Kayla awoke the next morning feeling sore everywhere but in complete bliss.

Her body ached in places she didn't even know could ache, but it was a sweet kind of pain—the kind that reminded her of exactly what happened last night and how Tank turned her every way but loose.

She needed to get up. Miss Sherri would be waiting for her to help tend to the animals, but the moment she tried to move, Tank's heavy arm tightened around her naked body, pulling her right back against his hard chest.

Tank wasn't trying to let her go.

"Tank, I gotta get up," Kayla whispered, trying to pry his arm off her.

"Nah, you don't," Tank muttered sleepily against her ear, his deep morning voice vibrating through her.

Kayla sighed, her body already reacting to the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. He was possessive before, but now? He was obsessed.

And she felt it in the way he held her like she belonged to him.

Kayla bit her lip, remembering how he went two more rounds last night before finally letting her rest. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her hips, the burn in her thighs from how he stretched her out, the slight throb between her legs that told her he had ruined her.

She wasn't sure how she was going to move around all day after that.

"Tank, I'm serious," she tried again, wiggling against him.

Big mistake.

Tank groaned low in his throat, his grip getting even tighter as he pressed himself right against her backside, letting her feel the effect she had on him.

"I said, you ain't gotta get up," he mumbled, voice still laced with sleep, but his actions were anything but tired.

Kayla's breath hitched as she felt him harden against her, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh.

"Tank—"

"I done told you last night, you mine now," Tank murmured, kissing along her shoulder, his voice deep and rough. "And I ain't lettin' you outta this bed that easy."

Kayla shivered, her sore body suddenly not that sore anymore.

Miss Sherri was just going to have to wait.

Tank thrust into her as the farm animals began to wake up, fumbling around in the background, but he didn't care—not one damn bit.

Half-sleep and all, he had to be balls deep in her.

Kayla moaned openly as he gripped her thigh, lifting her leg to get deeper. She laid on her side, her back flush against his chest, feeling every inch of him stretching her out in slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmm, Tanky," Kayla moaned, her voice muffled against the pillow.

Tank groaned low in his throat. That name did something to him, had him gripping her even tighter as he moved inside her.

"That's right, baby," Tank grunted, his thick Mississippi drawl dragging as he rocked into her. "Take this dick."

Kayla shuddered, biting her lip as she tried to keep quiet, but Tank wasn't making it easy.

She knew she had to be quick—Miss Sherri would come get her if she wasn't outside soon, and that would be beyond embarrassing. But right now, with Tank buried deep inside her, gripping her thigh like he owned her, all she could focus on was the way he made her feel.

Determined, she started pushing back against him, matching his rhythm, grinding her hips in slow circles to meet his deep thrusts.

"Shit, Kayla," Tank hissed, his grip tightening. "You tryna make me nut 'fore I even wake all the way up?"

Kayla smirked against the pillow, throwing it back a little harder. "You better hurry up then, big man," she teased breathlessly.

Tank growled, flipping her onto her stomach so fast she barely had time to react before he was pinning her down, his body heavy over hers as he slammed into her from behind.

Kayla let out a strangled moan, gripping the sheets as her toes curled.

"Tank—oh my God," she gasped.

"Nah, baby," he grunted, thrusting deeper, making the headboard knock against the wall. "Ain't no God in this. Just me."

Kayla's whole body trembled as Tank drove into her with purpose, chasing both their highs before Miss Sherri came knocking.

And Lord, when that climax hit her, she nearly screamed.

Kayla buried her face into the pillow as her body trembled beneath him. The orgasm hit her hard, stealing the breath from her lungs as Tank worked her through it, his deep strokes turning messy, urgent.

"Fuuuck, Kayla," Tank groaned, gripping her hips, his fingers pressing deep into her skin as he slammed into her one last time. His body tensed, his muscles flexing as he buried himself to the hilt, releasing deep inside her.

Kayla whimpered, her body still pulsing with pleasure, her legs weak as she tried to regain her breath. Tank collapsed on top of her, his weight warm and heavy, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

The sound of the farm waking up filled the air—the distant bleating of goats, the clucking of chickens, and the occasional bark from one of the dogs.

Kayla groaned. "I gotta get up, Tank," she mumbled, even though her body had no plans of moving anytime soon.

Tank tightened his arms around her, rolling onto his side and pulling her with him. "You ain't gotta do shit right now," he muttered against her skin, placing lazy kisses along her shoulder.

She sighed, sinking into him for a moment, her body still humming from the aftershocks. But then reality hit her—Miss Sherri was not one to wait, and if she didn't show up soon, that woman would be knocking on their damn door.

"Tank, for real," she said, wiggling against him. "Your mama is going to come looking for me."

Tank smirked against her skin. "Let her. She know I got needs."

Kayla gasped, shoving at his chest. "Boy, you nasty!"

Tank chuckled, his deep laugh vibrating through her. "Damn right," he said, finally releasing her. He watched as she climbed out of bed, his gaze dragging over her bare body with a satisfied smirk.

Kayla felt his stare and rolled her eyes playfully. "You just gon' lay there and watch me?"

"Yup," Tank grinned, propping his head up on his hand. "You my woman, I get to look all I want."

Kayla felt her cheeks heat up, but she didn't argue. She quickly pulled on a pair of leggings, a t shirt, and a hoodie before tying her braids up into a bun. She caught Tank still watching her with that lazy, satisfied smirk, and she shook her head.

"Boy, you something else," she muttered, heading toward the door.

"And you love it," Tank called after her.

Kayla didn't respond, but the smile on her face said enough. Kayla quickly walked over to Miss Sherri with a noticeable limp. Her thighs ached, her core was sore, and every step she took reminded her of the way Tank had stretched her out, had owned her body all night long.

Miss Sherri eyed her, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Normally, Kayla was up and moving before sunrise, eager to get outside and help with the animals, but today? Today, she was moving slow as molasses, her face still flushed, her lips looking a little too swollen.

"Mhm," Miss Sherri hummed knowingly, resting her hands on her hips. "Lil' girl, what done happened to you?"

Kayla looked down, pretending to focus on the bucket in her hands. "Nothing, Miss Sherri."

Sherri let out a chuckle. "Mmmhmm. You sure? 'Cause you limpin' like somebody done put it on you."

Kayla's face burned hotter as she tried to hide the shy smile creeping onto her lips.

Sherri shook her head, amused. "Lawd, I swear, he his daddy's son," she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she reached for the chicken feed.

Kayla swallowed hard, gripping the bucket tighter. She wasn't about to confirm or deny anything, but the way her legs trembled when she bent down to grab some feed said enough.

Miss Sherri smirked. "I hope you got some strength left, 'cause these animals don't care what kinda night you had."

Kayla exhaled, knowing she wasn't getting out of work, no matter how sore she was. She nodded, determined to push through, but Lord help her, she was gonna feel this all day.

Just as she was about to follow Miss Sherri toward the chicken coop, she heard the screen door creak open behind her.

Tank.

He stepped outside, looking freshly showered, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his white tank clinging to his muscular frame. He was sipping on a bottle of water, his light brown eyes locked right on Kayla, that signature smirk tugging at his lips.

"Mornin', ladies," he greeted, his deep voice smooth and full of satisfaction.

Sherri side-eyed her son. "Boy, if you don't get your big self over here and help wit' these damn chores instead of standin' there grinnin' like you proud of yourself."

Tank chuckled, walking over. "Ain't my fault my woman ain't get outta bed on time."

Kayla gasped, snapping her head up to glare at him. "Tank!"

Miss Sherri let out a full laugh. "Oh, so she your woman now?"

Tank shrugged, taking another sip of water. "Been my woman." His eyes darkened as he looked at Kayla. "She just knows it now."

Kayla's breath hitched as heat crept up her neck. She quickly busied herself with feeding the chickens, but she could feel Tank's eyes all over her.

Miss Sherri just chuckled, shaking her head. "Mmmhmm. Just make sure y'all handle y'all business after the work is done. I ain't got time for no lovebirds slowin' up my day."

"Yes, ma'am," Tank said, but the look he shot Kayla told her he wasn't done with her—not even close.

Kayla swallowed hard. She had a long day ahead of her, but the long night before was still written all over her body. And judging by the way Tank was watching her? She had a feeling the next night was gonna be just as intense.

Kayla focused on scattering the feed, trying to ignore the way Tank's eyes stayed glued to her every movement. He leaned against the fence, arms crossed, sipping on his water like he had all the time in the world.

Miss Sherri gave him a side-eye before nudging Kayla. "You gone let him stand there watchin' you all day or you gone put him to work?"

Kayla smirked to herself, standing up and dusting her hands off. "Tank, since you got so much energy, why don't you help me get the eggs from the chickens?"

Tank pushed off the fence, that cocky smirk still on his face. "You askin' me or tellin' me?"

Kayla raised a brow. "I'm tellin' you."

Miss Sherri chuckled, walking off toward the goats. "Oh, she learnin' fast."

Tank stepped closer, his presence towering over Kayla as he leaned down a bit, his voice dropping low. "You know I like when you boss me 'round, lil' bit."

Kayla's breath caught, but she quickly masked it with a playful shove to his chest. "Boy, hush and come on."

They walked over to the chicken coop together, and Tank watched as Kayla carefully reached under a hen to retrieve an egg. He cocked his head. "You real comfortable doin' that now, huh?"

Kayla smiled. "Miss Sherri has been teaching me. I'm not scared anymore."

Tank chuckled. "That's my girl."

Kayla's heart did a little flip at the sound of those words, but she kept moving, placing the egg in the basket. She turned to him. "Now, you try."

Tank narrowed his eyes at the hen. "Man, I don't know 'bout that. That bird look like she got an attitude."

Kayla laughed. "Just go slow and be gentle."

Tank raised a brow at her, his voice dripping with mischief. "Ain't that what I did last night?"

Kayla gasped, swatting at him. "Tank! Be quiet!"

Tank laughed, dodging her hand, but when he saw her face turn red, he softened a bit. "Aight, aight, I'll behave. For now."

Kayla rolled her eyes, but she couldn't fight the smile on her lips.

Tank knelt down and carefully reached under the hen, but the second he touched the egg, the chicken flapped her wings wildly.

"Aw hell—" Tank jerked back, falling onto his behind.

Kayla bent over laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "Oh my God, Tank!"

Tank huffed, brushing dirt off his sweats. "Man, fuck that chicken."

Kayla kept laughing, holding her stomach as she helped him up. "Awww, big bad Tanky scared of a little ole chicken?"

Tank narrowed his eyes at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. "Keep laughin', lil' bit. See what happen tonight."

Kayla's laughter stopped instantly, her breath catching as she looked up at him.

Tank smirked, tilting her chin up with his thumb. "Yeah... that's what I thought."

Kayla swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together.

Miss Sherri called out from across the yard. "Kayla!"

Kayla snapped out of it, stepping back from Tank quickly. "Y-yes, ma'am?"

Miss Sherri squinted at them, then smirked knowingly. "You done yet? I need you over here."

Kayla grabbed the basket, avoiding Miss Sherri's eyes. "I'm coming now!"

Tank leaned in, whispering, "Yeah, you definitely cumin' tonight."

Kayla shot him a glare, but he just chuckled, licking his lips as he watched her walk away.

This girl had no idea what she'd started. And tonight, she was gonna find out just how deep she had him.

Kayla tended to the land as Tank continued to taunt her when his mama wasn't looking. He did help when he wasn't teasing her, but the way he felt? He was obsessed with that warm box between her legs. He had his fair share of women, but Kayla—she had his head in the clouds, and he didn't care.

He could see it now—her barefoot and pregnant with his children, a nice ring on her finger. She didn't know what she did when she invited him in, because now, now he wasn't letting her go at all. She was his.

He meant it when they were on the road together. He meant it when she told him about her predatory stepdad and he meant it last night when he slid between her legs, staking his claim.

Tank would go to war for her, and he didn't care who had a problem with it.

Kayla wiped sweat from her brow as she walked back toward the house, completely unaware of the way Tank's gaze stayed glued to her every move. Her leggings clung to her curves, and that fitted tank top she had under her hoodie, it had his mind in dangerous places.

"Are you going to keep eyeing me or are you going to actually help?" she teased, glancing over her shoulder.

Tank smirked, walking up behind her, his large hands gripping her waist. "I am helpin'... Just in my own way."

Kayla's breath hitched as she felt his lips graze her ear. "Tank, your mama is inside..."

"So?" He turned her to face him, his hands sliding lower to cup her ass. "You gon' act like you don't miss me bein' up in this?"

Kayla's face burned as she tried to push him away, but Tank wasn't budging. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him.

"Tank..." she whispered, her voice shaky.

He kissed along her jaw, his voice thick with possession. "Say you mine."

Kayla swallowed hard, her hands resting on his chest. "I am..."

"Nah." He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "Say it. All of it."

Kayla felt her thighs clench as the heat between them grew unbearable. "I'm yours, Tyler..."

Tank groaned low, his control slipping. He loved when she called him that. His name sounded so sweet rolling off her lips.

He kissed her slow and deep, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid into her braids.

"I want you," she admitted breathlessly against his lips.

Tank exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against hers. "You betta stop playin' wit' me, lil' bit."

Kayla's lips curled into a small smile as she reached down, palming him through his sweats. "I'm not playing."

Tank sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh, you really tryin' to get fucked out here."

Kayla giggled but didn't back down. "Then do it."

Tank growled, gripping her wrist and pulling her toward the barn. "Say less."

Kayla barely had time to react before he was backing her up against the wooden wall, his hands greedy as they roamed her curves.

"You mine," he murmured, lifting her chin before kissing her deep. "Ain't no takin' it back now."

Kayla moaned into his mouth, arching into him. "I don't want to."

Tank didn't waste another second. He was about to remind her exactly who she belonged to.

Out on the land, against the wooden wall covered by bushes, Tank thrust into her, his grip on her thighs firm as he held her up. Kayla's back arched, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she covered her mouth, trying to stifle her moans. But Tank wasn't having that.

"Nah, don't do that," he gritted out, his pace slow and deliberate as he buried himself deeper. "Lemme hear you."

Kayla, who was normally shy, couldn't hold back. She was loud for Tank, her whimpers and moans mixing with the sounds of nature around them. He was long, thick, stretching her in ways she didn't know she could take—but she did. And Tank loved that she did.

"That's right, baby... you takin' it so damn good," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. "You feel me?"

Kayla's nails dug into his back as her legs trembled. "Y-Yes, Tank... I feel all of you," she panted.

Tank grinned, his thrusts deepening as he pulled her tighter against him. "You better." He kissed along her jaw, his breath hot against her ear. "'Cause you mine, and I'm always gon' be up in this."

Kayla whimpered, her head falling back against the wood as Tank started to lose control. He gripped her hips, angling her just right, his strokes becoming rougher, more desperate.

"You feel so damn good," he growled, his jaw clenching as he felt her tightening around him.

Kayla could barely think, let alone speak. She was falling apart, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"T-Tank—oh my God!" she cried, her walls pulsing around him.

Tank let out a deep, guttural groan, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. "That's it, baby, give it to me," he grunted, his grip on her tightening. "I got you."

Kayla's whole body tensed, her climax hitting her like a freight train. Tank followed right after, pressing deep as he moaned her name into her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

They stayed like that for a moment, their heavy breaths mixing in the warm country air. Tank kissed her softly, his hands still gripping her possessively.

"Damn, lil' bit..." he murmured, chuckling against her lips. "You gon' be the death of me."

Kayla giggled, still breathless. "You started it."

Tank smirked, kissing her again before slowly pulling out, earning a little whimper from her. He helped her fix her clothes, his hands lingering, not wanting to let go.

"C'mon," he said, gripping her hand. "Before my mama come lookin' for us."

Kayla laughed softly, her legs still weak as she followed him back toward the house—knowing damn well this wasn't the last time he was gonna sneak her off somewhere.

As they stepped into his house, she washed her hands before stepping into the kitchen to make him breakfast. It was going on 10 a.m., and she wanted to make sure he ate, even though she was exhausted. She was going to make him a big breakfast, knowing he was hungry, and then she was going to shower and take a nap—Tank had worn her out last night and just a few minutes ago.

She moved around the kitchen with ease, pulling out eggs, thick-cut bacon, grits, and biscuits. The smell of butter and sizzling meat filled the air as she worked, her body still feeling the aftermath of Tank's relentless love-making. Her legs wobbled a little as she stood at the stove, but she pushed through.

Tank leaned against the counter, watching her with a lazy smirk, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. "Damn, girl," he rumbled, running a hand over his beard. "I done put you through it, and you still in here takin' care of me."

Kayla rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her body tingled just from looking at him. "You are my man, right?" she teased, scooping the eggs onto a plate.

Tank grinned, stepping behind her, his large hands gripping her waist. "Damn right I am." He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his voice low and husky. "And you mine, Kayla."

A shiver ran down her spine, but she shook her head, nudging him away. "Go sit down, Tank, so I can finish."

Tank chuckled, but he obeyed, taking a seat at the table as she set a plate in front of him. His stomach growled on cue, and he wasted no time digging in.

"Mmm," he groaned, nodding in approval. "You cookin' like this every day, I might just have to put a ring on it."

Kayla smirked, taking a sip of her orange juice before heading toward the bedroom. "Let me shower and sleep first before you start talkin' marriage, Tanky."

Tank watched her disappear down the hall, shaking his head as he took another bite. He wasn't playin'—he meant every word. Kayla wasn't going nowhere.