by Jenika Snow
“You keep staring at me, Vengeance, and it’s freaking me out.”
“You’re hiding something.”
She rolled her eyes. “You got me, brother. I’m on my period, and I’m in pain. There, how does that feel?”
Instantly he recoiled and went pale. She wasn’t on her monthly cycle but ever since he’d sat her down when she was younger and explained in great detail what a woman’s period was, he’d begged her to never talk about it again. She’d been thirteen when that happened, and Vengeance was the only person she trusted, the only person that could have explained anything to her. Their parents sure as hell hadn’t been there for them.
“Moving right along. This weekend there’s going to be a big party. Everyone is coming, even Zeke and his woman and kids. Everyone is going to be there, and I want you to come along,” he said.
She played with the food again and frowned. “Are you sure about that?”
“I’m totally sure.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be anywhere like that right now. You said yourself. I’m not in a good space with them. Especially after everything I said and did.”
Vengeance reached out and placed a hand on hers. “Renee, you can’t expect them to forgive you overnight, but it’s not an entirely bad thing you did. It’s not like you ratted them out or anything. I forgive you, and so will they.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she smiled at her brother. “I don’t want to make things awkward.”
Vengeance got up from the table and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “It won’t be.” He kissed her temple. “Now stop worrying.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
“What did I miss?” Weasel asked, coming into the room and startling her for a second, making her tense. Thankfully, Vengeance didn’t say anything to her sudden stillness as he stood up.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“It just so happens I’m famished, and I knew food was going to be good here,” Weasel said, winking at Constance who rolled her eyes. “I’m also here to take Renee home.”
“I picked her up. I can take her home.”
“Not going to happen. I’m here now.” Weasel smiled at her, and she glared at him.
Every time he was near, she struggled to get her body in check. It was like he really did own every single part of her.
“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” she said, getting up.
She needed a break, at least two seconds to clear her head.
Vengeance would kill Weasel if he ever found out about them. Wouldn’t he? Maybe he wouldn’t be upset. Maybe he’d be happy she was with someone who made her smile?
Entering the bathroom, she stared at her reflection, seeing the flush on her chest.
It wasn’t long before the bathroom door was open, and there was Weasel.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Coming to check and see that you’re okay,” he seemed to say under his breath.
“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to come and spend some time with you.”
“I can’t think while you’re here. We both agreed that Vengeance can’t know, at least not right now.” She frowned. “Where is he?”
“On a call with Demon, and Constance had to go and check on something.” He reached out, tucking a curl behind her ear. “I missed you.”
“This is crazy. You’re insane. If he finds out you’re here…”
“He won’t, Renee.” He stepped forward and sank his fingers into her hair. All protests ceased as the scent of him invaded her. He smelled like leather, beer, and biker grease. It was the scent that always reminded her of him. “I didn’t want anyone else bringing you home.”
With his free hand, he rested it on her hip, and she couldn’t help the little gasp at his touch. Her shirt had ridden up, and his fingers touched her exposed stomach.
“I was at home thinking about you, Renee.” He teased underneath her shirt, stroking her skin. Slowly, his fingers eased down her jeans, cupping her pussy. “And I was staring at my bed, and I couldn’t help but think about how your pretty ass rode my cock last night.”
She closed her eyes, recalling how much she had wanted it. He’d been fucking her pussy, but she wanted him in her ass. Shoving him to the bed, she reversed cowgirled him. Only instead of her pussy, she’d pushed her ass over his cock, and he’d sunk so deep inside her.
He plunged a finger into her pussy, and she cried out. Weasel covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t make a sound, Renee. We don’t want Vengeance to hear us.”
She shouldn’t be turned on by the thought of getting caught but she was. She wanted him.
“So tide me over until I get home. Let me lick your pussy, make you feel good. I want to make you come, and then we’ll finish dinner. You’re going to be thinking about us, and about what I’m going to do to you when we get home. First, I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then I’m going to take your pussy, before I fill that pretty ass of yours with my spunk, then watch as it comes out.”
It sounded so sinful, so wicked, and she wanted it.
This was going to be the longest couple of hours of her life.
Chapter 17
For long seconds, they just stared at each other. Her cheeks were red, her pupils dilated. Weasel could see the way her pulse beat wildly right below her ear, knew she was turned on, primed just for him.
He wanted her. Now.
Fuck the repercussions if Vengeance found out this way, if he knew that shit was going down between them. He’d have to find out sooner rather than later anyway. Weasel wasn’t going to walk away from Renee, and the sooner she realized that—accepted it—the better off things would go.
She opened her mouth, maybe to say something about this not being the right time, that Vengeance and Constance might be here, but he stopped her with a kiss. He placed his mouth on hers, speared his tongue between her lips, and swallowed her moan.
He cupped her ass, curved his fingers along the taut, plump flesh, and groaned himself. She was so fucking perfect.
He broke away, both of them panting, sucking in great lungfuls of air, trying to stay sane. Weasel stared into her eyes, wanting to give her the world. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, to make you scream from orgasm,” he said and lifted her onto the bathroom counter in the next second, “I’ll be the bigger man and refrain from my own pleasure until we’re home.” Truth was, giving her pleasure would in turn be his as well. Making her come would be nearly as good as getting off himself.
She made this small noise in the back of her throat.
“Right now, like I promised, I’m going to have my mouth all over your pussy, my tongue thrust deep inside of you.” He kissed her again, stroked his tongue along her lips, mouth-fucking her like he wanted to do between her thighs.
He couldn’t hold in the guttural sound that left him.
“Weasel, they might hear,” she breathed out, her voice aroused, soft.
“Let them hear,” he said honestly.
“God,” she gasped softly, her focus on the door, clearly worried, but her arousal stronger, her need higher.
“I want you to come with my tongue thrust deep in your cunt, baby, with my lips lapping at the juices that flow out.” She made the sweetest sound for him, one of primal need that only he could give her.
Her legs were parted slightly, her jeans in the way. He helped her off the counter only long enough to help her pull her pants and panties off. He helped her back on the bathroom counter a second later.
Not wasting another moment, because they really didn’t have a lot of time before Vengeance, or even Constance wondered where the hell they’d gone off to, Weasel was on his haunches in front of Renee.
“Legs on my shoulders, baby.” She did as he said instantly. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs open even farther. He got a sweet glimpse of the pink, wet and swollen flesh between her legs.
It was all
for him. Only him.
Without wasting another second, Weasel placed his mouth right over her pussy, her saccharine flavor washing over his tongue. The smell and flavor of her was so damn addicting, so intoxicating.
Weasel plunged his tongue in and out of her but couldn’t hold himself back from moving up and sucking her clit into his mouth. Fuck, she tasted so good, felt so good against him, her hands in his hair, her breathy moans telling him how good she felt.
She clutched at his hair, pulling the strands hard enough it hurt, hard enough to make his cock jerk in awareness. Fuck, he was hard, stiff like steel, made to be plunged into her tight little pussy.
His cock throbbed, his balls were drawn up tightly to his body, and it was damn hard keeping that fucker in his pants. Weasel didn’t know how long he could last. As it was, he could have come from licking and sucking at her alone.
He devoured her then, licked at her clit, ran his tongue down her cleft, getting drunker by the second. Weasel was frenzied for her, wanting desperately to get Renee off like he needed to take his next breath.
“So fucking good, Renee baby,” he murmured against her flesh. He loved the way she tugged on his hair harder.
He held her legs open and curled his fingers into her flesh.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He looked up but didn’t stop from plunging his tongue in and out of her. I need her to come for me.
“I’m so close.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” He sucked, licked at her harder. When he felt her tense, knowing she was climaxing, he renewed his efforts. She moaned, the sound soft. Weasel didn’t stop eating her out until she sagged for him.
Weasel stood, not wiping the juices from his mouth, wanting her to taste herself on him. He reached out and brought her close, slammed his lips on hers, and made her drunk from the flavor like he was.
His cock was throbbing, needing to be plunged in her tight, wet heat.
He pulled back but stared into her eyes. “You’re mine, and I want the whole fucking world to know.”
She tried to catch her breath, and it pleased him that he’d worked her up so fucking well.
“I want that too,” she said with honesty in her voice.
He helped her off the counter, grabbed her pants and panties off the ground, and watched as she put them on. It was hot as fuck seeing her long legs being slipped into her pants, the denim moving up her creamy skin.
His mouth tasted like her, sweet and addicting, and he wanted more. So much more.
He helped her get presentable again and let her leave the bathroom first. He followed out a few seconds later, not even caring if anyone saw. She headed out into the living room, and through the window they could see Vengeance and Constance outside. Weasel glanced at Renee and got lost in everything that was this woman.
This woman would always bring him to his knees, and he’d always fight for her.
No matter what.
Chapter 18
Renee stared around the kitchen. She had several batches of brownies wrapped and ready to go to the party.
“What’s wrong?” Weasel asked, coming up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
For the briefest moment, she allowed herself to take comfort in his touch and to just bask in being near him.
“Nothing.”
“That look on your face says something else, baby. Tell me what’s wrong?”
She sighed and bit her lip. “This party that the Soldiers are having … I don’t want to go.” She turned in his arms, staring into his eyes. “I’m not ready.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“I know that but … this just seems so … quick. Then there’s us, and I’m not ready for that fallout yet.”
He cupped her face and forced her to look up at him. “Hey, don’t worry about us. We’ll tell Vengeance when you’re good and ready and not a moment before.”
“I don’t want to lose you or anyone else.”
“You won’t. I can promise you that. I’m here for you, and I’ll even be there if the club thinks for a second that they can say anything bad about you.”
“But I deserve it and know how protective they are over their members and reputation. I offended them,” she said and then groaned. “Ugh, just ignore me. I’m just trying to figure everything out and it’s not working. I’m torn in two over this. I want to tell the world that I’m with you, and then I’m scared because I’ve already caused a huge damn problem in the first place.” She slumped into the nearest chair, sinking her fingers into her hair.
“Stop taking all the blame. Vengeance said some shitty stuff, too. He’s to blame for this all going down as well.”
This feeling. It was threatening to swallow her whole, and she hated that. She hated being vulnerable.
“Last time I checked, Renee, you weren’t a coward.”
She dropped her hands and glared at him. “You know that is so not helping.”
“It’s not meant to help. I’m trying to make you see that you’re made of fighting stuff. You’re no quitter, and you’re behaving like one.” He spun the chair around even though she sat in it. “That’s not going to happen. Not on my watch. Brownies are a damn good start. Put on your big girl pants, and let’s go and have some fun.”
It seemed like they were there in no time, this suffocating feeling threatening to strangle her. Especially when the Grit Chapter had also arrived. She saw Bridget and Beast along with Vicky and Payne.
“Well, well, well, look at what crap has come to party,” Weasel said, teasing.
He moved away from her and she watched as he shook Grim’s, followed by Reaper’s, hands. They were twins and the rumors about them were kind of scary, kind of fucked up in what they liked doing in and out of the bedroom.
Keeping the brownies to her chest, she made her way toward the kitchen. There she saw several of the clubwomen talking, including Deanna, Amy, Eloise, and also Constance.
She knew everyone and yet felt completely isolated from them all. Waiting near a wall until all the women but Constance had left, she entered the kitchen.
“I wondered when you were going to come out of hiding.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Vengeance and I don’t keep any secrets from each other. You’re hurting and I do get that.”
“I’m not really comfortable being back. I had no idea that the Grit chapter would be here,” she said, pointing behind her.
“Yeah, it’s been a good year for both clubs, and with weddings and babies and everything. It just seemed like a really good idea to party.”
“The Soldiers have never needed a reason to party. They just love doing it. That will never change,” Renee said, laughing softly. “I’m going to go and grab a beer.”
There was no way she was going to keep on going without something to drink. She went to the cooler and grabbed herself a bottle.
“Well, hell,” Joker said, reaching in to grab a bottle of beer. “Hello, stranger.”
“Hello to you too.” She tucked some hair behind her ears and forced a smile. “Congratulations on the wife and the kids and everything. Out of everyone, I didn’t think for a second that you’d be the one settled down.”
“The kids are indeed a surprise, as I’m sure you know. Settling down, it was always on the cards with Amy.” Joker took a long swallow of his beer.
“Yeah. She’s sweet as well.”
“When are you going to grow some lady balls and stop acting like a victim,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Joker shrugged. “You think you’re the first person near this club to make a mistake? You didn’t screw us over, nor did you rat. Sure, you said a few hurtful things but I’m over it. I’m sure everyone else here is as well. Vengeance wanted you back, and we all did.” He gently pushed her in a friendly way and left.
“The
re you are,” Weasel said, coming up behind her. “Sorry about leaving you like that. I rarely get a chance to see the Grit guys anymore.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ve got a beer, and everything is great.”
“Then let’s go and dance.”
“What about Vengeance?” she asked, quickly looking around for any sign of him.
“He’s not here yet, and there’s nothing wrong with having a little dance.”
Weasel grabbed her arm and pulled her in close. They both held a bottle of beer, but that didn’t seem to stop him from holding her. His touch made her a little nervous but so damn aroused she couldn’t even think straight.
“You really need to relax.”
“I will.”
“When?” he asked, giving her a wink. “You’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. This is not a playground. No one is glaring at you or pointing a finger saying you should be bullied. You are fine. We’re fine, and you’re going to dance with me if you like it or not.” He rested a hand on her hip, and she took a breath. Slowly relaxing into his arms.
“See, that’s not so bad, is it?”
“I guess not,” she said, her voice thick, heavy with desire. She loved his touch more than anything else. Weasel had a great deal of power over her, whether he knew it or not. She had loved him for as long as she could remember. Never did she think it was possible to actually be able to have him, but now that she had, she didn’t want to give him up.
Chapter 19
Renee didn’t know how many beers she had consumed, but she already felt a buzz, her body heat had increased, and beads of sweat trickled between her breasts. Weasel still held her closely, his hand right above her ass, his touch possessive, heated.
If she had thought she could have kept her relationship with him a secret, she was a fool. Especially since they were at the clubhouse and all eyes were on them, the feeling of those gazes making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
“I feel like everybody is watching us,” she said against his neck, the scent of his cologne, leather, and all male aroma making her even more aroused.