Chapter 3
Tank – Age Twenty-Three
“I’m proud of you, son,” my dad says as he slaps my back, and I try not to tense.
Fucker knows that I hate contact, no thanks to Mama and despite the tattoos, the scars are still visible.
Trying not to snap at him, I give him a fake smile while the urge to run outta here yanks at my insides like it normally does because of course, Mama invited Kate and her leech of a mother, Lyndsey, who has told everyone she left her husband last year after he apparently cheated when in reality, he left her high and dry.
Both keep eyeing me up, which is just pissing me off, and the fact that Mama invited them to the clubhouse despite outsiders not being welcome on a fucking weekday is just ridiculous.
I don’t even want to be here, fuck, I don’t even know why Mama is making such a big deal out of this when she hates the route I’ve taken.
So what, Doc and I have completed our first year in medical school, so fucking what that we’ve somehow and don’t ask me how because I honestly don’t even know but both managed to get moved up a year meaning we now instead of having three years left, we only have two years left of medical school.
Celebrating really isn’t worth it and being here is the last fucking place I want to be right now.
“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble as I pick at the label on my beer bottle, which I haven’t even touched, as I glare at it, wondering when I can get away with leaving. I mean, it’s only been ten minutes, but surely that is long enough, right?
I want to get outta here, and not just because my mother is trying her hardest to get me with Kate even knowing I fucked her friend, something I told her hoping she’d back off but it only made her double down, but because my girl is waiting for me at home, my girl who wants fuck all to do with the club which I understand.
Two years later, and I know pretty much everything I need to understand why Jasmine Williams doesn’t want to be owned and would instantly deny a property cut.
Her whole life has been micro-managed to the point her car has a tracker on it, fuck, she bought herself a cheap run around that she drives from home to her old house just off campus before swapping cars because she doesn’t want her parents to know she’s moved out of the house they still pay for.
Did I make her move in with me right after we began dating? Nah, I was nice enough to wait at least a month, using the fact I was graduating and wouldn’t be able to see her much as an excuse, and it worked because my buttercup didn’t even hesitate.
Fuck, she consumes me, she has since day one, and I know I consume her just as much as she consumes me.
“I love you, Logan,” Jas whispers as I frame her head with my arms, keeping my weight off her while lining my rock-hard cock at her entrance.
“Tell me again,” I press as I run my nose against hers, and she smiles, her eyes shining.
“I love you,” she repeats, and I swear I fucking melt.
“I fucking love you too, buttercup,” I reply, full of love, and I press my lips against hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. I thrust forward, ready to connect us, but still, as I tear through a barrier, and she tenses as I break the kiss and look at her in shock with wide eyes, while hers are squeezed tight as she grips my shoulders.
Fuck me.
“Please tell me I did not just go through what I think I just went through,” I choke.
She opens her watery eyes and locks them with mine as she coughs, “Okay, I won’t, but please move…”
The little…
I growl as a possessiveness I have never felt before rushes through me, and I slam my lips back against her hard.
Mine, all fucking mine.
I smile slightly at my beer, the memory of me taking Jasmine’s virginity washes over me.
It was our six-month anniversary, and after going for a ride on the back of my bike for the first time, she told me she was ready.
She just left out the fact that she hadn’t been with anyone else so I wasn’t as careful as I should have been.
Jasmine and I, despite no one knowing about us, are growing stronger every fucking day and yeah, she also came to my graduation despite my whole family being there, fuck, she was the only reason why I walked the stage because she begged me and mentioned Granny wanted to come along.
Granny, whom I see with her every Tuesday, and have created a bond with the old broad who likes to cause trouble.
Last Tuesday, she somehow managed to get vodka slipped to her. The woman was fucking drunk and bearing mind with her meds she is on she shouldn’t be drinking.
Got to fucking love her though and because of how close I’ve come with the woman I mentioned to Doc after we graduated college that when we become officers of the club, when we become doctors, Tuesdays are out of the question for me, that I won’t be available.
Yeah, he was suspicious but he didn’t grill me over it, proving the kind of friend he is.
If my girl, who is studying to become a lawyer of all fucking things, makes time every Tuesday for her Granny, then so can I, especially when Mr. Charms, the family law attorney in town, also tries to make an effort on Tuesdays.
Turns out the fucker is actually Jasmine's uncle.
“You haven’t been around much these past few years,” Dad mentions, bringing me out of my head, and I don’t look his way as I notice it’s only been five minutes since I last checked the time and I scowl.
Fuck’s sake.
I haven’t been around much since I moved out, never mind the last few years and he knows this. I just happen to be around even less since meeting Jasmine.
“Busy with school and the shop,” I state, not really lying.
“You really going to continue to work at the garage when you get your MD?” he asks, and I hum as I nod.
“That is still the plan,” I admit, looking at him to see his whole focus on me, which is really fucking strange.
He’s barely been around since Mama had her fucking affair.
Dad nods as he looks over me and murmurs, “As I said, I’m proud of you, son,” and I smile slightly, but the smile soon drops as a hand grips my arm, and Kate purrs, “Hey, Tank…”
I shiver in disgust and get out of her grip, her smirk falling as I glare at her.
“Why in the fuck are you touching me?” I demand, and she jumps back as my dad side-eyes me with a frown.
I get it, he doesn’t know about my girl but I can’t stand back and allow someone else to touch me.
I belong to Jasmine.
“Logan,” Mama snaps, and I turn my glare at her blatant disrespect.
“Sara!” Butch, Doc’s dad, shouts, causing Mama to flinch, and she tries, “I’m not speaking to a brother, Butch, I’m snapping at my son for his disrespect to his –”
“Now I know you were not about to say girlfriend,” Butch growls, and Mama looks at Dad for support, but he just scoffs, “You’ve just disrespected our son in front of the whole club, all because he didn’t want a woman's advances that you keep encouraging. You are most likely going to be banned from the clubhouse for a while because of said disrespect so give it a fucking rest, woman!”
Mama’s nostrils flare, and I sigh, shaking my head as I put my untouched bottle on the bar and mutter, “See you later, Dad,” and I shove past Kate, who tries to grab hold of me even though I’ve just snapped at her, while Lyndsey watches me walk away, knowing if she tried anything, I’d ruin her life even further.
She showed up at my farmhouse last year while I was out and Jas open the door and the bitch had the nerve to call my girl the maid, and demand she leave her own home so she could speak to her man. Oh and she was also in a trenchcoat, completely naked underneath.
I swear, I was in the doghouse for about a month after that shit meaning no sex and sleeping on the goddamn couch.
Jas refused to sleep with me in the any of the guest rooms as punishment for the treatment she got from Lyndsey who banged on the door for a whole fucking hour after Jas slammed it shut in her face, shouting about all the ways I made her come until I showed up.
“Your grandma ex-lover is here, come sort your shit out!”
Her words still make me fucking flinch, the coldness in her tone. But boy when Jas is pissed and has just had her monthly, you want to run a mile, fuck, even I was a little scared of her.
I ended up telling Lyndsey’s husband about our affair out of retaliation, how she took my virginity at sixteen and tried to groom me. He ensured she got fuck all in the divorce which is why everyone doesn’t believe her lies about him cheating on her.
If he had cheated, she would have gotten a shit ton of money.
Walking out of the club to my mama demanding I come back or else, I go to my Harley and climb on.
The glossy black shining in the sun, and I put my sunglasses on, ready to get home to my girl, the only person I want to celebrate with and besides, she has some celebrating as well, she did graduate herself with honors.
***
Music hits my ears as I walk through the front door, and I grin while removing my cut, hanging it up before following the sound through the open wooden plan living, dining, and kitchen area to find my girl wearing my shirt, shaking her cute little ass while stirring what looks like stir-fry in the wok.
Simba and Coby, our black labs lay in their beds near the sliding door, only lifting their heads to ensure I’m not an intruder before going back to sleep.
Did I mention my girl can also cook? Fuck she is amazing and my stomach is already grumbling with anticipation.
Shaking my head as she bobs her head to some country song while she sings along, I walk up behind her before wrapping my arms around her waist, and I press a kiss to her neck, her cherry scent hitting me.
“Mm, hey, buttercup,” I murmur against her smooth skin, and she leans against me as she switches off the stove and moves the wok from the heat before turning in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck with a big grin stretched across her beautiful face.
On instinct, I move my hands to her ass and lift her.
Her legs instantly wrap around my waist as she presses a light kiss to my lips.
“Hey, baby, congrats on completing your first year of med school,” she whispers, and I grin, feeling her bare ass.
“Are you my present, buttercup?” I ask, and she grins widely, her light blue eyes sparkling.
I swear, all we do when we’re around each other is smile.
“That and I got your name tattooed on my ribs…” She shocks the shit outta me and my mouth parts before I quickly move us and put her on the counter, needing to see and backing up a little, instead of lifting the shirt, I tear it, the buttons popping everywhere and she squeals out a laugh as I shove the fabric out of the way.
Her bare tits that I love to suck on coming into view but I ignore them for just a moment, my eyes going to her ribcage and I’ll be damned…
Logan
“Buttercup,” I choke full of emotions, and she whispers, “It only seemed fair,” as she gently traces her name that I had tattooed large down my forearm, something no brother has noticed yet, which is a fucking shock.
“Fuck,” I croak as I gently run my thumb over the fresh ink before I do what my instincts are telling me to do, and I take a nipple into my mouth, making her gasp and grip my shaved head.
I nibble and suck it, then bite it making her moan and wrap her legs around my waist as I move to her other tit, giving it just as much attention while I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull out my hard cock then press it at her entrance without a second thought.
My need for her getting higher and I thrust forward to the hilt making us both moan as her walls squeeze me, sucking me in and a realization hits me right in the fucking chest.
Fuck me, she’s ready for my ring.