Life was getting back to normal, well a new normal, anyway. She and Tank were doing good, they made it through his father’s funeral and dealt with his family, together. Reagan was completely healed, both casts removed, and there wasn’t a single sign left on her body from what had happened in the cabin. She and Tank were living together, and she was loving every minute of it.
It had taken a couple of weeks, but Reagan had finally convinced Tank to let her work for the Club. Tuck had made her an offer she couldn’t refuse and didn’t want to. Tank was against it at first, not wanting her to be in any more danger, but with a few assurances from her that she would never go out on her own again, and a few from Tuck, he finally agreed. She and Talon were gathering as much information as they could, so that Worthington wouldn’t escape what he had coming to him. He was the only one left, well at least the only one they could identify. Someone else held the purse strings, and Reagan was determined to find out who that was.
Other things had changed, too. She had gone and met with the Davidsons, the people who wanted to adopt Lexie and was seriously considering it. Her little sister was happy and acting as a four-year-old should, she didn’t want to take that away from her. It turned out that Lexie wasn’t as far away from her as she thought, only three towns over, making it possible to visit whenever she wanted. The Davidson’s seemed to welcome her with open arms every time she made a surprise visit or call, putting her more at ease. They knew about her family and what they had planned for Lexie, at least as much as Reagan did.
Reagan was still on the fence, but she was leaning more and more toward letting Lexie have something she could never have given her; a family with a mother and a father who cared only for her. She and Tank could take her, giving her family, but she was Lexie’s sister, and it seemed like that was the way it should stay. They all agreed to give it time, but Reagan knew she would make her decision soon. Lexie needed this, and Reagan wasn’t going to stand in her way. This way, Lexie got the best of both worlds, a mom and a dad who doted on her and a sister that loved her with every part of her being.
Walking out of the office at the Clubhouse, Reagan’s mind was still on other things. Tank had called and said to be ready in a half an hour, and she was pretty sure she was late. She knew he had something special planned for today, but her mind had been so focused, she had lost track of time. Frazzled, she dug in her purse for her phone, she needed to know what time it was.
When she got to the end of the hall, she noticed Crash standing at the side and smiled at him. He was often on guard duty of some sort, but the way he was standing, arms crossed, legs apart, seemed odd; then she noticed Talon on the other side in the same stance.
Stepping up to them, she noticed that more RBMC brothers were standing in a line leading to the door, and at the end stood Tank, smiling holding something in his hands. Stopping, she just stared; cocking her head, she wondered what was going on.
“Reagan Amanda Lee,” Tuck's voice boomed out in the quiet room, shocking her out of her query. Whipping her head around, she found him standing next to Tank, a big old smile on his face. Reagan was standing stock still, she didn’t know what to do. “When a brother takes an Old Lady, they become a part of this club in a way that others will never be. Do you understand?” Reagan just nodded.
What the hell? They had been together for a while now, but Tank had never said anything about her being his Old Lady. She figured it would come but didn’t dwell on it.
“Brayden ‘Tank’ Taylor, you have requested that the Club accept Reagan as yours. Do you stand by those words now?”
“Hell Yes,” Tank said, walking to Reagan, stopping right in front of her holding out a jacket. “Reagan, will you stand by my side, accept the Ruthless Brothers as your family, and ride at my back? Will you agree to be my Old Lady?”
Reagan didn’t even take the bundle of leather he had in his hands; instead she threw herself into Tanks arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his body and started to kiss every inch of his face.
“Is that a yes, babe?” Tank laughed.
Pulling back, Reagan smiled so wide her face hurt.
“Hell yes, Babe!”
Reagan vaguely remembered the sounds of feet stomping and whistles, too focused on the man she loved to pay much attention to what everyone else was doing around them. Cinny came up to them, practically pulling Reagan out of Tanks arms
“Put it on!”
Tank set her down, holding the jacket up. Reagan turned around and let him help her into it. Seeing his name, Property of Tank, on her back gave him a sense of pride he had never felt before. He couldn’t wait to get her alone naked in just that vest.
Reagan turned around and smiled at him, but then took off like a bat out of hell, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Babe, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Tank yelled. Reagan didn’t stop, just kept going, and he followed her, catching up to her halfway down the hall. Grabbing her elbow, he turned her around, kissing her breathless. “What are you doing babe?”
“I want to see it,” Reagan said, trying to pull away again. “Tank,” she pleaded, “I want to see your name on my body, I want to see your claim.”
Damn, he didn’t think he could be happier, but her words, the fact that she wanted to see the vest and his claim, the pride he felt floored him. Reagan was his everything, she was fucking perfect, and she was his. Tank followed her into the bathroom; she was spinning this way and that trying to get a good look at the vest. Stepping into her space, Tank lifted her until she was sitting on the counter. Reagan was smiling at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. I
“I love you. I love this, now everyone will know I belong to you. I don’t think I will ever take it off.”
“Babe,” Tank said stepping between her legs, pulling her hips closer to him. He had never been so thankful for a piece of clothing before, Reagan was wearing a skirt which meant he could take what he wanted, right fucking now. Bringing his hand between them he felt her heat, and pushing her panties to the side, he plunged his finger roughly into her, hell she was so wet. “I want you now, Babe. I want to feel your cunt around my cock.”
He could feel her hands on the button of his jeans and the friction when she pulled the zipper down. She was just as much in need for him as he was for her. It took seconds for his jeans and underwear to fall to the floor, and he was inside her a moment later, plunging deep and hard. Reagan arched her back, moaning as she took every inch of him. Tank pulled her knees up further, spreading her wider, plunging in as far as he could go, keeping his thrusts deep and hard. Fuck, he needed to come, he needed her to come. “Fuck, babe, so good. Your cunt is so tight.”
“Please, don’t stop,” Reagan pleaded, he could feel how close she was. “Shit, Brayden, I’m going to come, make me come.” Tank thrust harder deeper grinding his pelvic bone into her clit. “Faster,” Reagan begged, “please, God, Brayden, fuck me.”
Tank gave her exactly what she wanted, slamming into her over and over, faster and harder until he could feel nothing but the glide of her cunt and the beat of his heart. When her pussy tightened around him, he growled, unable to hold back. He came in a rush, exploding so hard within in her, his knees started to buckle. Letting go of her body, he gripped the counter for support.
Reagan was leaning back against the mirror with her eyes closed, a small smile on her face, breathing just as heavily as he was. Damn, he wished he could take her picture right now, it was fucking perfect; his name on her back and the smile on her face because of him. Nothing could be more perfect.
The pounding on the door should have surprised him, but it didn’t.
“Get out here, you two love birds,” Cinny’s screamed, “we let you have your fun, now it’s time to party.” Laughing, Reagan ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him close, kissing his forehead.
“I think we should maybe go out there and party. What do you think?”
Tank groaned pulling himself from her body. Fuck, it didn’t matter how many times he fucked her, he always wanted more. Grabbing some paper towels, he helped Reagan clean up and then set her down on the floor. She laughed when her legs wobbled a little.
“Damn, babe, you made me weak in the knees.” Tank had steadied her but then slapped her on the ass.
“Just wait until later, I plan to make you incapable of walking for at least a week,” he said with a wink.
“I look forward to it.”
Tank followed Reagan out of the bathroom and laughed as they were greeted by most of the club. The guys were yelling catcalls and making Reagan blush. Tank just held his head high, accepting the slaps on the back as he walked past each member. He would never be ashamed of giving his woman exactly what she needed.
A couple of hours later, Tank was standing at the bar nursing a beer, wondering exactly how long he and Reagan needed to stay at the party. He wanted to take her home and deliver on his earlier promise, and her dancing with Addy and Cinny wasn’t helping him change his mind any.
He watched as Whiskey approached him; the two of them didn’t have a great relationship, but it was getting better. When the man raised his beer to him, Tank raised his back. He didn’t know if they would ever be considered friends, but he did respect the man now, so that was something.
“Didn’t I tell you it would be worth it?”
Tank smiled looking at Reagan having a good time, feeling things, he never thought he would.
“Yeah, man, totally worth it.” Clinking his beer against Whiskey in agreement, they both watched their women dancing around having fun. This was what contentment felt like.
A commotion at the door caused both Tank and Whiskey to turn. Crash was trying to block the way, but Tank could clearly see the Sheriff standing in front of him. He was too far away to hear what was being said, so he made his way closer.
“You need to step away son,” he heard the Sheriff say, “this is police business.
“What business do you have here Sheriff?” Tank asked.
“What’s going on?” Tuck asked.
“I have a warrant for Zander Frost. I know he’s here, so we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I have three cars and a wagon on standby, Tuck, it’s your call.”
“What are you arresting Talon for, Sheriff?”
“Attempted murder and rape, now get the fuck out of my way.”
The End.
Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed Tank & Reagan’s story. The RBMC will be back with Link’s story coming in October 2017.
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