She's All Mine(17)

When I woke up this morning and Tank wasn’t in bed with me, I had a small panic attack. I immediately convinced myself that I needed to leave. My own fears got the best of me until I saw the panic on his face when he realized I was trying to leave. All of the things he’d said the night before come flooding back, reminding me that Tank told me he loved me at one point. I’m not sure if he knows I heard him.

If I’m being honest with myself, then I don’t think Tank is joking about me never leaving. I have no idea why this man has a fascination with me, but I’m going to go with it.

I let him feed me a few more bites. “What about you?” I take the spoon from his hand to feed him a bite. He smiles so big it makes my heart flutter.

“I must be winning you over if you’re sharing your food with me now.” He’s so smug about it. I swear his chest puffs out a touch. I laugh because he’s so freaking adorable. I’m sure that’s not a word people commonly use to describe him, but he really is. He might be one of the biggest men I’ve ever met, but it’s clear he’s the sweetest, too. I guess big men come with big hearts, or maybe I’m special. I enjoy thinking that I’m the only one getting this softer side of him. I want to have something from him that he doesn’t share with anyone else.

“I think after last night you can eat anything of mine.” My eyes widen for a moment and my mouth falls open when I realize what I’ve said. Tank bursts into laughter. “That’s not what I meant,” I rush to add. “I mean you can…I—” I drop my spoon. “I give up.” Tank keeps on chuckling as he picks up the spoon and brings another bite to my mouth. I take it quickly so I have a reason not to speak any more. Who knows what might come out next? Plus, although I’m eating this cold ice cream, my entire face feels like it’s on fire.

“You can drop the spoon, but I’ll always pick it back up for you.” I snort and swallow the bite he gave me. He reaches out, running his hand down my hair. I’ve noticed he loves playing with it. Last night he took every opportunity he could to bury his hands in it. I could feel him stroking it as I slept last night. The tiny touches relaxed me until I fell into a deeper sleep.

“No more half lies.” He tucks the hair behind my ear before placing his elbow on the counter to lean against it, making him eye level with me. “I need you to tell me what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. Like when you walked out here this morning telling me you had to go to class.” His eyes meet mine, waiting for me to reply.

“I’m sorry.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “I do have class, but not until later.” My plan was to sneak out of the apartment and hide out in the library until my afternoon lit class. That way I could avoid Tank and avoid any uncomfortable morning-after talk where he would lie about wanting to see me again and then never call.

I look into his eyes and know how stupid my thought process was. He’s as new to this as I am. At least he has the balls to throw it out there that he wants to spend the day with me. I’d just immediately thought the worst and tried to avoid him. It’s a bad habit I have from years of disappointing my parents. If I thought someone is disappointed in me, I avoid them. It doesn’t look like that’s going to fly with Tank. He’s going to push me to open up and I want that. Maybe if I open up to him he’ll start to do the same.

“How about you come to the gym with me while I train and then after, we can head over to your dorm and pick up your books?”

“What will you do while I study?”

“Read. Play Fortnite. Look at you. Mostly look at you.” He gives me a crooked grin.

“I like that plan.” I lean forward, wanting to show him I’m not running and brush my mouth against his. He groans and slides his hands into my hair. When I pull back from the kiss I realize that he has moved us. I’m not exactly sure how we moved from the kitchen to his bathroom, but I’m not going to complain about it. Tank is now standing behind me while I face the mirror.

“Raise your hands up, Treasure,” he whispers while lightly kissing the back of my neck.

I raise my hands toward the ceiling. Tank takes his sweet time lifting the oversized shirt he gave me over my head. I squirm, feeling his erection pressing into my back. My shirt hits the floor and I look up into the mirror to see him staring back at me. Our eyes stay locked as I feel his fingers trace down my neck and my collar bone, making goosebumps break out across my skin.

“How did I get so lucky, Treasure?” he whispers before he breaks eye contact with me and begins kissing the spots he just traced.

The only thing I can do is watch him in the mirror. The sight of his broad chest and my tiny frame is so arousing. I watch as my nipples pebble and his hands reach around to tug at them. I let out a loud moan as he continues to caress me. My hands reach back on their own to grab his muscular ass, trying to get him as close to me as possible. His cock is rock hard against my back.

“I need you, Tank. Please,” I beg.

“You’re so beautiful and perfect. I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you,” he whispers.

“You better.” He keeps treating me like this and he can keep me forever. I turn around to give him a stern look so he knows I’m serious. He lets out a small laugh and kisses my lips.

“Shower and then your place.” I nod as I watch him flip on the shower while pulling my hair up in a tight knot so it doesn’t get wet. “You’ll have to wear another one of my shirts.” He walks back over to me. “Sorry, babe, but I ripped that pretty shirt you made.”