Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) by Michelle Woods Page A

arm had lifted her off her feet. A hard male body was pressed against her back making her whimper in lust. Fuck, it was Tank.
    “No , you’ve had enough of that, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear, making her body break out in goose bumps. She shivered, and moaned leaning into him. Damned the man for being so damned sexy. She wanted to hate him, only she couldn’t.
    “No, I want ‘nother one.” She told him, trying to get him to release her.
    “Nope, not tonight. Dog told me you could barely walk.” Tank chuckled.
    Annie growled, he thought he was so in control, and he wasn’t. He didn’t control her. She clawed at his arm trying to free herself. Tank felt her nails sink into his arm and yelped.
    “Ouch. Damn, you little hellcat. Stop. You do not need any more of that punch. Now, behave.” Tank muttered.
    He’d been at Trick’s stag poker party over at the clubhouse when Dog had come over to Wink to check on the women. They’d all been a little concerned with what their women were up to. They’d sent five prospects to the club with the women, but none of the men at the poker party had really trusted those idiots to do anything besides keep the other yahoos away from their women. Dog had shown up to find all the women were sloshed. Tank had almost brought his gun here with him when Dog told his woman was rubbing against Rattler. That boy had a death wish, and he’d have been happy to oblige.
    “ I will not! You’re mean. You don’t give me screaming gasums…” She didn’t think that had come out right, but with her brain all fuzzy she wasn’t sure.
    “What?” He asked.
    “They’re all talking about it. They want screaming orgasms.” Stick told him as he went by wiggling his brows and following Brandy to the door.
    “Ah” Tank said, finally understanding what she was talking about. He grinned; he’d been taking things slow. He wanted to keep Annie, and he could tell that she was the type of woman who took her ‘screaming orga sms’ and left. He wanted to keep her, so he needed her to crave him, to need him like a drug. He lifted her despite her protests, throwing her over his shoulder. He walked out with her, all the while she hit his back and screeched for him to put her down. He ignored her and walked out of the bar. He was taking his woman home, and he was going to give her what she’d asked for. Just not in the way she wanted.

Chapter 9
     
    Tank carried Annie into his house twenty minutes later because she’d refused with a pout to get off his bike. He’d laughed and scooped her up without even listening to the insults she hurled at him as she pounded on his back. She was a messy drunk.
    “Pig!” Annie yelled, at Tank as he carried her inside and up the stairs. She expected him to carry her to the guest room, but he kicked open the door to his room. She was thrown, literally thrown down on his bed. She tried to scramble off the other side, but somehow she managed to get tangled up in the covers.
    Tank laughed, watching Annie fight the covers. The bed had been made and she’d still managed to somehow get tangled in them. He wondered how much of the punch she’d drank.
    “How much of that punch did you drink, babe?” Tank asked.
    “None, of your buzniss…buisnuss…whatever.” She slurred, glaring at him from beneath the tangled covers.
    “Well, let’s get you to sleep.” Tank said, gathering the covers to help her free herself with another laugh.
    “Bassterd, I knew you woouldn’t give me screaming orgasms.” Annie tried to get away from him as he gathered her into his arms and began to remove her jeans.
    “I’d be an ass if I took you tonight, sweetheart. You’re plastered.”
    “Am not!” She screamed, fighting him again. He pulled her shoes and jeans off her and pushed her back on the bed. He didn’t have to worry about her escaping the bed while he got his own clothes off because she was already tangled in the sheet. He removed everything except his boxers,