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I watched her eat, still considering if it was going to be a good idea to just drag her out of this place without warning. She was a slow eater, and she was taking her time with the food.
“So since you don’t want to talk about your parents, what else do you want to talk about? There is so much I want to know about you,” she continued, and I grabbed my fifth bottle of beer tightly in my hand. I took a big sip and banged it down on the table.
The sound startled Noelle a little, and she dropped her fork down on her plate and stared at me. Without explanation, I stood up from my chair and started dragging my wallet out of my pocket.
“We’re leaving now,” I said and eyed the men at the bar.
“What? Why?” she asked, dabbing the sides of her mouth with the napkin on her lap.
“Because I’m taking you home,” I said, and she stared up at me wide eyed. I pulled out as much cash as I had in my wallet and slapped it down on the table. It was definitely more than I owed, but now wasn’t the time to be careful with money.
The two Dragon Knights were still watching us, and they knew that I was about to leave.
“Noelle lets go,” I said, trying to make myself sound as casual and calm as possible. She had her brows crossed and her mouth set in a firm line.
“Why? I don’t understand, Tank. Please, just explain it to me,” she said, in a weak, desperate voice and I walked around the table to her. I reached for her hand, and she allowed me to take it.
“I want to take you home because I don’t want to talk anymore,” I said and stared into her blue eyes.
Her expression went from looking dazed and confused to a sudden realization dawning on her. She bit down on her lip and nodded her head.
“Okay, let's go. I don’t want to talk anymore either,” Noelle said and stood up.
I walked ahead of her, keeping a firm grip on her hand as I weaved us around the tables. I was taking the farthest possible route away from the bar, but I had my eyes on the two men. I was ready to pull out my gun on a moment’s notice and shield Noelle with my body if I had to.
Even though they watched us walk towards the door, neither of them made a move. I pulled Noelle around and lightly pushed her out of the door, stepping out behind her and looking over my shoulder at the guys.
Now with Noelle in my life, I realized that everything was going to change. I was going to become a man who always looked over his shoulder because I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I didn’t want to be responsible for any harm to Noelle. It was going to make me weak. It was going to make me susceptible to defeat, and I did not like the sound of that.
CHAPTER10
Noelle
Tank was intense when he brought me back to his apartment. I had ridden on the backseat of his bike, with my arms thrown around his stomach and I was worried if I was hurting his wound. He didn’t show it even if I was.
Tank’s apartment was clean but typically a man’s house. He had the bare minimum furniture, but everything was in its place. He led me into the living room and flipped the light switch on, then threw his leather jacket on the couch.
I looked around me, at his large screen TV and the coffee table and water rings on the surface, while Tank walked over to the window and parted the curtains slightly to look outside.
“Expecting someone?” I asked, and he turned to look at me again. His hazel eyes were narrowed and dark, he stared at my face for a few moments before his expression softened. His gaze drifted down to my breasts. I knew the dress I was wearing showed cleavage and he seemed to like that.
“No, I’m not,” he said and walked swiftly towards me.
“Look, Noelle…I know tonight was supposed to just be a regular date…” he began to say, and I could see that he looked genuinely apologetic. I smiled at him and placed my clutch on the coffee table beside us.
“Tank, I’m here now. You don’t have to apologize to me for bringing me here,” I said, in a quiet voice and he stepped closer to me.
“It’s just that I couldn’t sit in that place, looking at you in this dress, hearing you talk…and do nothing else,” he murmured, bringing his face close to mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and I bit down on my lip.
“I have to admit that it was getting difficult to just sit there for me too,” I said, feeling the tops of my cheeks flush. Something about Tank, something about the way I wanted him…made me bolder, more courageous to speak my mind. I didn’t feel like I needed to make pretenses around him, or like I had to try to be someone else who I was not.
“Why? Why was it so difficult for you?” he asked, and then he brought up his hands to my face, clasping my cheek with one hand. The sensation of his large rough hands meeting my skin sent shivers down my spine, and for a few moments; I felt tongue tied. I could feel the desperate desire growing in me again. Tank was too hot to resist.
“I wanted you to touch me,” I said, in a low, hoarse whisper, a little embarrassed of what I was saying. I had never spoken like this before.
“I’m touching you now,” he said, and he moved his fingers towards my lips. With his thumb, he parted my lips and then slowly, keeping his eyes on my face; he popped his forefinger into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of his skin, and the smooth sliding motion of his finger between my lips reminded me of how his cock had felt inside my mouth. An instinctual moan rose up my throat, which made Tank’s eyelids droop heavily as he looked at me.
“What else do you want me to do to you, Noelle?” he asked, and I reached for him, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. He slipped his finger in and out of my mouth, while his other hand held on to my waist tightly.
“I want you to touch me everywhere,” I said, a little shyly again, and it brought a smile to Tank’s face. It was like he was enjoying how embarrassed I was of admitting these things.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are,” he growled under his breath, and he slipped his finger out of my mouth, it was wet and glistening with my saliva. He dragged the same hand down my body, over my breasts and my belly, feeling the shape of my curves.
I shuddered in his arms, a little unsteady on my feet as his hand traveled down to the hem of my short cocktail dress. Without wasting any time, Tank pulled up the bottom of my dress, rolling it over my thighs till his hand hovered over my pussy. He caressed the lace of my panties, and rubbed me through the fabric, feeling for wetness. He didn’t need to check, I was dripping wet already.
Then, while I stared up at him, waiting for him to do something to me, he leaned his face towards me and pulled my mouth into his, claiming me abruptly. I gasped as our tongues crashed together, but Tank was the forceful one, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Tasting me, exploring every inch with hunger.
He was using the strength of his body to push me towards the wall, till my back was pinned to it. His lips remained clasped to mine, and he grunted with every thrust of his tongue. His hand traveled down my breasts again, down my belly, till he was roughly pushing aside my panties.
I pulled my mouth away from his for breath when his fingers met my wet folds. He lightly slapped it and then rubbed my pussy again, and I pinned myself further to the wall. My body was overtaken with desire. I could feel the throbbing ache between my legs where his fingers were teasing me. My clit was swollen, my pussy was dripping its juices, running down the insides of my thighs. Tank didn’t stop touching me there, rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb, while his other fingers played with my wet folds.
I glared at him, as though begging for more, and a smile lingered on his face. He enjoyed watching me squirm with desire, shudder with arousal. I could feel my nipples pebbled under my dress, aching for his mouth.
“Tank, please…” I hissed and bit down on my lip, as his fingers continued to tease me. He grew rougher with every second, tormenting my pussy. I wanted more than just his fingers this time.
“Please what?” he asked, and I gulped, trying to find the right words to say. I knew what I wanted, I’d just n
ever said it to anyone before.
“You have to tell me what you want,” he growled and slipped a finger into me, which made me gasp.
“I want you to fuck me,” my voice came out hoarse, and I couldn’t believe I had actually said the words. Tank smiled, pleased with my request and before I knew what was happening, he had slipped his finger out of me and grabbing me by my waist, he had flipped me around.
My breasts pressed against the wall, as he positioned me the way he wanted to have me. Wrapping one strong arm around my belly, he lifted my body up, making sure that my ass stuck out in the air, directed at him.
I could feel my knees weakening at the thought of him taking me from behind. He caressed and squeezed my ass and then used his hands on my thighs to spread my legs apart.
My breasts swung below me, my breathing was harsh and wild. My palms were pressed against the wall for support, and I heard Tank’s belt come off. My arms were covered in goosebumps as I waited for the moment.
He was tugging my tight dress up my ass now, settling it around my hips. All it took him was one quick motion, to rip my panties off and I felt it sliding down my legs to the ground. I was completely exposed to him now. Bare ass and pussy dripping wet, inviting him in.
