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

then freed her from the covers again before tucking her against his side.
    “Go to sleep, sweetheart. If you still want screaming or gasms in the morning I will be happy to oblige.” Tank said, curling against her. She felt right lying next to him in his bed. She grumbled and fought a bit before settling.
    “Promise.” She finally whispered.
    “Yeah, sweetheart. I promise.” His cock throbbed in anticipation. It had been hard not taking her for the last few days. He placed his hand on her hip, hoping that she would sleep soon. He was horny as fuck, and if she pressed him on the orgasm issue, he might cave in. And with the condition she was in he’d feel like a total dickhead. He wasn’t surprised a few minutes later to hear her quiet snores. Yep, she’d been beyond sloshed, he thought smiling into her shoulder as he fell into a peaceful sleep with his woman cradled in his arms.
     
     
    Annie awoke feeling a hard lump under her head. She must be at another one of those motels that her mother always loved. She punched the pillow hoping it would soften, only the pillow grunted and moved. What the hell? She sat up a bit, only to groan and lay right back down. Holy shit, her head. Who’d let that little man loose with the jackhammer. She thought, holding her head to stop the incessant pounding. That was when the party last night came rushing back. Hell, she’d drank way too much of that punch. Someone should have warned her that shit was poison.
    Annie realized that she was laying on Tank’s chest. His naked chest. Fuck, had they slept together and she’d been too drunk to appreciate it? She wanted to cry at the thought. Because everything from last night was a blur, after her third cup of that punch. What the hell had they put in that shit? She had hazy memories of him arriving and carrying her home, but that was it. If she’d slept with the man she at least wanted to remember it. She had a feeling the hot kisses he’d been heaping on her were only the beginning and she’d missed it. God really did hate her.
    “Good morning, sunshine. Did you have to try and maim me again this morning?” Tank asked, when she looked at him through the curtain of her hair.
    “Sorry, I thought you were the pillow.” She muttered, still out of sorts that they’d slept together and she couldn’t even remember it. It sucked.
    “So, you still in the mood for screaming orgasms?” He asked , grinning.
    Damn, had she asked him for that, she couldn’t remember. Had he already given her a few she couldn’t remember, she wondered.
    “Did we…you know?” She asked.
    “Did we you know, what?” Tank asked, laughing at her adorable nervous expression.
    “Sex.” She clipped out.
    “Well…” He drew it out seeing her eyes widen and she looked like she’d just sucked on a lemon. “No.” He whispered close to her ear.
    “Wha-what…why not?” She demanded, her eyes narrowing.
    “Sweetheart, I may be an asshole, but even I don’t take advantage of obviously sloshed women.” Tank said, watching her with desire in his eyes.
    “Oh.” Was all she said, looking confused.
    “Now, about those orgasms.” Tank began, but she jerked up and away from him. Standing beside the bed , she headed to the door.
    “Uhh, I have to use the bathroom.” She said , as she scurried out of the room headed to the guest room like the hounds of hell were chasing her. Tank watched, chuckling. He allowed her the allusion that she could escape him. He knew that tonight when she was feeling better she wasn’t going to be sleeping in his guest room. Smiling, he headed to the shower. His woman was going to need Aunt Mae’s hangover remedy, and breakfast if tonight was going to go as planned. He grinned at his reflection.
     
     
     
    Today had been a good day, Annie thought. Tank had made her a headache remedy that she wanted to bottle and sell. Cause it was amazing. If she’d had that when she was younger, she never would have left her partying