TANK: Lords of Carnage MC by Daphne Loveling

Author:Daphne Loveling [Loveling, Daphne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-26T23:00:00+00:00

When I open my eyes some hours later, the sun is already coming up, the pink light of the morning seeping in through the window. Tank’s arm rests on my stomach, flung over me as he sleeps by my side.

It feels so intimate. Maybe even more intimate than everything we did last night, somehow. For a moment, I let myself bask in the glow of just being here with him. The warmth and weight of him. The comfort of being next to someone else. Except, unfortunately, his arm is pretty heavy.

And even more unfortunately, it’s pressing on my uncomfortably full bladder.

“Shit,” I hiss softly as my mind starts to clear and I realize the predicament I’m in. I never planned to stay overnight. Now I have to get myself out of here somehow, before it gets weird and awkward between us. I shift in the bed, bracing myself on my forearms in hopes of sliding out from under Tank’s arm without waking him. Inch by inch, I’m almost to the edge of the bed when his large hand curls around my ribcage and pulls me back.

“Where you goin’?” he rumbles, voice deep and heavy with sleep.

“It’s morning,” I half-whisper.

“I noticed.”

“What if Wren wakes up?”

“She’s not up yet. It’s still early. The sun’s barely up.” Tank shifts onto his side, facing me. His hair is wild, hanging in his eyes, and somehow it makes him even sexier. He gives me a sleepy, lopsided grin. “C’mere.”

A flush of pleasure blooms on my skin at the seductive way he’s looking at me. The memory of last night — and the prospect of a repeat — sounds so good that I almost give in. But my bladder is not about to take no for an answer. I squirm away from Tank’s reach and push back the covers.

“I have to pee.”

“Hurry back,” he smirks.

I yank on my shirt and jeans and open the door as soundlessly as possible. Pulling it closed behind me, I pad to the bathroom, where I close that door just as carefully, and flip the lock. I unbutton my jeans and sit down on the toilet, letting out a quiet sigh as I relieve myself.

Only when I’ve finished peeing and washing my hands do I risk a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair is kind of a mess, but not the worst ever. Eyes are puffy, but there’s not too much I can do to fix that. I turn on the water again to cold, splash some on my face, then use my hands as a cup and slurp some into my mouth. I drink a few gulps, then use the last one to swish around before spitting it back into the sink. I turn off the water, dry off, then raise my hand and exhale into it. Verdict on my breath: not great, but not nuclear.

Okay. Maybe I can slip back into Tank’s bedroom for a quickie and then take off before Wren wakes up. Grabbing one

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