Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
He takes a deep breath just as a car horn beeps outside. “Who’s that?” I ask him.
He points toward the door. “It’s a surprise for you.”
The way he says it, I know I’ve upset him and hurt his feelings, and that was never my intention. “Tank,” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
“We’ll finish this later, Ava. The guys are here, and I think—fuck—I hope you’re going to be happy about this.”
I nod and watch as he walks away from me. I hate this feeling that there’s strife between us. This past week has been beyond perfection. We’ve gotten to know each other and spent a lot of time together. I kept waiting for some kind of bombshell, like I’d find out something about him that I didn’t know already, but there’s been nothing. He’s been attentive and then given me space when I needed it. He’s given me gifts, listened to me talk about my dreams and what I want to do, and this is how I repay him. It kills me to think that he believed for one second that I would want to leave him.
He opens the front door and waves for me to go through it. I walk past him and miss his touch. He usually has a hand on me anytime we’re near each other. When I get to the porch, Maverick and Glock are standing at the rear of a truck. They open the back door, sliding it up, and it’s then I recognize it.
Tank comes up behind me, still not touching me. “I told them to be careful with the photography equipment.”
I turn and look up at him. “You had them get all my stuff.”
He nods. “Yeah, I wanted you to be happy here.”
“Tank, I am happy—”
But I don’t get it out. Maverick and Glock are climbing the porch. “Where do you want it?”
They’re asking Tank, but he’s looking at me. “Where do you want it?”
I can see the challenge in his face, and he’s asking me more than just what’s obvious. “Well, I’m staying in our bedroom with you... so I guess in the spare bedroom for now.”
He nods, still looking at me. “You heard her, boys.”
They walk past us and into the house. Tank and I join in carrying things, even though they won’t let me carry much. I ask Maverick when we’re passing each other on trips, “How did you get into the dorms?”
He nods his head at Tank. “He set it up. He had us check on Cassie while we were there, and she helped us get in.”
I grab more stuff, and it’s an insane feeling, knowing that I’ve known Tank for such a short time and everything he’s done for me. He’s proven over and over how he feels about me.
On one of the trips, I hear Tank ask Glock, “What about that other thing? You got that handled?”
Glock nods his head. “Yes, it’s uh, at the barn.”
Tank only nods and pats Glock on the back before passing me.
When we get everything in, I hug both Maverick and Glock, thanking them. Both of them were obviously uncomfortable with the affection, but at least they didn’t pull away.
When they leave, I shut and lock the door behind them. Tank is in the spare bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing in here just standing?”
He shrugs. “I knew you’d want to thank them, and I figured that would include a hug. I wasn’t sure if I could control myself and not hit one of them in the face... so I stayed in here.”
I walk up to him. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, Tank Griffin.”
He shakes his head, and I know he’s going to disagree with me, tell me that he doesn’t deserve me, but I’m not going to let that happen. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and reach for the button on his jeans. I pull down his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock is already hard and juts out between us. I lean in and press my lips to the tip of him.
This whole week, Tank has worshipped my body, and by the time he was done with me, I could barely move. It’s time that I give him at least some of what he’s given me, even if I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing.
His hips jerk, and he hisses my name. “Ava...”
I smile and stick my tongue out, tracing the length of him. His hand wraps around my hair, and I open my mouth, taking him in. It’s too much, he’s too wide, too long, too everything, but I’m not giving up. I draw myself back and then do it again, relaxing my throat muscles. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, wanting more of him. His grunt of “oh, fuck” tells me he likes it, and so I do it again.