Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5

by Alana Sapphire

“Sorry, dollface. I got plans.”

  “Oh.”

  The disappointment is evident in her voice. These women may be Hounds, but they’re more than available pussy. I don’t want her to feel shitty.

  “Some other time.”

  “Okay.”

  She shuffles off my lap, heading back to the bar. The clubhouse door bangs against the wall and Millie comes bursting in, a flash of red hair, leather pants, and low-cut top. The woman has to be in her fifties but acts half her age. I’m not ashamed to admit I hit that. I’m not the only Dealer, either. She owns the diner in town, and is Nita’s best friend, so she’s a club friend. She’s been hanging out with Chopper lately, and it looks like Gage and Ellen may be getting a stepmom soon. That would make Nita happy. She’s Chopper’s sister, and practically raised his kids after their mother died.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Emily.

  Emily: Don’t think I can make it to the gym tonight.

  Venom: You ok?

  Emily: Too sore, Mr. Huge Dick.

  Even though I’m concerned, I type out my reply with a grin.

  Venom: Take a warm bath with Epsom salts. Baking soda if you don’t have any.

  Emily: Well, look who’s versed in remedies for vaginal soreness.

  Venom: Why do you think I took your panties this morning? If you’re wearing any, lose ’em. Wear some sweat pants. Use coconut oil too if you have that.

  Emily: Ok, Doctor.

  Venom: Good. I’ll pick you up around 9.

  Emily: See earlier text.

  Venom: Just be ready.

  Emily: Fine. See you then.

  “Is that your future old lady?” a grinning Razor taunts as he joins me.

  “Fuck off.”

  “Don’t fight it, brother. I figured you might stick out this single life with me, but another one bites the dust.”

  Tek chuckles without looking up from his screen.

  “What the fuck is funny, goth boy? When’s the last time you even got laid?”

  “Don’t worry about me. I have no issues in that department.”

  “Cybersex doesn’t count.”

  “Go ahead, make fun of me. We’ll see how funny it is next time you need my help.”

  The boy’s a fucking genius when it comes to that computer shit. I don’t know what we’d do without him. Sometimes I think he doesn’t even sleep, always trying to hack into something.

  “Maybe it’s time I helped you. The Hounds not doing it for you? What kind of women do you like?”

  “I don’t need you to set me up, Venom.”

  “Okay, man. You change your mind, just let me know.”

  “I won’t.”

  Without another word, he picks up his laptop and marches off toward the rooms. Did I hit a nerve? I’m a bit of a troublemaker around here and I mess with these guys all the time, including Tek. No one’s been offended so far. We’re not exactly a sensitive bunch.

  “Why don’t you leave the kid alone?” Razor asks. “You’re the expert now because you got an old lady?”

  “She’s not my old lady.”

  “You seeing her tonight?”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “When was the last time you spent two consecutive nights with a woman? Other than a Hound?”

  “We have an agreement. That’s it.”

  “If you say so.” He chuckles.

  “Fuck it, I’m outta here. Gonna head to the gym.”

  “Say hi to Emily for me.”

  Yeah. And fuck you.

  ***Emily***

  I hate to admit it, but he was right.

  The bath and the coconut oil helped tremendously. I’m currently lounging in front of the TV in my most comfortable sweats, minus my underwear. Uncle Jeff joins me, reclining in his favorite chair.

  “Going out tonight, sweetheart?”

  “In a bit. Why, do you need me?”

  “No, no. I’m glad you’re getting out. How are things going with Venom?”

  I clear my throat, sitting upright at his question. What am I supposed to tell him? That I made a sex-only deal with one of his customers?

  “Okay. Nothing serious.”

  “I see. I suppose you’re not ready to jump into another relationship.”

  “Nope.”

  “I think someone like Venom is what you need right now. Something to get your mind off that idiot you married.” He grunts his disapproval of my ex.

  “Well, thanks to Venom, I won’t be married to him much longer.”

  “Those boys have always been quite resourceful. I’m just glad you’ll finally be rid of him. Don’t know what you saw in him in the first place.”

  “Yeah. Honestly, I don’t even remember what it was. Guess it’s buried under all the shit I’ve had to put up with over the years.”

  “You’re a gem, Emily. You deserve the best. Remember that when the next one comes along.”

  “Uncle Jeff….”

  Hopping out of my seat, I hurry the couple steps to him and throw my arms around him. He can be a hard-ass sometimes, but I’ve never known him as anything but a loving uncle. One who says the sweetest things when I need to hear them. He seemed to be as happy as I was this morning when I showed him the signed divorce papers. In fact, so were my parents when I told them.

  “Careful now.” He chuckles, stroking my arm.

  “Thank you.”

  “Just speaking the truth, sweetheart.”

  “Love you, Uncle Jeff.”

  “Love you, too. Now, don’t you have to get ready for your date?”

  Date. I almost snicker. What Venom and I are doing is nothing close to dating. I kiss his cheek, then head to my room. As I shower, I think about “the list.” I’ve been thinking about it all day. I mean, what do I put on it? After the last two nights, I’d be perfectly happy if he continued doing his thing. My only fantasy these last couple of years was to be rid of James, and now I am.

  And Venom made that happen.

  He’s already fulfilled my number one fantasy, he just doesn’t know it. Maybe I should put some crazy stuff on it to see how he’ll react—like a foursome with two of his biker friends. I giggle at the thought. Then again, he might be into that type of thing. Maybe I shouldn’t poke the beast.

  I’ll just let the beast poke me.

  I laugh at my own joke as I dry off. I can’t tell the last time I felt this happy, this… free. It’s as if I’m floating on a cloud, everything that was toxic gone from my life. Venom, my antivenom. Who’d have thought he’d be the one to release me?

  Eager to see him, I apply more coconut oil to my lady bits and pull on a fresh pair of leggings with a long-sleeved shirt. The nights are getting chilly and the cold hits even harder on the back of Venom’s bike. After securing my hair in a ponytail, I grab a pair of socks and my sneakers, then head back to the living room.

  “That’s what you’re wearing on your date?” Uncle Jeff asks, brows drawing together in disappointment.

  “It’s not a date. We’re just gonna hang out.”

  “You should wear something pretty, do up your hair and makeup.”

  “Uncle, he saw me at my sweaty and stinky worst at the gym and didn’t care. I don’t think leggings and sneakers are going to be a deal breaker.” I chuckle, sniff-checking my pits to mess with him. “I even used deodorant.”

  “Emily.” He cocks his head to the side, giving me that fatherly scowl.

  The doorbell rings and I toss Uncle Jeff a grin. “Too late to change now. See you later!”

  I snatch up my purse and jacket, trotting to the door. A bearded smile is waiting for me when I throw the door open. I can’t get over how gorgeous he is. Tonight, there’s a gray hoodie under his cut, with the same grim reaper printed on the front. His hair is down and it’s wet. That and the scents rolling off him tell me he’s freshly showered and wearing another cologne that smells like it was made for him. Or better yet, by him, like his body manufactures it and it’s
being secreted from his pores.

  “Hey, darlin’. You ready?”

  “Yeah.” He helps me into my jacket, then leads me to a shiny black Jeep Wrangler. “Where’s the bike?”

  “Figured you’d be more comfortable in this. Warmer, too.”

  “Thanks. Does it feel weird, not being on the bike?”

  “It does. Cages aren’t my thing, but at least with this I can lose the top and the doors.”

  “Cages?”

  “Cars.”

  “Oh.”

  He gives me a hand up, and as I sink into the warm leather seat, he climbs in next to me. When he starts it up, country music floats from the speakers.

  “Didn’t figure you for a country fan.”

  “Don’t let the leather fool you, Em. At heart, I’m just a good ol’ country boy.”

  “Yeah. If you say so.” I roll my eyes, returning his smile.

  “I do. How was your day, darlin’?”

  “Good. I was pretty much a couch potato today. Not much movement.” He chuckles, and I turn in my seat to smack him. “I’m glad that amuses you.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, Em. I feel bad that you’re experiencing all this pain and discomfort, but it’s also fucking amazing that it’s because of me.”

  “Yeah? Why is that?”

  “Because every time you moved, you thought of me.”

  He’s right, of course. Everything I feel is a reminder that he was inside me last night. “Yeah, well, I hope you’re not looking for a repeat tonight.”

  “Trust and believe, Emily. I know a million ways to make you come without even touching your pussy.”

  That very traitorous body part jumps. I shift in my seat, crossing my legs. Maybe I should put some real thought into that list.

  “What about my list?” I ask, hating how timid my voice sounds.

  “Is it ready?”

  “I haven’t written it down.”

  “You don’t need to. I don’t want you to give me the entire thing. We’ll work through it one at a time. It’s up to you how fast or slow we move.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  Back at his place, he turns on the TV, a basketball game playing as we climb into his huge bed. Surprisingly, he extends his arm, letting me lay my head on his chest. This doesn’t seem like anything that would be covered in our agreement, but I’m not complaining. In fact, I wish we could do this every night.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Fine. Good.”

  I know what he’s really asking. I may still be suffering from the effects of last night, but something tells me if he touched me, I’d be more than willing.

  “Hungry?”

  “No. Why are you always trying to feed me?”

  “Why shouldn’t I? I’m the one fucking you now. I need to make sure you’re fed and hydrated.”

  “I see.”

  “Emily, this is about more than just sex. As long as you’re with me, you can be damn sure you’ll be taken care of. Whatever you need, I got you.”

  My throat locks up. After all our years of marriage, I never once heard James utter those words. He was all about what I was bringing to the table.

  “I don’t need you to take care of me,” I whisper the lie. This is not about money. What I need is a man who can recognize and appreciate an independent woman, yet still make her feel like a princess. A man who will be her strength when she can’t find hers. A man who recommends coconut oil for a vagina he’s made sore; a man who holds that woman in his arms and makes sure she’s eaten.

  “I know, but I need to. Making sure you’re okay and that you have everything you need is my duty. Even something as small as knowing you’ve eaten. I’m going to spoil you, Emily. Get used to it.”

  “I’m fine,” I tell him, fighting the urge to swoon. “Uncle Jeff made steaks because he thought I was sick. I’m quite full.”

  “Good. Now come here.”

  Without him telling me, I know what he wants. I straddle him, settling my hands on his shoulders. Our eyes meet, electricity crackling between us that sends a shiver down my spine. His palms slide up my thighs to my hips, positioning me the way he wants—sitting directly on his dick. He’s not hard, but I don’t think he’ll stay that way for long.

  “You like this, don’t you? Women on top?”

  “I like you on top of me, Emily.”

  My breathing accelerates, words coming out on a whisper. “You do?”

  “I get to see you.” His gaze moves down my body and slowly back up before his eyes meet mine again. “All of you. Every. Gorgeous. Inch.”

  “Venom….”

  “Let me see you, Em.”

  Gripping the hem of my shirt, I pull it up and off, not breaking our stare. He reaches up, gently sliding the straps of my bra down my shoulders before unhooking it in the back. I allow him to remove it, watching his eyes drop to my breasts. His tongue darts out, slowly curling over his bottom lip. It disappears, teeth sinking into his lip. He’s looking at me as if he wants to devour me.

  And I want to do the same.

  “My list,” I blurt out. “I know what’s next.”

  “What is it, darlin’?”

  “You. I want… I want to taste you.”

  Grabbing my ass, he swings his feet over the side of the bed and stands, taking me with him. He sets me down, immediately losing his hoodie and the shirt beneath it. My heart hammers against my rib cage when he reaches for his belt and jeans. I want to do something, anything, but I’m stuck to the spot, watching flawlessness being slowly revealed. I have no idea why he wants me, someone on the opposite end of the perfection spectrum, but he does. And I intend to take full advantage.

  I lay my palms on his pecs, lightly trailing them down. Getting the chance to finally be up close and personal, I take in his tattoos. The logo from the back of his cut is in the middle of his chest, the words “Army Strong” printed over his heart in the famous font. Across his stomach are more words: “It is more fun to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven.” My fingertips brush his nipples, making his head fall back with a groan. I capitalize on that, stepping forward to use my tongue instead. I lick at both nipples, gently pulling on the rings with my teeth.

  “Emily….”

  He tugs on my hair tie, releasing my hair from its confines so it tumbles down my back. I don’t stop, moving down and sliding my tongue up his abs. Before I get to my knees, he grabs my wrist and pulls me up.

  “We do this my way, Emily.”

  He kneels before me instead, relieving me of my leggings. When he finds I’m not wearing panties, he grunts his approval. On his way back up, his fingers glide over my skin—my calves, the backs of my knees, my inner thighs—before ghosting over my mound. My entire body shivers, eyes close, a moan coming from somewhere deep inside me. He continues up my sides, then to my breasts, pinching both nipples. My eyes snap open, meeting his.

  “Your body is a playground, Emily. Time to have some fun.”

  He leaves me and I instinctively turn to watch him. A black metal box is retrieved from his closet and placed at the foot of the bed. The TV is switched off.

  “I made a stop on my way back from Atlanta yesterday,” he states, unlocking the box and flipping the lid open. “Got us a few toys.”

  I take a peek, noting how everything is neatly compartmentalized. I’ve used toys before, but I’m certain those experiences will pale in comparison to this one. Venom removes three items, freeing them of their wrapping. I squirm, my body unable to contain the sensations running through it as he moves toward me.

  “Don’t worry. They’re all new and I already cleaned them.” I nod, my voice missing in action. “Are you wet, Emily?” Another nod. I’ve been wet. “Check for me. I want to see.”

  I slide my fingers between my lips, swallowing hard as I nod again to confirm I am. He takes my hand, inspecting my fingers before placing them at my lips. Without prompting, I take my wet digits into my mouth, sucking my juices from them. He removes them, sta
re hungry as he focuses on my lips. That’s when I realize he hasn’t kissed me yet. Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, tongue sliding between them.

  “Mmm,” he moans. “My two favorite flavors.”

  My knees wobble.

  Kneeling before me once more, he helps me with the first toy—a purple butterfly stimulator. I step into the straps, impatiently waiting for him to fit it in place.

  “How did you know purple is my favorite color?”

  “I didn’t.” He grins up at me. “But thanks for the info.”

  He rises and I notice a shift in his demeanor. He seems taller, more… compelling. Dominant. Hotter. The next toy appears, quickly and efficiently affixed to my nipples.

  “How do they feel?” he asks, pulling gently on the chain connecting them.

  “Okay.”

  He tightens them.

  I whimper as a bolt of sensation races down my stomach, zapping my clit. Holy fuck! While I fight to contain the feelings flowing through me, he moves around me, fingers gliding on my stomach, to my side, and finally down my spine. Tremors rock my body.

  “Hair.” Gathering my hair in a fist, I lift it out of his way so he can clasp a collar around my neck. The jangle of a chain sounds before he says, “Hands.”

  I drop them to my sides, my thoughts racing when he cuffs one, then the other behind my back. A slight tug reveals that the cuffs are attached to each other, the chain linking them to the collar. Ooh, lawd. What have I gotten myself into? I have no idea but I’m itching to find out.

  Venom stands before me once more, meeting my eyes. The sun itself couldn’t produce the heat in his gaze. Fascinated, I stare into the flames, knowing they will consume me but not caring. I savor them as they lick at my body, trying to inch closer. The man is a raging wildfire I’d gladly dive head-first into.

  “On your knees, Emily.”

  CHAPTER 10

  ***Emily***

  I drop to the plush carpet, wondering how many other women have been in this spot. Is that why it’s so soft? For our comfort? My brain stops working when he kicks off his jeans and boxers. He grabs his now-hard dick, enclosing it in a tight fist. I shift my position, my pussy beginning to thrum, nipples starting to ache. It’s a good ache, if there is such a thing. Venom slides his free hand into my hair, pushing my head back so I’m looking up at his face.