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copped feel was all I had gotten since he pleasured me
with my first-ever non-me orgasm. Any action was initiated by me and it was
only when I could not take his scent, his gorgeousness, or his body near mine
anymore. Damn it.
    I just wanted his touch so bad that my
body ached for it. I craved his attention like druggies did their next fix. And
that was what Tank was becoming . . . my next fix.
    He had just left to head over to the
clubhouse for brother bonding or some shit and he tried to leave with only
placing a quick kiss on my lips. But fuck that! I attacked his face with
everything I had. I knew that he wanted me, because a moan escaped his perfect
lips before he could stop it. Almost as if it was a wakeup call to himself,
Tank literally removed me from his personal space telling me he had to go and
was gone before I could even get a good-bye out of my mouth.
    I paced back and forth in my bedroom
hoping to expend the energy that was coursing through my veins when Logan
walked by in nothing but a towel around her and another one around her hair.  “ You
are going to burn a hole in the carpet, ” she called out.
    I cursed under my breath as I stalked
to the bathroom. Thoughts of Tank swirled around in my mind as I started the
shower. God, this ache was borderline unbearable. I needed more than what he
was giving me but I was not sure if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Maybe
that night in my room was a one-time thing. I could see how sex was off the
table since I was a minor, but there was a lot of experimenting that I wanted
to try, and every time I tried to make a move Tank would shut me down.
    We still spent almost every night
together, eating dinner with Logan and Colton when she did not have to work at
Kilroy ’ s.
Logan kept assuring me not to worry and that in two weeks a lot could change. Yeah
yeah! I tried to be cool about it and not let my feelings be hurt but a
girl, I mean a woman, could only take so much. It was T-minus 14 days until I
would literally jump Tank with no ifs, ands, or buts.
    I quickly undressed and slid under the
warm water, letting the water wash away my anxiety over this. Tank appeared in
my mind ’ s
eye as I washed my hair. I could only imagine what he looked like, felt like
under those black t-shirts he wore most of the time. My mission, should I
choose to accept it, was to get that man shirtless by the end of this weekend. I
accept!
    “ Hurry up, ” Logan yelled as she poked
her head in the bathroom. “ Emma is going to be here in
20 minutes. ” I
hurried through the rest of my shower as I let thoughts of Tank take a back
seat to the girls ’ night we had planned for tonight.
    I really liked Emma. Logan had taken a
second job babysitting Emma ’ s twins. She was a little
older than Logan and was married to Tru, one of Tank ’ s
brothers. It turned out that Amber, the chick who got us our place, was Emma ’ s
twin sister.  They were identical just like Emma ’ s
boys, so that shit definitely ran in the family.  Logan and I fit in well with
Emma and Amber, so it made sense that we were both really excited for ladies ’ night tonight since the
guys had brother shit going on. Amber knew the bouncers at the bar we were
headed to so that I could get in, and Emma already promised me a drink or two
when Logan was not looking. That just added to my excitement about going out.
They were bringing along Amber ’ s best friend, Tricia. We
had never met her but I bet she was as cool as Amber and Emma since they all
had been friends since grade school.
    It took about two minutes into the
night to see how wrong I was!
    I fucking hated Tricia. All night long
her puke green eyes were like daggers, throwing them at Logan.  There was about
to be a problem if she did not tone that shit down.
    My fist in her face!
    Logan tried her best to ignore the
bitch anytime we were near her, but the looks just did not stop. Poor Emma and
Amber kept trying to mask the awkwardness with chit chat, but