Tank

Welcome to book 3! This is Tank and Nova's story (yes, that Nova :D) This story is filled with drama. Nova is not the girl most would believe she is. This book will be a ride! Don't forget to comment if you're reading and let me know how you like the book. Remember comments help me know if I should post the next book once this one is over and if I should keep them free!!!! Tank There aren’t many ways to describe a man like me. Not many that actually ring true, at least. If you ask the people of this town to describe me, they’d tell you I was a monster, a criminal, a murderer, an outlaw. And they’d be right; I am all of those things. However, what they don’t see is the good man inside of me. You can laugh, it’s all right. Men like me aren’t all good men. Bikers, I mean. Some of us are awful. We have to be. Weakness gets you killed. But there is good inside me, even if I do hide it. There is good in every man belonging to Snakes Henchmen MC. Yes, we do terrible things, but only to those who deserve it. I’m a biker born and raised. My old man was a biker, my mother a biker’s Old Lady. My older brother is a biker, and my father’s best friends and their kids are all bikers. The MC life is all I’ve ever known. I was born into it. I eat, breathe, sleep, shi.t, fuc.k, and bleed my MC. I’ve bled, killed, and almost died for the men of my club more than once. Ain’t no adrenaline rush in the world could compare to fighting for these motherfuckers. We’re brothers through and through. We run this town. Hell, we run Tennessee. Well, as long as we keep out of the local Mafia’s way, they stay out of ours. Ain’t no need to cause trouble when trouble ain’t caused for you. Says our Prez, anyway. Puss.y is what I live for. Ain’t it what all badass men live for? Hell, every straight man on earth. Take the puss.y I’ve got two thick fingers inside of right now. Nice and tight, soaking wet. Don’t think it’s been touched all that much in her short life. Ain’t got a fuckin’ clue how old she actually is; just know she’s over twenty-one. She wouldn’t be in this clubhouse if she wasn’t. Shepard is adamant that no girl under that age can work the bar or the brothers if she’s not old enough. Slu.t riding my hand, blonde, slim, small tit.s, is practically screaming as I finger fuc.k her. Damn, has this girl ever been with a real man? I might be wrong, which I never am, but when a woman gushes as she cum.s all over the damn place, there ain’t no better sense of pride. Yeah, any woman can squirt, but you gotta know exactly how to touch ‘em to make it count. This bitc.h is squirting like she’s pissing! “On your knees.” I push her down onto her knees, and her little hands are already tearing at my belt, ripping at my zipper. My coc.k is rock hard, thick, and throbbing for her. “Taste it. Suck it hard, little girl.” Alright, this chick is hot and then some, but I seriously can’t fuckin' stand it when bitche.s act all shy and giggly like they ain’t never sucked a dic.k before. It’s damn evident from the way she’s attacking my coc.k that she’s sucked plenty in her time. Can’t deny that it feels good, though. She’s got a gift. I grab her head and push her down further. Bitc.h doesn’t even gag. Proves my point much? Most women her size and age would gag on a dic.k as long and thick as mine. I love making ‘em gag. Trust me to pick one who ain’t got a damn gag reflex. Fuc.k this shi.t. I pull her up on her feet by her hair, spin her around, and bend her the fuc.k over my bed. I slap her ass hard. She screams and winds her hips. Yeah, this bitc.h has been begging for this since the second she saw me. I wrap my dic.k in latex... Never fuc.k a slut without wrapping it up. My daddy taught me that early on in life. I might be a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I slam into her. She’s even tighter than I first thought. She might be a slut but she definitely ain’t taken many dick.s, or they’ve been damn small. Most are compared to me. “Oh, God...!” That’s right, slut, call for the almighty. Ain’t gonna help ya here, though. I don’t know what it is about me, but I never seem to have a connection to any of the women I fuc.k. That’s why I fuc.k ‘em from behind. I make them cu.m, and I shoot my load. I’m a man, and that’s what we do. But just for once in my life, I’d like to find a woman that gets me. A woman that turns me inside fuckin’ out with her body, her mouth, her mind. Her everything. Does any such woman exist? I want to be able to make love to a woman. I want to look into her eyes when I thrust my hungry co.ck deep inside of her. I want her to call my name as she cum.s. Call it because it’s the only thing she can think as her body shatters in ecstasy. I want to feel her nails piercing my skin, her legs tight around my waist to the point my kidneys ache with the effort. I want my mouth all over her. I want to make her squirt to the point her whole body is locked and shaking. I want so much more than I’ll ever have. Right now is all I’m good for. My balls draw up. I’m about ready to get this over with; I’m already bored. Another problem for me. It takes at least three women at once to keep me interested these days. I slap blonde slut’s ass again. I can’t even remember her name. How terrible is that? “Fuckin’ ride me, bitc.h. I wanna feel you cummin’ on my coc.k.” “God, yes!” Her ass slams against me as she fuck.s me for all she’s worth. She’s a trier; there’s no doubt about that. “Fuc.k, Tank, I’m cumming!” Fuc.k yeah, she is! “Come on, slut,” Her hair in my hand, I ride her to fuckin’ ecstasy. “Let me feel that fuckin’ puss.y squeeze my dic.k dry!” Most women will scream through their orgas.m if you fuc.k them just right. Ain’t ever met a woman who hasn’t screamed for me yet. Always my name on their lips when they do. It makes a man feel good. Helps him cu.m. I fuc.k her through both our orgasm.s. As soon as mine’s over, I pull out and drop her to the bed. Once I cu.m, I’m gone. Everyone knows that especially the club whore.s. Why do we call them something so vulgar? Because that’s what they are. Whore.s who give it up to anyone. If they didn’t like the name, they wouldn’t come here. Besides, they’ve never complained. Most wear the name like a badge of honor. Weirdos. “That was...” “Yeah,” I zip myself back up. I never get naked unless I know it's gonna be an all-nighter. This was just half an hour where I needed to blow off steam before meeting Jett at the bar. “Get dressed and get out.” She looks at me with confused, angry tears in her eyes as she lies there on my bed naked as the day she was born. “Ah, don’t look at me like that.” I grab her clothes from the floor and throw them at her. “I’m a fuc.k ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy. Most of us are. Somebody ought to have told you that before you came into my clubhouse looking for trouble.” “You’re a jerk.” I laugh loudly and nod in agreement. However, that isn’t me. I’m not this bastard. Not deep down. Yet, I have to be just to get these women off of me. Believe me, you fuc.k some, and they think you want to marry them. I’ve been in this life the whole of mine. I know how the women who hang around the club work. They get you into bed and think they’re made in the club. No one wants to claim a whor.e. Not when every one of your brothers has stuck his dic.k in it. If I ever find a woman I want to claim, trust me, she won’t have been with every man this side of the U.S. If she’s mine, she’s mine alone. I need a fuckin’ drink! “Have fun?” I flip Ghost the bird. Motherfucke.r gets on my damned nerves. I slip onto the barstool next to Jett. My brother in every sense other than actual blood. We’ve been friends our whole lives. Our parents were best friends right up until mine were killed when I was sixteen. Jett’s parents helped my brother raise me after the fact. Only God knows who I’d be now if it wasn’t for them. Jett's VP here, Shepard, his father, President. I’m sometimes Enforcer. Enforcer isn’t my title, but I do it anyway. Cueball’s getting old. I think he’s starting to forget shi.t. But he’s been with this club longer than most of us have been alive, ain’t nobody gonna force him into retirement. “What’s up, Brother?” I shrug at Jett while nodding to Tammy to hand me a cold beer, which she does with a smile. Tammy’s one of us, Red’s Old Lady, a good girl whom we all love. “You look like you lost a million dollars, not just fucke.d the hottest piece of ass in the place.” “She was alright.” “Just alright?” He laughs. Jett’s a big guy, fuck.s more women than I do, but he’s a fuckin’ good guy. All the damn women want him. He’s a good-looking guy. Why wouldn’t they? He ain’t the restless kind. Loves his bike, loves this club, his family, fighting, killing, and fuckin’, and not necessarily in that order. However, I have to believe there’s more to life than just fuckin’ whichever slut is on hand at the time. There’s gotta be a woman out there just for me. One I can feel something for when I’m with her. I probably sound pathetic. An outlaw biker who wants to find the woman for him, the one he can claim, the one to bear his children. But I’m not getting any younger. I’m pushing thirty, and I have fuc.k all to show for my life. I’m proud of my club. We’re the damn mother charter. I ain’t never gonna be no one without them. But I’m ready, you know? I’m ready to find that girl and settle down... sort of. “You’ve got that look in your eyes again, Tank. The one that screams this ain’t enough for you.” “This club’s always been enough for me, Brother. Just think it’s time I found the right girl, you know?” “Only you,” He laughs while shaking his head. Running joke between us. He thinks it’s fuckin’ suicid.e to wanna give up all those women before you’re forty. He doesn’t want to settle down and says there are too many beautiful women to please him. Whatever floats his boat. I guess since my mother passed away, I’ve always wanted to find the girl of my dreams and make her mine. There has to be more to life than fuckin’, fighting, making money. I know, laughable, right? Call me whatever you want, but it’s true. Who knows, maybe she’ll walk through that door one day, and I’ll just know. And pigs might actually fly!