Cursed (7 page)

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Matthias finally joined the party as Tank slammed the burly guy into the drywall. A huge hole remained where he landed.

“This is what you allow in your club? Three men to hit your daughter? To try and rape your daughter? That’s what you allow?”

Matthias met his eyes. “She’s nothing but a whore anyway. You should know. She spread her legs for you.”

Tank refrained from hitting him. He wasn’t entirely sure that if he started, that he would be able to stop. “Joss, let’s go.”

Josslyn
came to him holding her shirt together as she walked out of the room. Tank walked toward Matthias and stopped, staring into the bastard’s eyes.

“Next time we meet, it won’t be so pretty.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Tank walked out of the room and met up with his guys.
Josslyn
stood outside with them. For the first time since he arrived, he noticed the busted lip and the bruising on her jaw. He didn’t say anything about it.

“Go home and get yourself cleaned up.” Tank glanced to the side. “I’m going to follow you and then we’ll both go get Jeremy before I go back to the club.”

He turned to Silver who slapped him on the back. “We’ll meet you back at the club.”

They all departed. Tank followed her home and pulled in the driveway behind her. She got out and unlocked the door by the time he reached the porch. He figured she’d try to get away from him, to avoid having the conversation they were about to have.

“Are you okay?”

She took in a shaky breath. “Nothing happened.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He stepped up to her and brushed her hair back from her bruised cheek. “You’re probably going to have a nice bruise in a few hours.”

She closed her eyes. “Not my first.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean
it’s
okay.”

She snorted and moved away from him. “You’re not going to yell at me for going there?”

“Nope.”

“Why?” She turned to meet his eyes. “You always yell at me for doing something stupid.”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “Why did you go?”

“I wanted to know why. Why would they scare a little boy the way that they did? He was scared too, Tank. I’ve been there. My dad took me from my mother when I was three and I didn’t reunite until I was at least twenty. I grew up in that life.”

He could see a mixture of emotions on her face. She wasn’t scared. He saw that. Even with the potential of what could have happened, she wasn’t scared. In the many conversations they’d had over their years together, she’d revealed some of her life to him. Her father passed her around as a sex toy to his prospects when she’d been too young to know any different. It was the life she grew up in. A life he was embarrassed to admit
he
, at one point, wanted.

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”

She let her shirt go. He saw red blotches on her skin from them grabbing at her. Tank took a step closer and pulled her into his arms.

“He’s not going to hurt my son.” She shook her head, determination lacing her voice. “I won’t let that sweet little boy grow up in that environment. And that includes the Charming Bastards too. I don’t care what kind of beefs you have with one another. Deal with it like men instead of dragging an innocent child into it.”

Tank held her for a while. Maybe he needed the closeness or maybe she clung to him. It didn’t really matter. He loved her with his entire being and all it took was one fucking moment for him to realize it.

“Are you okay?” He smoothed his hand along her back.

“I’m fine.” She pulled away from him. “Are you going to get Jeremy?”

“I can.” He followed her into her bedroom. “I thought we’d go get him together.”

She pulled her tattered shirt off and tossed it to the ground. The red bra she wore underneath was lacy and delicate. It lifted her breasts so that they were gently pushed together. His mouth watered.

“I don’t care. I promised him I’d take him to the park.”

Tank grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Gently, he leaned in to press his lips to hers.
Josslyn
was so soft, so delicate. He knew she could take a lot, but he liked it when she let go and let him take care of her as well.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tank brushed her nose with his.

“Even with a huge bruise on my cheek?”

Tank reached around her to unhook her bra. He tugged it from her body and glanced down at her lush breasts. The soft pink nipples beaded under his gaze and he licked his lips.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” He brushed his thumb over her nipple.

“Well, I know how you like your women. Blonde and dumb with an open mouth or open thighs. I can’t really compete with that.”

Tank glanced up at her. “That’s not how I like my women.”

Josslyn
moved away from him and slipped her pants off. “Yeah? How do you like your women?”

“Bound to the headboard while they ride my face.”

He watched her squirm. She didn’t quite look at him as she slipped her panties off. She was nervous. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her nervous about sex.

“Hey,” Tank smoothed his fingers along her arms. “What’s going on? You’re nervous. Is it about what happened at the club?”

She blew out a harsh breath. “I haven’t had sex in three years. You were the last guy I was with and I’m completely out of practice.”

The corners of his lips tilted upward. “After all the times we’ve fucked each other, you’re nervous to be with me again?”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

He pulled her to him, tightening his hold around her wrists. “I had my face between your legs. You didn’t seem too nervous about that.”

“Sex is different.”

“Yes. It is.” He grabbed a scarf from her dresser and went to the center of her bed. “Come here.”

Josslyn
moved over him, straddling his wide chest while he tied her wrists tight with the scarf. He looped it through the headboard and knotted it so she couldn’t move. Her hot body was calling to him and he wanted to drown in it. He clutched her hips and urged her forward until her sweet cunt covered his mouth. He held her open with two fingers and lapped at her clit, loving the way she dropped her head back in response. Her hands clutched the headboard while she rocked her hips, sliding her pussy over his mouth and tongue. He could fuck all the women in the world, but none of them would even begin to compare to
Josslyn
.

She had his heart and nothing could change that fact.

He cupped her ass to him, slipping one finger between her cheeks. Her soft gasp filled the silence as he rubbed the tight little hole. With her clit in his mouth, he slipped his fingers inside her, drawing her moisture to her anus. She used to love anal. God, he remembered how she’d rubbed her ass against his cock, begging for it. He slipped a finger inside her hot body while he sucked her clit. She was close and he gave her just enough of a push to get her what she really needed.

She clutched the headboard, lips parted, eyes closed as she came on top of him. He lifted her slightly so he could watch her take the pleasure he gave her. He wanted to keep her in that euphoric state. He wanted to make her forget the outside world for a while.

When she sagged above him, he gently lifted her off and moved to the side. He’d brought a few condoms with him to leave at her house for when things got hot again, but he wasn’t entirely sure there were enough to fully sate his need. He grabbed one of them and tossed it to the bed.

“Can you undo me?”

“We’re not done.”

She nodded. “I know. I really need to look at my cheek. It’s starting to hurt.”

He didn’t even let her finish before undoing the scarf. She pulled her wrists free and stood from the mattress, escaping to the bathroom. He didn’t want to be a worrywart, but he followed her anyway, watching as she studied her cheek in the mirror.

“You okay?”

“No.” She turned toward him. “It’s really bad. It’s tight and it hurts.”

“Will ice help?”

“Maybe.” She reached in the cabinet for some pain reliever. “I really hope my eye doesn’t turn black. I won’t be able to answer Jeremy’s questions.”

Tank grew pissed off all over again. Those bastards were so damn lucky that he didn’t watch them punch her. He was certain they’d be dead and he’d be in jail.

“I’ll get some ice. Get back on the bed.”

He left the room for the kitchen and filled a glass full of ice cubes for her. He grabbed a dish towel and carried it back to her bedroom, surprised to see that she listened to him.

He sat the glass on the nightstand and tugged his shirt off, tossing it to the side. “Your house is limited on the bondage play I want to do, but I’m going to improvise.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “I’m a mom to a three year old. If it isn’t motorcycles or coloring books, I don’t have it.”

He unzipped his pants. “Was the motorcycles his thing or your thing?”

“Both.” She opened her eyes to watch him. “We had some good times. It wasn’t all bad.”

Tank nodded and grabbed the condom. “Yeah. Like me eating you out on the back of my bike.”

“I was thinking more of the time we had sex on the back of your bike.”

He pinched the rubber and placed it at the tip of his cock. “Or the time we fucked in the Harley Davidson store.”

She smiled at him. “I sucked you off. We didn’t fuck.”

“You sure about that?” He rolled the rubber down his thick length. “I remember you dragging me into some guy’s office and we fucked on his desk.”

She stared at him. “That wasn’t Harley Davidson. That was the car dealership.”

He grinned. “Well, the point is the same. We’ve had some fun times.”

He grabbed the glass and towel and stretched out beside her. The bruise didn’t look bad, but he could see that her cheek was swollen. He dumped a few ice cubes in the towel and held it to her.

“Better?”

“As long as I don’t move.”

He picked up an ice cube and traced her areola. She gasped as her nipple hardened, the tip looking painfully erect as he continued to tease her. Before she could pull away, he leaned down and scraped his teeth along the cold tip, drawing it into his mouth. She moaned and clutched his head, sliding her fingers through his hair as he sucked her nipple. Before she could get used to it, he brought the ice back, teasing her with the coldness. He loved her soft gasps mixed with harsh groans. He worked his way down her body, letting the ice trail along her skin. Goose pimples dotted her stomach as he slid the ice along the flat expanse. His warm mouth quickly followed behind. Water pooled in her bellybutton and he lapped at it with the tip of his tongue. He tossed the melted ice cube in the glass and took out a fresh one.

Inching his way lower,
Josslyn
squirmed as the coldness touched her pelvic bone. Water dripped down her slit and she cried out, spreading her legs even wider for him. He stopped, grinning up at her.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” He held the ice cube at her pelvic bone, letting the water drip down from it. “A hot little cunt.”