Tank: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 2) Page 6

  “Suz, it’s not as bad as people make it out to be, but it’s far from normal. Think frat party turned up several thousand notches. But the guys are a good bunch, women are respected, and they do a lot for the community. Didn’t you hear about the donation the RBMC made to the fire department after the Mayor cut their funding? Don’t get me wrong, none of them are choir boys, but don’t let rumors and speculation muddy your view. I was there for six months, and they were all respectful to me. You can’t say that about a lot of people.”

  “Yeah, Brass keeps on asking me out, and hell, Rea, he has to be the hottest man I’ve ever seen. All that blonde hair makes a girl want to grab hold while he takes her for a ride and damn, don’t get me started on those eyes. Have you ever seen eyes that color of blue, Oh and…?”

  “I get it, you think Brass is hot,” Reagan laughed. “Why do you keep on turning him down? Brass is hilarious, I mean, the man is always saying something that will either shock the shit out of you or make everyone around him laugh. You two would be good together.”

  “I don’t know, I mean, I think I would constantly be thinking who he was with if he wasn’t with me. Then there’s the whole Outlaw Biker thing. I don’t know if I could be with someone that wasn’t aboveboard.”

  “Okay, first off, you don’t know everything about someone you date in the beginning, you have to work up to all that. My feeling is if you like the guy go for it, it might work out and it might not, but not even trying isn’t any good, either. Take it from me, you can date a lawyer, and he can turn out to be the worst of the worst, or you can try a biker on for size, and he might be the best. You never know until you try.

  “All the guys in the RBMC have been in the service, and to be honest with you, I don’t think any of them have been arrested or done time. Knowing you as well as I do, I’m pretty sure you have already used those wicked little fingers of yours to scope that out. So, if it’s the Clubhouse that freaks you out, make other plans. Go to the movies, hell, just got for a ride. I can personally tell you that there is nothing like being on the back of a Harley with a man between your legs while the wind is whipping through your hair. Live a little Suz, life is too damn short to be scared of anything.”

  “Oh, yeah, this coming from the person hiding out in my cabin, getting ready to leave Dodge. Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to Reagan, you know I have my ways. I let all that sneaking around go because I thought you would come to me at some point, but you never did. Now’s the time to tell me, so we can figure out a way for you to have what you really want, Tank.”

  “That’s not going to be as easy as you think, Suz. He laid it all out for me last night. I just don’t believe we’re meant to be, one of us is always hurting the other. I don’t think I can live like that anymore. This stuff between us has been going on for over ten years; I think it’s about time one of us got off the merry-go-round.”

  “That’s up to you, but let’s talk it all out before you decide to go that route.”

  For the next hour, Reagan laid everything out to Suzie. She might work as a waitress, but Suzie had other talents.

  “Okay, this is what I think we should do; I’m going to help you go through the rest of the stuff you got from the storage locker. You track the money, I’ll track the people. Together we can figure out what Mr. Taylor and the other two douche bags are up to, then you can take it to Tuck. Tank will be so grateful, he’ll fall madly in love you with, and you two will live happily ever after, or we can take turns turning his dangly bits into hamburger.”

  “I don’t know, I kind of want his danglies right where they are, unharmed,” Reagan laughed.

  “Yeah, I can see that, since you have embraced all your Puppet ways,” Suzie laughed.

  “Don’t knock it till you try it, Suz. The stuff they do to women, I mean, I’m no shrinking violet, but I have to tell you those boys could teach classes.”

  “Ewww! How would you know anyway if you haven’t slept with any of them?”

  “Hon, I didn’t need to, they fuck openly, in front of anyone, and from the looks on the chicks faces, it’s an experience to remember. Plus, I think I’ve seen more dick jewelry in the last six months than I’ve ever seen in my life. Hell, there’s this one guy, Creed, he has a Jacobs Ladder. Do you know what that is?”

  “Of course, I know what that is, I’m on the internet all the time, but ouch I don’t know if I would like all that extra stuff up inside there,” Suzie said, squeezing her thighs together.

  “I don’t know, just think of all those little balls rubbing all those sensitive places...”

  “Like Hell! The only dick you need to be thinking of is mine, Rae.”

  Both Suzie and Reagan screamed for all they were worth. Fuck, how in the hell had Tank and Brass snuck up on them.

  “What are you doing here, Tank,” Reagan asked. “Oh, let me guess, you brought Brass around to give me one more shot at sucking his dick?”

  “Hey, I resent that, well, not really. Anyone talking about sucking my dick kind of gets me off, but I wouldn’t do that to you Rea. But just so you know, I’ve been told I taste like candy, and my Apadravya has made more than one-woman scream,” Brass said, winking at both Suzie and Reagan.

  “Shut up, asshole, no one wants to know about your dick. Reagan, we need to talk.”

  “No, Tank, we needed to talk months ago, but you chose to make an assumption and treat me like shit instead. You two need to leave.”

  Reagan got up and placed herself in front of Suzie, not that she thought Brass or Tank would do anything to them, but she didn’t want her friend exposed to any of Tanks hateful words. Not that blocking her would stop her from hearing, but hell, Reagan didn’t know what else to do.

  “Reagan,” Tank pleaded, “I need to talk to you.”

  Shit, what the hell was wrong with her? This man could let his eyes and voice go all soft, and Reagan was down for the count. Who was she kidding? Reagan would follow this man anywhere, another reason she needed to get her work done and leave as soon as possible.

  “Fine. Suz, will you be okay out here with Brass for a bit?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about Suzie Q, I’ll take good care of her,” Brass said, walking over and putting his arm around Suzie. “I have some questions I want to ask her about quality.”

  Both Tank and Reagan groaned

  Chapter 9

  Tank took Reagan's hand. It was a simple gesture, but one he had never done before; most times he grabbed onto her elbow or lead her by placing his hand on her lower back. Holding hands seemed more intimate, even sweet. Damn, she was in so much trouble here.

  Once they got into the cabin, Reagan pulled her hand away. She was going to need all her wits about her to get through this. Tank didn’t look pissed, but his face had lost the softness, now it was just blank. How could he do that, one-second feeling and the next second cold as hell?

  Reagan went to the stove and poured two cups of coffee, handing Tank one. He took it but placed it down on the counter.

  “Why didn’t you tell me what you were doing, Rea? I would have helped, shit, I would’ve never let you put yourself in danger like that, and I sure as shit wouldn’t have treated you the way I have been.”

  “Really, you say that now. Shit, Tank, I’m the same person I always was; I didn’t deserve some of the shit you put me through. As for coming to you, why would I? We haven’t been friends for a long fucking time. Even before you graduated, you cut me off from your life, then when you got back into town after your term in the Air Force, you would see me on the street say hi or nod, but nothing else. Hell, half the time I think you went out of your way to avoid me.”

  “Babe, shit, I can’t explain it you. I knew it was more even way back then, but after all that shit went down, I spiraled. I didn’t want to bring you into my destruction. You had enough to worry about, hell, you were better off without me.”

  “Maybe you're right, maybe you’re not, I can’t say because I was never given a
nother option. You have made decisions for the both of us for way to long Tank and I’m sick of it. I can get over the past and move on, hell, I already am, but what you pulled with me last night and the way you’ve been treating me for the last six months, that I have a real problem with.”

  “Listen, I was pissed at you, okay? I gave you up so you could have a better life and then you chose to come to the Club for protection and work it off on your back.” Holding up his hand when Reagan went to correct him. “I know differently now, but that did change what I thought, right or wrong. That shit didn’t sit well with me. How was I supposed to know that you and Tuck had a plan or that I was messing it up? You let me do all that shit and talk to you like that without even putting up a fucking fight, and that pissed me off more. It was like you were a different person than I remembered, and I hated it.”

  “You were punishing me, Tank,” Reagan said, turning away from him, “just like last night. You got pissed about something that was what YOU thought should be happening and instead of asking or talking to me, you treated me like crap and shut me out. Hell, you still haven’t apologized for any of it. Do you feel even the slightest bit guilty? Do you even care that you hurt me over and over again?”

  “Don’t delude yourself, Reagan, you liked some of the stuff I did to you, even some of the things I said. You were wet and ready every fucking time I touched you.”

  Reagan couldn’t take it anymore; spinning around, she slapped him across the face.

  “I might have liked some of it, Tank, but that doesn’t make up for the rest.” Reagan was so mad, the sting on her palm barely registered. She had never been a violent person, but this was bullshit. All he had to do was say he was sorry, show some regret for his actions, but no, not Tank, he was the same arrogant cocky bastard he had been since the accident.

  “You and Tuck were playing me this whole fucking time, admit it. Own your own mistakes before you decide to judge me. Your reasons might have been sound, but Babe that was fucked up.”

  “You’re right, and I have no problem owning up to the mistakes I made. You want an apology, you’ve got it. But, you need to understand where I was coming from, Tank. I needed to stay under the radar. When you claimed me as your personal Puppet, I didn’t know what to do. When you told me that it was for appearances only that you would never touch me outside of prying eyes, I was kind of relieved. I could still do what needed to be done and not have to worry about the club or the brothers. I was just as safe with you as I would have been with Tuck. I wanted it to be you, can’t you see that?”

  “Babe, you had options, and you took the wrong one. The shit you found affects me. I should have known from the start. I should have been the one figuring out how to take those fuckers down and make them pay for what they did, not only to those girls, but what my Dad did to Georgie and Grace. I should have been the first one you came to, no games. You didn’t give me a chance to do or be anything other than what I was. Now looking back, yeah, I owe you an apology and you’ve got it. I feel like shit for the things I did, but I can’t change it, no matter how much I want to.”

  “I’m sorry too, I can see where you are coming from, but at the time, I thought this was best.”

  “Listen, my feelings for you run deep, fuck, they always have. Yesterday, when I didn’t know where you were or what had happened, while those fuckers had us on our knees, my first and only thoughts were of you. I thought they had you, I thought they hurt you, and then you walked into the Clubhouse with a busted-up lip and a bruise on your cheek, and it infuriated me. I wanted to kill whoever had hurt you. You leaving with Tuck instead of coming to me, Babe, that was the fucking cherry on top. I sat at that bar and drank and thought and got even more pissed. What I did when you came back wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have done it. Fuck, I can’t even excuse it, but it happened. I wanted you to feel as shitty as I did, no matter how wrong it was.”

  Reagan could still see the hurt in his eyes and a little vulnerability, too. Tank wasn’t the type of man to apologize for his actions; he accepted them right or wrong and moved on, but he was standing here, listening to her, and yes, apologizing. She loved him, always had, and she knew, right at that second, she was going to forgive him. Not forget about it, but forgive him for the way he had treated her.

  “I get it, Tank and I’m sorry for ever putting you through any of that,” Reagan said walking a little closer to him, placing her hand on his cheek. “I’m also sorry for lashing out at you, it wasn’t right. It looks like we both need to learn how to control our tempers around each other.”

  “I don’t know babe,” Tank said, pulling her into a hug, kissing the top of her head, “I kind of like your fire.” They stood just like that for a couple of minutes.

  “Tank, I still need to figure out the rest. There are pieces missing, and I can’t figure out who is sending the money and why. Why were the three of them so intent on keeping the RBMC busy? What else were they trying to hide? I’m close, Tank, I know it, I just need to dig a little deeper.”

  “No way, you’re out of this. You’ve already put yourself in danger by getting the information about my wreck, I’m not going to let you do anymore.”

  “It’s not your choice, Tank. I started this, and I’m going to finish it. You don’t own me and you sure as hell can’t order me around, didn’t you learn anything from what we just talked about?” Reagan moved away from him going back to the kitchen counter it was that or leave the cabin all together, just when she thought they were making progress he pulled the same old shit again.

  God, it was sick, but Reagan was turning him on, his dick was hard, and his balls were pulled up tight. This was who he always knew she was, the same girl who never let him get away with shit, but it was time to set her straight. Tank stalked her and Reagan did her best to avoid him, only increasing his hunger for her. The cabin was small, and his prey only had so many places she could go. Once she backed herself up into the wall, he struck. Grabbing the hair at the back of her neck he pulled slightly causing her to look up at him.

  “Oh, I own you, Reagan, just like you own my ass. It’s been like that for a fucking long time, the only difference now is I’m not going to fight it anymore. There aren’t any lies or secrets between us and I don’t plan on stopping the inevitable. Pretty fucking soon you’re going to realize it and go with it because there isn’t any other choice.”

  Then he did what he had been dying to do the moment he saw her sitting on the dock; smashing his mouth down on to hers, he took possession of her lips. She tried to fight it at first, but it was a losing battle, he would have what he wanted. When she finally started to relax and submit to his assault, Tank dragged his hand down her thigh, bringing it up to his hip, so he could show her exactly what he was feeling.

  God, she was so hot, her pussy was burning him from inside his jeans. He wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and sink balls deep, but that would have to wait. He knew if he did that now, there would be no going back. She would either stay or leave, and he wasn’t willing to take the chance of her leaving. Her tongue fought him for the dominate position making him smile. Reagan was just as into the kiss as he was, but she would soon learn he always came out on top. Bringing his hand up her side, he cupped her breast and then pinched her nipple hard.

  Reagan screamed and shattered in his arms; damn his girl was fucking perfect. She’d just detonated from his touch and kiss alone. He couldn’t wait to see how she responded once he finally got her into a bed. Tank had heard the door open and Suzie’s gasp. Reagan was still out of it on her pleasure induced high, so she hadn’t noticed anything and the dirty bastard that he was relished in that fact.

  “Babe, we have company,” Tank said, kissing her forehead.

  “What... Oh, shit.” Reagan tried to push Tank away, but it was like trying to the move the vehicle he was named after; until his arrogant ass decided to move, he wasn’t going anywhere. Good thing he decided to let her go a second later.

  S
uzie’s cheeks were a bright pink, and Brass was grinning ear to ear.

  “Well hell, kids, we heard the screaming and came running, but damned if we shouldn’t have stayed out on the dock.” Suzie tried to cover it, but she was laughing her ass off, and Reagan wanted to die. Sure, Tank had gotten her off in public more than a few times, but hell this was just different. Argh!

  “Did you just growl, Rea?” Brass asked.

  “Nope, you must be hearing things, that happens with age.”

  “Okay, whatever you say. So, what’s the plan kids? Tuck wants us back for Church in a couple of hours.”

  “We’re all going back to the Clubhouse, Reagan and Suzie can hang out, and the rest of us will come up with a plan.”

  “Ah, no,” Reagan said, “that’s not what’s going to happen. I’m not going back to the Clubhouse, now or ever. Not after last night. Furthermore, Suzie and I are going to go through the files I have and figure out what to do next. You and Brass can make tracks and do whatever the hell you want.”

  “No, babe, that’s not what’s going to happen. Fuck, listen the RBMC is set up to investigate this shit, it’s part of what we do. You and Suzie have no business messing around in this. Hell, you deserve a fucking spanking for what you’ve done so far and don’t think that isn’t going to happen sometime soon.”

  “Yeah, promises, promises,” Reagan said, walking forward, pressing her extended finger into his chest. “Let me tell you something. Brayden. I’m the one that found this, I’m the one that tracked the money, and I’m going to be the one that finishes it. Those fuckers wanted my little sister; all of them need to go down and right now that won’t happen. So, you’re going to let me do what I do with Suzie’s help and stay the fuck out of it.”

  “Suzie Q’s not getting involved in this shit,” Brass yelled, “she’s a fucking waitress, and I refuse to let any of you put her ass in danger, and, shit, these people can and will do that. No, the MC will be taking over. I agree with Tank, you and Suzie are out of this.”