“Got it.”
“Come find me after,” Raven tells Emily, giving her a knowing wink before the two walk off.
At my door, Emily runs her fingers over the nameplate as I open it.
“Ven-nom.”
“Are you drunk, darlin’?”
“Nope.” She wanders inside, dropping down on the bed where I’d thrown her jacket. “Are we here to…?” She lets her words hang in the air.
“No, Em. I do need you to give me your panties, though.”
“What? Why?”
“Emily. Panties. Now.”
“Jeez.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance.
I let it slide because I know it’s the alcohol talking. She slips them off, and when she brings them to me, I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her close while I shove the underwear in my pocket. Emily keeps surprising me at every turn. When I suggested this list, I had no idea she’d want the things she’s asked for. I can’t wait to hear what the next item is.
Her face is tipped toward mine, lids heavy, lips slightly parted. I need to taste them. I press my lips to hers, loving the way she moans as her arms circle my neck. She opens for me, letting me have my way with her. Her taste, her soft lips, the way her tongue plays with mine… I’ve never thought much of kissing, but kissing Emily? Amazing.
My hand disappears under her skirt, finding her wet and ready.
“Always ready for me.”
She whimpers, hips grinding against my fingers. I remove them, breaking our kiss. “Why’d you stop?” she whines.
“Let’s take this show on the road.”
I help her into her jacket, then tug her out of the room, heading to the back of the clubhouse. The guys have a huge fire going, people—mostly couples—scattered around. I take Emily a few steps from the door, leaning against the building.
“Cold?” I ask.
“No, I’m good.”
We can be easily seen, but no one’s paying attention to us. Almost everyone is watching the girl-on-girl show going on next to the flames. I pull Emily’s body against mine, her back to me. I can tell she’s watching the girls, her head leaning this way and that.
“You like that?” I mumble in her ear.
“It’s… kinda hot.”
Her ass wiggles, rubbing on my hard dick. “Spread your legs a little wider, Emily.”
She obeys, the space she creates allowing me to slip my hand up the back of her skirt and between her thighs. She gasps, glancing around to see if anyone’s looking.
“Concentrate on me, Emily. On my fingers, my voice.” I push at her entrance, my finger gliding in easily. She moans, muscles tightening. “Is this what you wanted? For me to make you come with all these people a few feet away?” She whimpers in answer. “Are you going to scream my name when you come?”
She lets out a long moan, and I have to tell her to be quiet. I move to her clit, all my fingers now drowning in her wetness. This is seriously turning her on. Her hips begin to roll, head falling back on my chest.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she whispers.
I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her right now, but this is for her, not me. The clubhouse door opens, banging against the wall. Emily jumps but I keep her steady, anchoring her to me.
“Shh… don’t move.” I circle her clit faster, kissing and licking her neck. Her entire body is quivering against me. “I love how you always drip for me, Emily. No other man can get you this wet.”
“No….”
She gasps, nails digging into my thigh.
“The girls by the fire… what are they doing?” I ask.
“They’re… one’s fingering the other.”
“Like I’m doing to you?”
“Yes, but… with two fingers.”
I insert two fingers into her tight pussy, biting into her shoulder as I pump them in and out.
“Oh… I’m going to come,” she squeaks.
I return to her clit, concentrating on the little bud as Emily stiffens in my arms. She struggles to suppress a moan, both hands now gripping my thighs. Making her come is one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done and probably ever will do. It’s magical.
When she stops shaking, she turns to face me, a satisfied smile in place.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’ve been told a time or two,” I reply with a smirk.
“Good, because I know what I want to do next.”
“What’s that?”
“A girl.”
I’m shocked into silence. I have no idea how to reply, because I certainly never expected this. It has to be the tequila talking, right? Does she really want a threesome?
“Emily—”
“Hey, you two! If you’re done fucking, the food’s ready!”
***Emily***
Humiliated doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I bury my face in Venom’s chest, wishing I could hide here forever. Someone saw us! Not to mention what I asked for. I’m not into girls, never thought of them in that way. Ever. I’ve never even watched lesbian porn. One little live show and now I want to star in one?
“Fuck off, asshole!” Venom booms, the vibrations of his voice thumping in his chest. “It’s okay, Em. Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s just trying to get back at me for something. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I follow dejectedly, keeping my head down. If he wasn’t holding my hand, I’d probably bump into everyone and everything. We duck into a bathroom, and he allows me to clean up and put my underwear on.
Back in the bar area, an older man and woman are serving the food. The man looks a lot like Gage. I don’t need anyone to tell me they’re related.
“That’s Chopper and Nita,” Venom says. “Gage’s father and aunt.” He motions to another older woman exiting the kitchen. “That’s Millie. She’s with Chopper.”
“Oh, I’ve seen her before. She owns the diner.”
“That’s right.”
“Drink?” a voice asks from behind me. I don’t want to turn around because it’s the same voice from outside.
Fuck. I just want to crawl into a dark, dank hole.
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to embarrass you. I promise I didn’t see anything.” I finally face him, taking the beer he offers. “I’m Tek.”
“Emily.”
Tek tosses his long black hair out of his face, revealing brown eyes lined with black pencil. The kid has enough metal in his face to keep TSA occupied for a week—piercings in his ears, nose, brow, and lower lip. He’s cute, though.
“You’re lucky you apologized, motherfucker. Saved me the trouble of ending you.”
Tek gives Venom his attention. “Dream on, snake boy. Maybe I’ll end you, then Emily and I can run off together.”
Oh my.
“Dream on, nerd.”
This strange interaction is busted up by Chopper and his sister, who offer us each a loaded plate.
“Which one of these idiots are you with, darlin’?” he asks.
“Um….” I look to Venom, unsure how to answer. If I do, I’m practically calling him an idiot, too.
“She’s with me.”
“And how did a motherfucker like you land a beauty like this?” a newcomer with a scar on his cheek asks. The Latino man next to him with the greasy hair looks me up and down with a lascivious grin, eyes resting on my breasts. I shift uncomfortably, covering them with my jacket.
“Every time I see Marlowe, I wonder the same thing about you, fucker.” Venom turns to the ogler. “And you. Eyes north, asshole.”
I observe the men, realizing what I’m in the middle of is their brotherly camaraderie. It’s sweet. Strange, but sweet. Venom introduces the men as Crow and Rico. They continue to joke around through the entire meal, making the time fly by. When Raven taps my shoulder to tell me she’s leaving, I notice there aren’t many people left hanging around.
“Let
me have your number,” she says. “We’ll do lunch tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
After we exchange numbers, Gage wraps his arm around her. “Let’s get you home, baby doll. You must be tired.”
She tips her head up, a loving smile in place. A pang of jealousy rips through me. The way he looks at her? That’s the way I’ve always wanted a man to look at me—like I’m his world. I don’t even know these people, but I can see the love they share. The same thing goes for Ellen and her beau. They surface from the back where the rooms are, Einstein carrying a sleeping little boy. His free hand is gripping Ellen’s as they stride toward us, the picture of a perfectly happy family.
“We’re heading out,” Einstein announces. “See you all tomorrow.”
“Bye.” I wave to the two couples.
“It was nice meeting you, Emily,” both men say at the same time.
“You, too. Thanks for having me.”
“Anytime,” Gage assures me, his impossibly blue eyes twinkling.
Before they’re through the door, Venom wraps his arm around my waist, sliding it down to my hip. “Ready to go?”
“If you are,” I answer.
“Come on, darlin’.”
In the safety of the Jeep, I ask a question that’s been on my mind all night.
“How old is your president’s wife? She seems young.”
“She should. She’s nineteen.”
“How long have they been married?”
“Couple months.”
“Wow. They look very much in love.”
“They are. That man would do anything for Raven.”
Must be nice.
I lay my forehead on the window, thinking back to when I was nineteen. I was in college. Nick and I had just started dating. It was before he wrecked me. Before… everything. How I wish I could go back to that time.
Filled with thoughts of a young and carefree me, it takes Venom opening my door to jar me back to reality. I hurry inside, the cold night wind whipping against my bare legs. I’m about to dive under the covers when Venom hands me a negligée.
“Wear this one, darlin’.”
I change into the black silk nightie, sliding under the warm blanket while ogling him as he undresses.
“You know what I just realized?”
“What?” he asks.
“When we’re having sex, you don’t do that.”
“Do what?” His brows knit in confusion.
“Call me darlin’ or even Em. It’s always Emily. Why?”
“Well.” He perches on the side of the bed. “The day I met you, you said that’s what you prefer. I figure if I’m going to ask for your submission, the least I can do is use your proper name.”
“I don’t mind. In fact, I like when you call me darlin’.”
“Good to know, darlin’.” He winks, heading for the door.
Making good use of my liquid courage, I continue, “Know what else I noticed? You’re never in bed when I wake up.” He stops in his tracks, dropping his head. “When you wake me up during the night, it’s like you never stayed… like you leave the moment I fall asleep.”
He retraces his steps, standing over me and forcing me to look up at him. I don’t know why, but tears well in my eyes.
“It’s not about you, Em. I’ve been working in my office.”
“Working?”
“The next couple of months are going to be extra busy for me. Your uncle is not the only one I do accounting for. I’m just trying to get a head start.”
I hear what he’s saying, and a part of my mind understands. The other part, the part that’s dominating right now, is only focused on one thing.
“I just want to be held. I know it’s not a part of the deal, but… James—”
“Don’t say that name,” he growls. “Especially not in here.”
“I’m sorry. I just….” I wipe at my tears, not knowing what to say. I need to stop. I can’t mess up what I have going with Venom. I can’t.
“Move over, darlin’.” He sighs, occupying the spot I vacated. “Come here.”
I practically dive into his arms, laying my head on his chest. His arms surround me, giving me a sense of safety I haven’t felt in a long time. My tears disappear, his warmth and even breathing lulling me to sleep. With the rhythmic beat of his heart at my ear, I drift off to dreamland.
***
I crack one eye open against the sun streaming in through the windows. Venom is the next thing I see. I’m not in his arms, but at least he’s here. He’s sitting up and working, papers scattered on his side of the bed.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, darlin’.”
He doesn’t look up from his work, so I drag myself out of bed and to the bathroom. There was no sex last night. I don’t know if he was giving me what I asked for or if I fucked things up. No emotions. That was the deal. I not only asked for cuddles, I cried. I fucking cried.
Shit, I’m such a… woman.
Shaking my head, I grab a robe and make my way to the kitchen. Breakfast. That should take my mind off things. I gather some eggs and veggies for omelets, along with bacon. There are some blueberries in the fridge, so I grab those also.
Muffins. That’s it. I’ll make him some blueberry muffins with a streusel topping. I haven’t baked in a while, and as I work on the batter, I must say, it feels good. It feels great. By the time I slide the tray into the oven, I’m humming a tune as I work. Venom walks in when I’m adding the vegetables to the eggs.
“Mmm… smells good in here.”
“Thanks.” I keep my eyes on the pan, nerves jittery as I wait for him to speak again. I only hope when he does, it’s not to chase me off.
“Lose the robe, Em.”
I can’t stop my smile. There’s my answer. He’s not pissed at me.
Like the good girl I am, I slide it off and toss it aside. He’s brought his work with him, so I leave him be, concentrating on his breakfast. When I start plating, he issues another order.
“Lose the nightgown, too.”
My hands falter, but I regain my composure enough to finish. Taking a deep breath, I pull the nightie off, sending it to join the robe. I pick up both plates, slowly making my way to the table. Venom’s gaze is sliding up and down my body, the heat sending a shiver up my spine. His crotch draws my attention, the tented sweatpants a clear indication that he likes what he sees.
Me.
Go figure. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much he wants me. My body. The one I’ve thought flawed for so long, that I’ve been killing myself to improve. Yet Venom comes along and thinks it’s perfect. Even if I don’t believe it, he does, and I believe in him.
I take my seat, shifting in discomfort when his eyes settle on my breasts.
“We should talk,” he announces.
“About?”
“Last night.”
Gulp. “I’m sorry—”
“Emily,” he stops me. “I meant the next item on your list.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh.”
“You had a few drinks in you. I just want to make sure you want to go ahead.”
“You mean… you can arrange it?”
“Of course. I intend to keep my promise, darlin’. You have a preference?”
“Preference?”
“The girl. Blonde, brunette, redhead… tall, short, skinny, thick… tattoos?”
I blink and keep blinking because I can’t believe the topic of our conversation. It’s like he’s ordering me a pizza and wants to know what toppings I like.
“Do you even like girls?”
“Um… I don’t know. I guess I was just caught up in the moment.”
“Is that why your nipples are hard right now?” he asks, lips curled in a playful grin.
Pouting, I cover them with my hands. “They’re hard because I’m naked and you’re staring.”
“So you don’t want to do it?”
“Would… would you be there?”
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br /> “Trust and believe, Em. There’s no way I’d miss that!” He chuckles.
“How would it go, exactly?”
“That’s up to you. You don’t have to reciprocate if you don’t want to. It can be you and her, or the three of us. Me touching her is also up to you.”
“Oh. Um… can I think about it?”
“Sure. Like I said, your fantasies, Emily.”
The oven timer goes off and I almost jump a mile. Lord, if my parents only knew what was happening right now. Me, sitting naked at the breakfast table, talking about a threesome… with another girl! Shit.
I remove the muffins, taking two to Venom, along with some butter.
“Aren’t you having any?” he asks.
“I made them for you.”
“So?” He breaks one in half, slathers butter on it, and takes a big bite. “You made this from scratch?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s amazing, Em. I didn’t know you could bake like this.”
“Thanks.” I blush, clearing the table and washing up. “It’s been a while since I’ve done it, but now that I have more self-control when it comes to food, I think I’ll start again.”
“You should. Especially for me. Bring me another, will you?”
Pleased as punch, I take it to him. As I’m about to turn away, he grabs my wrist and tugs me onto his lap. He breaks off a piece, placing it at my lips. I shouldn’t, but what the hell? It’s just one piece. He pops it into my open mouth, finger resting on my lip as I chew. I swallow, sucking the streusel from his finger. He moans, lips wrapping around my nipple.
“Venom.” His name comes out on a gasp.
“Turn around.”
I straddle his lap, fingers diving into his hair when he begins to worship my breasts. Every inch of each one is subjected to his special brand of torture. Hands knead, tongue glides, lips suck, teeth bite, beard bristles. Jesus. My eyes close, head falling back as I grind on his erection. Christ, one night without him and I’m fiending like a coke addict.
“Fuck, Em.” He buries his face in the valley of my breasts. “We need to talk about something else.”
Huh? “Talk? Now?”
“Yes, now.” He raises his head, grabs my hips, and pulls me closer. “I want you raw, Emily. Are you on the pill?”
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