Tank rested his forehead on Clover’s shoulder and loosely put his arms around him. “I’m an adult man. My family can either agree with my choices or not. We did have a bit of a breakup over this, but they’d come around since then, I guess.”
“They don’t know what you actually do for a living, do they?”
Clover enjoyed being hidden in the darkness like this, with Tank’s broad arms keeping him safe, and his coarse hair tickling Clover’s neck. He kissed the side of Tank’s head. The past few days had been filled with tension, so he appreciated this opportunity to reconnect. Tank’s stubbornness originated from good intentions when it came to trying to keep Clover safe, and it couldn’t have been easy for him to bend. Clover appreciated that he did, even if the job ended up in such a disaster.
Tank’s hand moved over Clover’s back, but he was no longer tense, as if the privacy offered by the van finally let him unwind and forget all the stress that had been plaguing him recently. “They think I do private security. Which is partially true, I guess. Why, do you want to go?”
Clover’s heart skipped a beat, and he hugged Tank tightly. “If it wasn’t too uncomfortable for you, I would very much want to meet them one day. You know I don’t have family other than you guys. And it feels great to be your boyfriend. Your boy. You always stand by me. Even when I do the stupidest shit. I appreciate it, Daddy.” He bowed his head to kiss Tank on the lips, encouraged by the big hands sliding to his ass. Falling into Tank was so easy he couldn’t help himself.
Tank gasped into his lips. “Possessive, aren’t we, boy?”
Clover smiled. “Just a bit. I’m always torn between testing your patience and being the obedient boy you want.” He was definitely obedient when under Tank, so it had to count for something.
“Keeping me on my toes. I think it makes you even naughtier,” Tank said, cupping Clover’s ass more firmly, but he tilted back his head to deepen their kiss, teasing the rim of Clover’s mouth with his tongue. There was a hint of mint to his taste, still lingering from the gum he’d chewed earlier.
Clover opened his lips like he always did for Tank. Even when they fought, Tank’s dominant, authoritative presence did something to Clover. He couldn’t help it. Tank’s scent made his knees weaken, reminding Clover of the proficient way with which Tank manhandled him in bed. Hell, even during wrestling practice Clover would often get too excited to continue, and he’d have to get the arousal out of his system before they could carry on.
He had no doubt it was a point of pride for Tank, because he never complained about it even if the teasing was merciless.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Clover whispered.
Tank’s breath was warm on his lips, and his energy already sent shivers up and down Clover’s body. “I think you need to do some groveling for the way you’ve acted tonight,” he said, squeezing Clover’s ass. They were already shifting, and Clover tightened his grip on Tank’s neck when they rolled to the yoga mat, with Clover spread out under his man and ready to grovel with his entire body.
Tank’s weight was already sending a thrill of anticipation down Clover’s spine. “At least it wasn’t me who opened the door for the lion…”
Tank ran his fingers down Clover’s neck, making his breath hitch. “I figured you wouldn’t have disobeyed me that much, boy.”
He squeezed his hand in Clover’s hair and probed his lips again, this time deeper, licking along Clover’s tongue while he gradually settled on top, immobilizing Clover. Clover wanted to help his Daddy forget about all the trouble he’d had to handle, even if just for half an hour.
“What if I did? You know I like to stick my fingers where I shouldn’t.” He watched Tank’s face in the darkness, his intense dark eyes, and the thick eyebrows. Tank was such a handsome man, and he’d chosen Clover of all people, even though he had to share him. Then again, if anything, Tank seemed happy with their arrangement, as if the presence of other partners only made their time together sweeter.
Tank’s teeth tightened on Clover’s lips. The force wasn’t enough to draw blood but created substantial pressure that sent a hot sensation to Clover’s dick, making it grow between their bodies. “Then you’ll have to make it up to Daddy.”
Clover swallowed, hotter by the second as Tank massaged his neck with fingers that could easily crush it. “I would do anything for you, Daddy,” he whispered.
“Turn around, boy,” Tank said in a deeper voice, and lifted himself on his elbows just enough to offer space for movement.