11
TUCKER TOWN
SYDNEY
Sydney melted from his words, but it was more than that. It was everything Tank offered. He was the total package.
“We need sleep.” She nudged him off her, pushed out of bed, and checked the time on her phone. “It’s almost four. What time does the team show?”
“Eight, latest,” Tank said. “I want more of my woman.”
Though tempting, they needed to catch some zzzz’s. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Wild thang, you gotta move your stuff into another suite.”
“Why do you care what people think?”
“I’m an outsider. The group is risking their safety by allowing me to stay here. What we do between the sheets, over the sheets, in the shower—” she waggled her eyebrows— “is none of their business.”
“Gotcha.”
They entered the en suite bathroom. She turned on theshower, pulled her hair into a bun, while he cleaned himself up. Once the water heated, they stepped into the stall, built for one. It was tight, more so because he took up the space of two men, but she liked having him right next to her.
“You first,” he said.
She washed her face while he sudsed his hands. Then, he powered them over her body, gentling on her breasts and between her legs. She stood there basking in the hot water and in her amazingly attentive man.
Wait, am I getting ahead of myself? Is he my man?
“Are you mine?” she blurted.
“One hundred percent,” he replied.
As he knelt to wash her legs, she ran her fingers over his wet hair. “I hope you never cut your hair.”
“What if I go bald?”
“I’ll shave my head.”
He laughed, caressed her foot. “Lift.”
She balanced on one leg while he gently cleaned between her toes. Her feet were super ticklish, and she jerked it away.
He peered up at her. “Someone’s ticklish.”
When he finished washing her other foot, he pressed his mouth to her pelvis area and kissed her skin. Then, he slid his hand up her thigh between her legs, ran his finger over her opening. “Daddy wants to make his baby purr.”
As her body jump-started, he stood, towering over her. She shuddered in a breath as his talented digits stroked and teased, swirled and penetrated.
“So wet for me,” he growled in her ear. “You’re so sexy, Sydney.”
She gripped his waist, leaned against his massive body, and received his gift. Talented fingers working her like a maestro while she moaned through the onslaught of pleasure.
“Do you like this?”
“So much,” she groaned out. “I love how you touch me. You feel incredible.”
