Chapter 15
Tank
Our relationship turned into one wild ride. Boiler and I couldn't get enough of each other, the chemistry between us was undeniable, an electric current that sparked every time we were near. Our nights together were a testament to the fire we ignited in each other, a blend of raw passion and tender moments that left us both breathless.
We were back at his place. Max was with his sister Lisa, giving us the night to ourselves. We barely made it through the door before our hands were all over each other. His mouth met mine, hot and demanding, and I responded with equal fervor.
I watched Boiler strip off his shirt, the moment his skin was bare, my eyes locked onto the tattoos that painted his body. The first thing that caught my eye was the fierce dragon wrapped around his right bicep. The scales were detailed, green and purple, the dragon’s eyes burning with intensity. It was coiled tight, ready to strike. Just like Boiler. Strong, deadly, and loyal as hell. My fingers itched to trace it, to feel the strength beneath the ink.
Then there was the Army’s emblem on his chest, right above his heart. A reminder of his time in the service. It spoke of battles fought and comrades lost, a testament to the man he’d become. A soldier, a protector, and now, my man. It made my heart pound just thinking about everything he’d been through.
My gaze traveled down to his left forearm, where a wolf howling at the moon was inked into his skin. The wolf’s eyes were piercing, its mouth open in a silent howl. Of course, it symbolized loyalty and strength, traits that Boiler embodied. He was protective of his pack. His club. The Slayers. It made me feel safe, knowing he had that kind of loyalty running through his veins.
Then, I noticed the small, delicate script on his inner wrist. Max’s birth date in Roman numerals. It was a sweet, subtle reminder of his son, a permanent mark of the love he had for his kid. It made my heart ache and swell at the same time. Boiler was a rough and tough biker, but he had a soft spot for his boy, and that made me love him even more.
“Fuck, Boiler,” I muttered, my voice husky with desire. “You’re one sexy beast.”
Smirking, his eyes filled with lust. “You like what you see?”
“Hell yeah,” I replied, stepping closer, my hands finding his skin, tracing the lines of the dragon on his bicep. “Your tattoos... they’re fucking incredible.”
He shivered under my touch, his muscles rippling. “They’re just ink, Tank.”
“Bullshit,” I shot back, my fingers moving to the military emblem on his chest. “They’re you. And these muscles…”
His eyes softened for a moment, and I saw a flicker of vulnerability there. “You sure you’re ready for all of me?”
I grinned, my hands moving down to the wolf on his forearm. “Bring it on, big guy.”
We collided in a kiss, fierce and hungry. My hands explored his physique, sensing the warmth of his skin, the firm muscles beneath.
"Tank," he breathed against my neck. "I've wanted you like this for so long."
"Then take me, Boiler," I whispered back, arching into him. "I'm yours."
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. We fell onto the mattress, a tangle of body parts and desire. His mouth connected with mine once more, his kiss commanding and all-encompassing. His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me wild.
We kissed hard, our tongues fighting for control. My hands wandered across his form, experiencing the warmth of his skin, the solid muscles below. The man was all raw power and brute force, and I couldn’t get enough. He lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bed. We collapsed onto the mattress, a jumble of limbs and passion, shedding our clothes as if they were ablaze.
His lips met mine again, his kiss demanding and all-consuming. His fingers were all over, caressing, tantalizing, making me go crazy. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent electric shocks of desire straight to my core.
“Fuck, Boiler,” I gasped, arching against him as his lips nibbled down my neck. “You’re fucking amazing.”
He growled, his teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Tank.”
Boiler’s lips traveled lower, his tongue flicking over my clit, sending tingles of delight coursing through me. Twisting my fingers in his hair, clutching him to me, I needed more. His hands slid on my body, gripping my thighs and spreading me wide as he fucked me with his tongue.
“Goddamn, Tank,” he muttered against my sensitive skin. “You’re fucking delicious.”
I barely had time to respond before he was on me. Positioning himself between my legs, he entered me, slow and deliberate. The sensation of him stretching me almost too much to bear. I let out a desperate, raw moan as I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him closer and deeper. I clawed his back, leaving behind red marks, but he didn't seem bothered. If anything, it spurred him on, driving him to fuck me harder, deeper.
He drove into me with relentless passion, his movements strong and sure, setting a rhythm. Waves of pleasure surged with each thrust. Our mouths were connected, bodies moving together.
Boiler’s hand found mine, our fingers intertwining, reminding me of our first night together. Our kiss paused. His eyes fixated on mine, the connection between us more profound than I had ever sensed with anyone else. The pleasure was off the charts, about to drown me.
“Come for me, Tank,” he growled, his voice commanding and turning me to goo. “I want to feel you come.”
His words pushed me over the edge. The way he made me feel was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. It was raw, primal, and utterly consuming. When we finally reached the summit, it was insane. We were both trembling and gasping for air. My body went crazy around him, the intensity of my orgasm shocking me. I held onto him, feeling his weight pushing me down, and as always, it was the safest I've felt in forever.
With a soft kiss on the top of my head, his fingers traced a path along my back. “You’re fucking amazing, Tank,” he murmured, his voice still shaky.
My heart swelled with love and satisfaction, and I could feel the smile burning my cheeks. “So are you, Boiler. So are you.”
As we lay there, our breathing calming down, I traced his tattoos with my fingers, feeling so peaceful and content. Boiler's strong arms encircled me, drawing me near, and I nestled into his embrace, relishing his comforting warmth.
“Fuck, Tank,” he purred, his voice filled with raw emotion. “You’re everything.”
“So are you, Boiler. So are you.”
We spent the night tangled in each other, our passion relentless. By the time dawn broke, I was exhausted, but in the best way possible. I lay in his arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. It was a new feeling, this sense of safety and belonging, and I didn't want it to end.