Chapter 19

19

Tank

A smooth, freshly shaven leg brushed against mine before Clarke softly moaned, officially dragging me out of my sleep, my cock hardening in an instant. The little sounds she made were always so damn innocently erotic, my body never failed to respond.

"Baby, you're going to wake him up," Beck whispered before the sound of him softly kissing her reached my ears. "You have to stay quiet."

"I'm awake," I gruffly spoke up before opening my eyes, turning my head to look at them. Their bodies were still covered, but Beck was clearly doing something beneath the covers because Clarke whined low in her throat, her back arching. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch them. I wasn't in the mood to join even though my dick was hard enough to pound a nail into a two by four, but fuck yes, I wanted to watch Beck get our girl off.

"Beck…" Clarke panted, her tongue flicking out to lick over her lips.

"I know, baby," he groaned, nuzzling her ear before softly blowing on it. The sexiest little moan slipped from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut.

I slowly moved the blanket, uncovering her so I could watch what Beck was doing. He'd slipped his hand inside her sleep shorts and was clearly working his fingers in and out of her sopping core. Each time his fingers slid in, a wet sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

Fuck, her pussy was so greedy.

I slid my palm over her belly where her shirt had ridden up. She shivered at my touch, her eyes slowly opening to look up at me. They were hazy with lust, her pupils almost taking over the blue of her eyes. "Did you wake up needy?" I rumbled.

"Uh-huh." She nodded, her body jerking and a loud cry ripping from her lips when Beck angled his fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside of her. A deep chuckle rumbled from within my chest as she started fucking herself on Beck's fingers. When he began circling her clit with his thumb, she fell apart, sobbing his name as her fingers twisted into the sheets beneath us.

I pressed my lips to the corner of hers. "Such a good girl," I rumbled before capturing her chin between my thumb and index finger to turn her face toward mine. She sighed into my mouth when our lips connected. I deepened it for a moment, dipping my tongue into her sweet mouth to taste her before I released her.

Beck cupped the back of my neck and gently pulled me over Clarke so he could press his lips to mine. I groaned into his mouth, tasting Clarke on his tongue.

"Did you clean your fingers?" I rumbled against his mouth as I flicked my tongue out, licking over his lips.

He nodded. "Yeah," he breathed.

I throatily groaned, my cock dripping precum onto the sheets. "Good boy."

A soft whine crawled up his throat at my praise. I kissed him once more before laying back down, wrapping my arm over both of them. Beck slid his hand over, his fingers resting on my hip. Clarke hummed happily, turning on her side so her ass pressed to my cock and her face was burrowed into Beck's chest.

"Such a tease, little one," I rumbled before pressing a kiss to her hair.

She just wiggled her tight little ass in response, making me chuckle.

Weeks passed in a routine we easily fell into. Clarke and I normally woke up to Beck making breakfast. After breakfast, we'd all shower—together or separately depending on the day—and then we'd play board games I found, or I'd nap while Beck and Clarke read a book together. Clarke normally threw together lunch, and we'd watch a couple of movies before I had to get up to make dinner.

Nighttime was spent making love and fucking. I couldn't get enough of the two of them. Being inside of them. But fuck, those moments I got to just watch them together were some of my favorite moments.

Beck and Clarke were truly beautiful together. Otherworldly. And I couldn't get enough of witnessing the moments they shared.

Sighing, I slicked my hair back from my face. I'd woken up unusually tense this morning, a bad feeling in my gut jerking me out of my sleep. I'd slipped out of bed even before Beck did. I'd tried calling River, but he didn't answer, which was unlike him. I didn't want to call a second time and alarm him, especially since nothing was wrong—just this bad feeling.

Something was definitely on the horizon though. I couldn't shake that feeling. And my gut never let me down.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. After drying myself off, I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before heading out of the bathroom. Beck and Clarke were still asleep when I peeked into the bedroom, neither of them budging. Taking the opportunity while they were still knocked out, I headed for the front porch, hoping to spot the man Alejandro had left in charge.

I'd picked him out of the multiple guards a couple of weeks ago when I'd caught him making rounds to get updates and give new orders. He'd just silently looked at me, nodded once, and continued on his way.

But now, I needed to talk to him. Set up a plan in case shit went downhill. I needed to know that above all else, Beck and Clarke would be kept safe, no matter what happened to me.

He stepped out of the trees, arching a brow at me, his suit impeccable despite the humidity and being in the woods probably most of the night. "Looking for me?" he asked, his Spanish accent thick.

I nodded and descended the steps, stepping onto the grass Alejandro had managed to grow on the property. Sprinkler systems came on multiple times a day, keeping it lush and comfortable to walk on. I knew Beck and Clarke longed to be out here, but I wouldn't let them outside. There were too many uncontrollable variables outside, even with Alejandro's men out here keeping guard.

The one walk into town we'd taken had been enough risk for me. And Clarke had been so drained after, she'd barely made it into the house to crash on the couch.

"Yeah." I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my sweats. "River didn't answer my call this morning, which is unlike him, and I've got a bad feeling in my stomach that something is going to happen."

He nodded. "Me, too," he said with a heavy sigh. "That is why I am near."

I gritted my teeth. Fuck . If it had just been me, I might have held out some hope. With him having the bad feeling as well… Goddammit. Trouble was near. It was lurking, and we weren't seeing the fucking threat yet. Which meant we were going to be blindsided, no matter what precautions we took.

"If something happens…" I blew out a harsh breath. I didn't want it to come to this, but if it was a choice between them or me, I would always choose to be the one harmed. As long as Beck and Clarke were safe, I didn't give a fuck what happened to me. My family would still take care of them. "If something happens, get them out and somewhere safe, understand?" He frowned at me. "I am the last thing you worry about. Clear? They are the priority."

"Tank…"

I shook my head. "No. I won't change my mind on this. Them first. Always. Clear?" My voice was final. This wasn't a discussion or a fucking debate.

He nodded once, clearly not liking it, but I knew he'd respect my decision. "Clear."

With that, I turned on my heel and headed back inside, my stomach sloshing. Food would be damn hard to keep down today, but I knew I would need to eat and continue to act normally, not only so Beck and Clarke wouldn't know something was wrong but also to keep my strength.

If something happened, I would need to be on my A-game to protect my boy and my girl.

I had to be. Their lives and their freedom depended on it.