With the front door double locked and all the curtains closed Tank gripped Kayla's hips, his large hands engulfing her waist as he guided her movements, pulling her down harder with each bounce causing her to forget all about Darling and the Washington women.

His deep groans mixed with her breathy moans, the sound of their connection filling the room. The glow of the television cast a dim light across their bodies, but all Tank could focus on was the way Kayla moved, the way she took him without hesitation.

"That's my girl," he murmured against her neck, his lips trailing heat along her skin.

Kayla's fingers dug into his thighs as she gasped, overwhelmed by the way he stretched her. She could barely keep up, her body trembling as he took full control, lifting her and bringing her down at a pace that had her head lolling back against his chest.

"Ugh, you're so big," she whimpered, her nails scraping along his muscled thighs.

Tank smirked, gripping her tighter. "You can take it, baby," he reassured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Her body burned, pleasure sparking through her veins as he reached around, his fingers finding her sensitive spot. She jolted in his grasp, her hands flying to his wrists, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

"Ugh, daddy," she moaned, her breath hitching as her body tightened around him.

Tank's eyes darkened at the word, his grip tightening as he met her movements with deep, steady thrusts. "Say it again," he ordered, his tone thick with lust.

Kayla bit her lip, shaking her head as pleasure overtook her senses. She wanted to fight it, but the way he moved inside her had her giving in completely.

"Harder, daddy," she whimpered, her voice shaking as she tried to take him even deeper.

That was all the encouragement Tank needed. He planted his feet firmly on the floor, gripping her waist with both hands as he slammed her down onto him, his name tumbling from her lips in desperate cries.

He didn't care about anything else— Darling, the Washington women, none of it mattered. Kayla was his, and he was no hers. And he would make sure she knew it every single time.

Tank kept his grip tight on Kayla's waist, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he set a ruthless pace. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixing with her breathless moans and the deep, guttural groans rumbling from his chest. She was wrapped around him so perfectly, her warmth squeezing him just right, making it damn near impossible to hold back.

"That's it, baby. Take all this dick," he grunted, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

Kayla's head fell back against his shoulder, her body trembling as pleasure crashed over her in waves. She'd never felt anything like this before—Tank owned her body completely, controlling her movements, pulling every reaction out of her like he knew exactly what she needed.

"Ugh, Tank," she moaned, her fingers reaching back to grip his short-cropped hair as he bit down on her shoulder, sending another shiver through her body.

He didn't slow down. If anything, her moans only pushed him further, his thrusts growing deeper, more intense. His rough, calloused hands spread her wider, making sure she took every inch.

"You know I love you, right?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot as he nipped at her neck. "Ain't nobody taking you from me. You mine, Kayla."

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jawline. "I know, daddy," she whispered, her voice shaky from the force of his strokes.

Tank groaned at her words, his grip tightening as he pounded into her with a new urgency. His mind was set—he wasn't letting Kayla go, not now, not ever. She belonged to him, and he was gonna make sure she felt that with every stroke, every touch, every time he filled her up.

Kayla felt the pleasure building, her body tightening around him as her release crept up fast and hard. "Ugh, I'm close," she whimpered, her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to brace herself.

"Go on, baby," Tank coaxed, his voice thick with need. "Cum for me."

That was all it took. Kayla's entire body tensed as she let go, a loud moan escaping her lips as pleasure ripped through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he had, and that was all Tank needed.

"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on her tightening as he spilled deep inside her, locking her in place as he filled her up completely.

They stayed like that for a moment, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room as they came down from their highs. Kayla leaned back against him, her body still trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

Tank smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. "You good, baby?"

Kayla nodded weakly, her lips parting as she let out a soft sigh. "Mhm... you trying to get me pregnant for real," she muttered, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Tank chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Maybe," he teased, rubbing her stomach. "You look real good like this, Kayla. Might have to keep you like this."

Kayla rolled her eyes, but deep down, the thought didn't scare her as much as it should. Still joined together, Tank's phone buzzed as another truckload came in. Kayla nosily looked at the load. The load was to Seattle and it was paying $9,000 from the Walmart distribution hub in Atlanta to the Walmart distribution hub in Seattle. It would take him a total of six days—three days there, three days back—but he didn't know if he should take it. Kayla was here, and he didn't want to go six days without her.

However, before he could make a decision, Kayla accepted the order on his behalf, tapping the screen with a quickness before removing herself from his dick and lap. Tank sucked in a deep breath at the loss of her warmth, watching as she stood up, her legs wobbling slightly before she steadied herself.

"Let me start cooking so we can have some real food on the road," Kayla told him, already moving toward the kitchen like she hadn't just spent the past 30 minutes getting stretched to her limit.

"You coming?" Tank asked as he sat there, still naked, watching her bare body sway across the room.

"Yup. I don't know how long that load is going to take, so I'm coming because I'm not going long without you," Kayla told him, opening the fridge and pulling out ingredients like she was already planning their meals.

Tank smirked, stretching his arms over the back of the couch as he took her in. She might not say it out loud all the time, but he knew—he wasn't the only one obsessed. Kayla was definitely obsessed with him, she was just shy about it.

And that shit turned him on.

Tank stood up, walking toward her with slow, heavy steps, his naked body radiating heat as he came up behind her. He brushed her braids to the side, pressing his lips against the back of her neck, feeling her shiver.

"You ain't slick, lil' bit," he murmured, his deep, raspy voice sending a tremor through her. "You tryna act like you just comin' for the ride, but I know what it is."

Kayla focused on chopping onions, ignoring the way her body reacted to him. "And what's that?" she asked, voice soft.

"You ain't tryna go six days without daddy neither."

Kayla rolled her eyes, but he caught the shy smile on her lips.

"Uh huh," Tank smirked, gripping her hips and pressing himself against her. "Go 'head and finish cooking. We got a long trip ahead of us, and I'ma make sure you feel me every mile of the way."

Kayla inhaled sharply, her thighs pressing together, but she focused on cooking. She knew Tank wasn't playing—this road trip was about to be one for the books.

Kayla stood in the kitchen cooking a feast for their trip. She made pasta salad, chicken salad, fried chicken sandwiches, fried pork chops, and cold-cut sandwiches. She also packed apples, oranges, baked chocolate chip cookies, Red Bulls, waters, and sour straws in the cooler. She wasn't about to let her man eat gas station food when she could make sure he had something good to eat on the road.

Tank smirked as he left her in the house, shaking his head at how damn good she was to him. That girl was a keeper, no doubt about it. He thought to himself.

He headed to his parent's house, knowing his mama would be expecting Kayla to be up at the crack of dawn tending to the land. But she wasn't gonna be out there in the fields—she was gonna be with him.

When Tank walked in, Miss Sherri was at the table sipping her tea, and Terrance Sr. was kicked back watching an old Western.

"Mama, Pops," Tank greeted, sliding into a chair across from his mother.

Miss Sherri glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "What you want, boy?"

Tank chuckled, already knowing she was about to act up. "Just lettin' y'all know me and Kayla hittin' the road for a few days. Pickin' up a load, droppin' it off in Seattle."

Miss Sherri set her cup down with an audible clink, rolling her eyes like he had just told her the worst news of the year. "Mm. So you just gon' snatch my girl away, huh?"

Tank smirked, leaning back. "She my girl first, Mama."

Miss Sherri sucked her teeth. "Boy, please. That girl been out here helpin' me, makin' sure I'm good, takin' care of things. Now you draggin' her across the country like you can't go six days without her."

"I can't go six days without her," Tank said without hesitation, his voice deep and firm.

Miss Sherri folded her arms. "Mm-hmm. Just selfish."

Terrance Sr. chuckled from his chair. "Ain't the only one mad," he grumbled, not even looking up from the TV.

Tank turned to his pops. "Now what you mad about?"

Terrance Sr. gave him a side-eye. "Who the hell gon' make my cookies every day if she gone?"

Tank smacked his lips playfully. "Man, if y'all don't quit."

Miss Sherri huffed, standing up. "Go on, then. Go be up under your woman. Just know when y'all get back, she owe me extra time in that garden."

Tank stood up, chuckling as he headed to the door. "She gon' owe you a damn thing. That's my woman."

Miss Sherri waved him off, shaking her head. "Hard-headed just like his daddy."

Tank just grinned, heading back to the house where his woman was waiting. He wasn't worried about what his mama said. Kayla was rolling with him, and that's all that mattered.

Kayla had everything packed—her clothes, toiletries, and all the food she had carefully prepared. She double-checked the house, making sure the stove was off, lights were out, and everything was in order before stepping out. Tank was already outside, loading up his rig with their bags and the cooler of food.

"Come on, girl," Tank called out as he hoisted the last bag into the truck. "Let's go tell everybody bye before they send a damn search party lookin' for you."

Kayla smirked, locking the door behind her before making her way toward Tank's parent's house. She could already hear voices inside, and when they stepped in, the whole damn family was there.

Tanya, Tamera, Terrance Jr., and even Tanya's husband, Frank, were all sitting around, listening as Miss Sherri and Terrance Sr. complained about Tank taking Kayla on the road.

Miss Sherri sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "I ain't never seen my baby boy this stuck up under no woman like this. It don't make no damn sense."

Terrance Sr. grumbled, "I'm just tryna figure out who gon' bake them fresh cookies while she gone."

Tamera folded her arms, smirking at her baby brother. "Tank, you act like you can't go a few days without her. You takin' her all the way to Seattle?"

Tanya added, "Right, now who gon' make sure Mama good in the morning? Kayla been helpin' out."

Kayla shifted slightly, feeling all eyes on her, but before she could say anything, Tank spoke up.

"She my woman," he stated firmly, resting a heavy hand on Kayla's lower back. "Y'all actin' like she belong to y'all. She rollin' with me, and that's that."

Terrance Jr. chuckled, shaking his head. "Boy, you whipped."

Tank smirked, completely unbothered. "And?" He pulled Kayla closer, letting his fingers slide along her waist possessively. "Y'all can fuss all y'all want, but my woman ridin' with me."

Kayla blushed, but she wasn't about to argue. She wanted to be with Tank, and if they had a problem with it, that was on them.

Miss Sherri sighed again, standing up. "Well, since y'all so grown and ready to run off like some damn Bonnie and Clyde, take these biscuits and peach preserves with y'all." She handed Kayla a neatly wrapped basket. "At least I know y'all eating good."

Kayla smiled, taking the basket. "Thank you, Miss Sherri."

Miss Sherri nodded, then narrowed her eyes at Tank. "Make sure you keep my girl safe, you hear me?"

Tank grinned, kissing Kayla's cheek in front of everybody. "Ain't nothin' gon' happen to my baby."

Kayla felt her stomach flip at the way he said it—so protective, so sure.

Tamera rolled her eyes. "Lawd, we done lost him."

Terrance Sr. chuckled. "He gone, alright."

Tank ignored them as he grabbed Kayla's hand, leading her toward the door. "We out. Love y'all."

They all called out their goodbyes, but Kayla could still hear Miss Sherri mumbling under her breath about how she better bring her ass back.

As they walked back to the rig, Tank pulled her close, squeezing her waist. "You ready, lil' bit?"

Kayla smiled up at him. "I was born ready, Tanky."

Tank smirked, loving how she said his name. He opened the door, helping her up into the truck before climbing in beside her.

With one last look at the compound, Tank put the rig in gear, gripping Kayla's thick thigh as they hit the road.