Free Saviour: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (Savior Book 3) by Natasha Thomas Page B

room at the clubhouse too, so the act itself wasn’t what had me frozen to the spot. It was the sight of Tank’s tattoo low on his abdomen just above the perfectly trimmed nest of hair above his cock that said, ‘Saddle up and Ride’, his ass that’s tight enough to bounce quarters off, and the vision of his massive condom covered cock tunnelling in and out of the woman’s pussy that had me staying to watch the show.
     
    Fascination was quickly replaced by anger. I knew that I didn’t have any claim on Tank, but knowing he was fucking other women, and seeing it were two totally different things.
     
    Of any of the guys in the MC Tank was the least womanising. He didn’t date, not to say the other guys did, but he definitely didn’t. He didn’t have a girlfriend, wife, or ol’ lady. And he didn’t get caught with his pants down fucking club whores either. Not until today at least. What pissed me off was that this woman was retaliation for the guy I had been talking to at the bar while I was getting a fucking drink. Not a phone number, a drink. I knew he was doing this because he’d seen me with that guy, and I was furious.
     
    Any time Tank and I were in the same room I knew when he was looking at me. I felt it like a caress. His eyes burnt holes in me then soothed the burn with his lazy perusal that travelled up and down the length of my body. I’ve known for years he was looking, but while his lack of action used to confuse and upset me, now it’s just the norm. I know now it’s because Tank doesn’t do relationships. He had no intention of taking things further with me, but that didn’t mean he didn’t look when he thought I wouldn’t notice.
     
    The guy at the bar, Colin, was handsome in a preppy way. He offered to buy me a drink, there wasn’t any more to it, just a drink. It didn’t change the fact that I could feel Tanks eyes on me, practically hear him telling me to get rid of the douchebag. I didn’t do that though. I wanted Tank to see I was desirable to other men. That if he didn’t want me someone else would. The bastard ran off any potential boyfriends I’d had in the last four years, it was time things changed. Tank was about to get a harsh lesson, but one that was well overdue.
     
    Within seconds of seeing me place my hand on Colin’s Tank was up dragging the first woman he saw that paid him any attention down the back hallway. I knew what he was intending to do with her, and I knew he was doing it to hurt me, but that didn’t change how I felt about it. I should’ve taken a deep breath and kept on with my night. I should have ignored it. But I couldn’t. And it was a huge mistake to follow him because seeing him with her only proved that it didn’t matter what Tank did, I still loved him.
     
    That night I went back to Colin’s apartment with him and indulged in a meaningless night of sex. One that left me feeling embarrassed. Used. And cheap. I shouldn’t have done it, I didn’t know the guy from a bar of soap, and it didn’t have the desired effect distracting me from the pain of seeing Tank fucking another woman. Colin made the offer, one I didn’t take him up on, to take me to dinner next day I turned him down and couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Throwing my clothes on, straightening up my hair I got out of there before he could even slip the condom off. It’s not that he was bad in bed, in fact he was pretty good. I got a couple of orgasms out of it, and as far as I was concerned that was all there was to it. Other than knowing what I’d done was wrong of course. I regrated doing it because the only reason it happened was out of revenge.
     
    Aside from the guilt of my poor decision what made matters worse was Tank sitting on his bike barely illuminated by the street light when I got home. We didn’t speak that night or the four months afterwards. He just nodded at me sadly, like he was disappointed in me, and rode off into the night. I never did have