Chapter 9

“Need to fuck you,” Tank says, lifting his lips from mine to draw breath.

“Eager much?” Okay, so I’d have preferred him to have said he wanted to make love to me, but I guess the urgency we’re both feeling excuses this. “Got any lube in that picnic basket?”

Tank grins.

“Thought you’d get lucky, did you?”

His grin widens and he reaches in to the basket. I wonder when he’s packed this and how he got it here. Tank is many things, but he’s hopeless in the kitchen. Then I remember him saying that theyhad put some of my favorites in the picnic basket.

“Who are they?”

“Huh?” Tank looks up, a couple of packets of lube in his hand.

“They, the people who brought the picnic here.”

He smiles. “Jessica and her sister.”

Jessica is Blaze’s soon-to-be ex-wife.

“When she learned I was going to ask you to marry me she said I needed to make it really romantic and suggested a candle-lit picnic. I don’t think Blaze is very romantic with her.”