Page 61 of Ruby

“What do you want, beautiful?” He lifts his head to peer at her. Her big brown eyes are half-closed, hazy with desire. “You, Tucker. I want you, inside me, filling me up, stretching me.”

“Patience, we’ll get there.” Tank growls. He wants to be inside her, too, but first he has to make sure she’s ready, soaking wet, and throbbing with need. He lowers his head to her left breast, sucking the tight nipple into his mouth, sucking and tonguing the bud. He scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin pulling another long, guttural moan from Ruby. He sucks again causing her back to arch as she thrusts her chest toward his mouth. Oh yeah! She’s liking this. He moves to give the right side the same attention. He wonders if he could make her come from this alone, but he doesn’t have time for it right now, but later, now that will be a different story. Time is ticking. He needs to get on with it.

Releasing her breast with a pop, he trails his tongue over the swell of her breast and down the valley between them. He moves lower over the expanse of her ribcage, down her stomach, circling her navel, before placing a kiss to each hip bone. He makes eye contact with her again then lowers his head. Placing kisses on the inside of each thigh as he pushes them further apart. He inhales her scent, committing it to memory. He opens her folds with his fingers, and she jumps at his touch. With his forearms resting on each thigh to keep her open like he wants, he gives her a long slow lick from bottom to top.

“Ooohhh!” Ruby groans. He smiles. He flicks his tongue over the nub at the apex of her sex feeling it firm and throb under his attention. “More, Tucker. I need more!” Ruby demands. Since he can’t deny her, he sucks her clit hard, drawing more moans and whimpers from her. He continues to lick, suck, and flick her clit until she’s breathless and begging him for even more. Sliding a finger into her wet heat he marvels at how tight she is, yet she takes his cock without complaint. Tank is a big man in all ways. He’s not bragging it’s just a fact. He’s tall, muscular, and well blessed in his man parts. It’s just another confirmation in his mind Ruby is made for him. He works his finger in and out a few times, before adding a second one, stretching her as he curls his fingers up to hit the sweet spot that makes her hips lift rhythmically as she begins to fuck his mouth. Oh yeah! He’s got her going now. Her breaths are coming short and fast. Her whimpering is increasing in frequency. He can feel her walls begin to flutter, so he sucks her clit into his mouth, pulsing the pressure. A low keening sound tears from Ruby’s throat as she comes flooding his mouth with her essence. He laps it up, enjoying every drop. He licks and sucks for another minute or so as she continues to buck against him. When she drops her hips to the mattress and goes slack, he knows her climax is waning. He lifts his head to meet her gaze. She’s staring down at him with in wonder in her eyes.

“Tucker.” Ruby’s voice is raspy and rough. He loves hearing her say his name when she’s lust drunk. “That was out of this world, but I still need you inside me.” He grins at her. His beautiful is greedy, and he’s more than happy to oblige her. Rising to his knees, he takes his cock in his hand, stoking it a few times. Her gaze falls to watch his movements before coming back to look him in the eyes. “Please.”

Her soft plea spurs him into action. He rubs the head of his cock through her wet folds, coating his cock to ease its passage into her depths. He notches the head in her opening. With his hands planted on either side of her head, he pushes inside, gently, easing out then back inside a little more. He does this several times until he’s fully seated inside her. She tilts her hips, and his cock slides deeper like a key sliding into a lock. A perfect fit. Home. Where he belongs. Always. Something snaps in him as those thoughts hit him. He draws back and slams home, then begins to pound into her hard, fast, brutal. He’s like a beast, taking what he wants, what he needs.

“Yes! Yes!” Ruby cries. Tank knows he’s out of control. His need for her driving him to take her so hard she’ll never forget she’s his, that her pussy belongs to him and him alone. He’s afraid he might hurt her, but her cries urge him to keep going. He pounds into her thrust after thrust, their flesh slapping together. She’s matching his frenzied pace, lifting her hips to take him deeper. It doesn’t take him long to feel his release coming. Balancing his weight onto his left hand, he thumbs her clit with his right hand, working it hard to bring her to climax again. Just when he thinks he’s going to blow before he can get her there, she cries out his name and clamps down on his cock, milking him and forcing his release out of him. He pumps a few more times, before burying deep, filling her with his seed. He’s breathing hard. He lowers his head to hers. Their frantic breathing syncs, and he loves that they’re so attuned to one another. It takes a few minutes before he can speak.

“Thank you, beautiful.” Tank kisses her stealing whatever she was about to say. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until I found you. I know you’re still scared, and you’re worried for my safety. Know this, I will do everything in my power to always come home to you. I will have to leave for missions, some will be a few days, some could be for months. It won’t be an easy life but know you are the only woman for me, now and always. I’ll love you until my dying breath and should I go before you I’ll watch over you until you are in my arms again.”

“Tucker.” It’s the only thing she can say before her voice cracks, and her eyes well up. Ruby raises her head and kisses him long and deep. They’re both breathless again when they break apart. Ruby’s arms are around his neck, and she holds him to her. He makes sure to rest his weight on his left arm and hip as he holds her to him. His cock slips out of her, as he rolls onto his back taking her with him. They hold one another for several minutes until a knock on his door pulls them out of the spell they’re under.

“What?” Tank calls out, frustrated they’re being interrupted.

“About time to roll,” Straw calls. Tank glances at his watch and swears. Why did they have to have a meeting right now? He knows the answer. A young woman is being held against her will, and evil people want to flood America with guns and drugs. Just because those are good reasons, it doesn’t mean he likes it or wants to leave Ruby or his bed.

“I’ll be down in a few,” Tank answers back. He hears Straws steps retreating. He turns to Ruby, but she beats him to the punch.

“I understand you have to go,” Ruby says softly. Her hand drawing circles on his chest. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be here when you’re finished. I know you have a job to do, and I’m so proud of you and the work you do. Now go to your meeting so you can come back, and we can do that again.” She smiles up at him and steals another piece of his heart when he thought she already had it all.

“I love you,” he says simply. What else can he say? Those three words seem inadequate to convey everything he feels for her, but they are the best he’s got.

“I love you, too.” Ruby leans down to kiss him before rolling off him, urging him to get up. He hurries into the bathroom to wash off. He’s wetting a cloth for her, but she’s followed him into the bathroom. He gently washes his seed out from between her legs and off her thighs, then quickly washes himself off, too. He kisses her before leaving her to use the bathroom while he gets dressed. When she exits the bathroom just as he’s pulling on his boots, he’s once again cursing the fact he has to leave. She looks so tempting strolling over to him, gloriously naked, her face still a little flushed from their activities, and her hair a tangled mess.

“I’ll be back soon, beautiful.” He pulls her onto his lap for a quick kiss. He stands and lays her back on the bed after pulling the covers down. He goes to his dresser and grabs a t-shirt from a drawer. He slips it over her head. She lifts her hips, helping him get it on her. He can’t leave her undressed as he’d like because Ellie is home and could wander in to see what Ruby is doing.

Pulling the covers up over her, he tucks her in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Take a nap and rest up. I need you to be ready for another round when I get home.” Her wide smile lets him know she’s more than down with his request.

“Okay, Tucker,” Ruby raises up to press a kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you soon.” Yeah, she would. He hurries from the room but makes sure to close the door behind him. He descends the stairs to find everyone is still hanging out in the living room. He mentally rolls his eyes because he knows he’s about to get ribbed, but more importantly, he doesn’t want anyone to embarrass Ruby when she comes down later. It seems no one has noticed he’s come down yet. He’s about to tell them to keep their thoughts to themselves when he belatedly he sees the kids are spread out in front to the T.V. watchingSurviving the Cut.Tank shakes his head, hearing the twins arguing with Ellie who they think is going to “wimp” out.

“Is that really first grade appropriate?” Tank asks as he enters the room. All eyes swing to him. Charlotte’s eyes light up, and he can see the multitude of questions swirling in her head. Before she can begin to spout them out, Hawk speaks up.

“Highly appropriate,” Hawk comments. “They’re learning what not to do.”

“They’re six,” Tank states.

“You’re point?” Hawk asks. Tank looks to Straw and Abigail for back up. The couple are snuggled together in a recliner. Tank cocks an eyebrow at Straw who shrugs.

“I just don’t think they should be watching guys nearly drown trying to pass the trials,” Tank informs them. “Or getting shot at with live rounds. They’ll have nightmares, not to mention the language. They hear enough of that when we’re playing ball with them.”

“They bleep all the ugly words, Uncle Tank,” Ellie pipes up from her spot on the floor between the boys. She’s looking back over her shoulder. Her knees are bent, and her feet are swing in the air with her ankles crossed, her upper body resting on her forearms. The boys are sitting crisscross on either side of her.

“When Ruby pops out your kid, you can ban it from watching the docuseries.” Hawk smirks. “I’m assuming you’ve been working on that the last hour?” Ellie jumps up to a sitting position.

“Ruby’s having a baby?” Ellie inquires before shooting an accusing look at her mother and Straw. “You’re supposed to be having me a baby brother! Now Uncle Tank’s going to have a baby before we do!” Ellie crosses her little arms over her chest, and her lower lip protrudes in a pout.

“Jesus!” Straw and Tank both exclaim at the same time. The room erupts in laughter, which only makes Ellie pout more.

“You’re gonna step on that lip, munchkin.” Tank grins at her. She sticks her tongue out at him, making him laugh harder. He walks over and scoops her up. “Ruby’s not having a baby. Mr. Hawk is being a…” Tank trails off. He can’t say what he’s thinking to a six-year-old. Charlotte starts to say something, but Hawk shoots her a look, and she closes her mouth.

“I was just teasing your Uncle Tank,” Hawk tells Ellie. “It’s fun to get him riled up.” Ellie grins at this. She throws her arms around Tank’s neck planting a wet, slopping kiss on his cheek.

“I know,” Ellie says in a tone full of wisdom beyond her years. “You should’ve seen him when I made him a picture on his wall. His face turned red and everything.” At that she wiggles to get down. Tank sits her back on the floor between the boys. Emir and Derifa, Deadeye and Elise’s kids are sitting nearby as is Maddox, Ace’s and Daisy’s son. Derifa is holding Maddox while he’s chewing on a teething ring, drool stinging down in a gooey mess. Emir is engrossed in the show along with the twins. Tank has a moment where he imagines a mini version of Ruby sitting among the children. He pauses in thought, maybe two mini-Rubys would be better. He smiles when that thought hits him.

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