still buzzing with activity, but we were in our own world. Boiler wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close, his touch possessive, protective.
We spent the remainder of the night in a haze of whiskey and stolen touches, our bodies humming with the promise of what was to come. I knew I was playing with fire, but damn if it didn’t feel good.
The possessiveness, the sex, I could handle. With Boiler, suddenly I felt alive, reckless, invincible. But what happened next, threw me. Our lips met in a fierce kiss, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt there might be something more to this. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, and I let him, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles against me.
We broke apart, both of us breathing hard.
"You're all mine, Tank," he whispered, his lips barely touching my ear. "You're all mine, no one else can have you."
I smirked, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the loads of alcohol. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you in my bed.”