Chapter 63: Ours
*You’re ours, little girl. And we’re yours. – Cade*
Tank was leaning against the wall watching Absalom take his shot. He missed his pocket and cursed under his breath. Tank only had one ball left, the game was pretty much over.
Tank knew it.
Absalom knew it.
One was going to be twenty dollars richer. Absalom could only hope to win it back on the next game.
Grinning, Tank pushed off from the wall and went to the table to line up the shot. The door opened and he glanced up.
The vision that walked through the door had him losing control of the stick in his hand. He scratched so hard that the cue ball bounced off the table and hit the table next to him.
“The fuck!” Sticks said turning to look at the table behind him. Even Absalom was looking at Tank in confusion. Then they followed his gaze to see Evie walking towards them.
“Hell yeah.” Absalom said, Sticks and Chevy agreed.
“Hands off.” Tank growled. “She’s ours.”
The other men knew that by ours, he was including Ink. Chevy and Doc had often shared women, just as Tank and Ink had. However, he was declaring that this one was different and would not be shared with the brothers.
Tank stood up straight as Evie knelt down and picked up the ball. Her shirt fell forward just enough to tease with a flash of skin covered by black lace. She kept her eyes downcast as she stepped towards Tank. She stopped in front of him and offered the white ball.
“You seem to have lost your ball, Sir.” She said softly.
Tank took the ball and placed it on the pool table. “Seeing angels walking through the door does that to a man.”
“You sent me bluebonnets.” Evie whispered with a tremor in her voice. “In November.”
“I did.” He confirmed catching a tear with his knuckle. “Actually, we did.”
“How?” she asked as she felt hands grasp her waist from behind.
“Good magicians never give up their secrets.” Tank murmured against her ear, watching Ink enter and approach them. “Are you here to thank us for the flowers? Or are you here for us?”
“You, Sir.” Evie said barely audible.
Tank sighed in her ear and then pulled back away from her, grasping her chin gently and lifting it. She kept her eyes downward causing both men to smile.
“Look at me, luv.” Tank said softly, aware that quite a bit of the room was focused on them. She lifted her eyes and met his. Desire and anticipation were there along with fear and uncertainty. “Tell us what you want.”
“All of it.” She whispered.
Tank and Ink exchanged a look before Tank nodded. Ink pulled her against his chest before tilting her face up towards him. He gave her a light kiss before stepping away from her and walking down the hall.
“Where’s -"
Tank cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. “He’s going to unlock the playroom.”
Desire flashed in her eyes. “You have a playroom?”
He arched an eyebrow at her and she quickly added, "Sir."
“It’s not ours. But we have permission to use it.”
