Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5
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I place the wrapped boxes in my closet, unsure if I’ll get the opportunity to give them to her. It’s Christmas Day, my family is in the bar enjoying it and each other, and here I am holed up with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar. An unwelcome knock at the door makes me groan. These Hounds don’t give up. This is the third time today Marisol has “checked” on me.
“Go away!”
“Venom,” comes a soft, tentative voice. One that’s definitely not unwelcome. “It’s me.”
I throw the door open, wondering if I’m hearing things. The woman standing on the other side makes me wonder if I’m seeing things also.
“Emily?”
“Hi.” She gives me a weak smile. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I close the door behind us, sitting on the bed and watching her expectantly.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called. I’ve just been… thinking.”
“Didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“Honestly, I almost didn’t come.”
“Why did you?”
“You.” She rubs her palms on the side of her jeans in a nervous manner, sitting next to me. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking.”
“And?”
“And I’ve been muddying the waters of our agreement. I’ve never had a relationship like this one, and sometimes I forget. It’s not my place to question your actions and lifestyle choices, or ask you to cuddle, or anything you don’t want to do. I’m sorry.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, wanting to hear the words.
“I’m saying I want to continue our arrangement. If you want to, that is,” she quickly adds. “I can’t promise I won’t mess up, but I’ll try to do better.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I know you won’t hurt me, but I’d rather not be in a position like the one you put me in the other night.”
“That was on me and I’m sorry. I guess I was muddying the waters, too. I won’t try to involve you in club stuff anymore.”
“I like it here, at the clubhouse. I don’t mind it, but just not… out. Not where the ‘unfriendlies’ are,” she says, complete with air quotes.
“You got it, darlin’.”
She closes her eyes, a sense of calm overcoming her.
“I love it when you call me that.”
“Well, darlin’, why don’t you come over here and give me a kiss, darlin’?”
She giggles, straddling my lap without instruction, gently pressing her lips to mine. It’s at this moment, the point of contact, that I realize how much I really missed this. Her.
My hands glide up her thighs, grabbing her ass and squeezing. Fuck, her body feels so good against me, in my hands, on top of me.
“Need to fuck you, Emily,” I groan.
She moans, mumbling against my lips, “Can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
She pulls back, putting space between our lips. I hate space. I hate space between us.
“Chopper told me to tell you that dinner is ready.”
“Fuck Chopper, and fuck dinner. I’m getting inside you now. No condom.”
“What?”
“Got the test results back.”
“Where are they?” she asks eagerly, hopping off my lap.
Fuck. Me.
Growling in frustration, I retrieve them from the drawer on the nightstand, handing her all three envelopes. She looks them over quite thoroughly before handing them back with a grin.
“I saw my doctor while I was in ATL. Got my shot,” she teases, backing away toward the door.
“Fuck, Emily. Get your ass back here.” I grab my hard dick, adjusting it to ease the ache.
“Dinner. Everyone’s waiting for us.”
I free my dick from my jeans, stroking it as I approach her. Her eyes drop to my crotch, tongue sliding over her lower lip.
“Do I look like I care?” She backs into the wall, pressing her thighs together. “You want this, Emily. You want me to fuck you against that wall, hammer into you to make up for the time you were away.”
“Venom….”
“Did you dream about me?” I cage her in with my arms, planting my palms on either side of her. “Did you wake up wet and horny? Did you come in your sleep?”
“Um… maybe once.”
“Once?” I unbutton her jeans, lazily tracing a line across her stomach. Her eyes close, body trembling.
Undoing the top buttons on her shirt, I push the sides apart, tugging one cup of her bra down to release a breast. Her luscious flesh pops out, pink nipple hard and jutting out. Reaching for me. I tease it gently with my index finger, smiling in triumph at her moan.
“Okay… maybe more than once.”
I lean forward, leisurely licking her nipple. Her fingers curl in my hair, pulling hard when I suck on it. Getting her jeans out of the way, I wrangle them down her hips with swift jerks.
“Venom….” She whimpers, holding me tight to her breast. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I slide my tongue over her sternum and up her neck, stepping to the side so my dick rests on her thigh. I dip my hand into her panties to slowly circle her clit. She’s wet, the crotch of her panties soaked through. Her hips roll against my fingers, head falling back on the wall. I want her crazy for me. So crazy she’ll beg me to fuck her.
“Need you to come, darlin’,” I whisper against her ear.
“I want to, but not now,” she says on a series of whimpers.
“What’s wrong with now?”
“If you behave… we can add our third tonight.”
I pull back, still stroking her lips as I ask, “Tonight?”
“Merry… Oh!” She shivers. “Christmas.”
“Your fantasy, darlin’, so I think that’s my line.”
She grips my dick, fisting it as she holds my stare. “She can touch you, you can touch her, but this?” She squeezes my dick, making me groan. “This is mine.”
“Fuck, Emily.”
Her boldness grows with each passing day. I can’t believe this is the same woman who wouldn’t even meet my eyes when I gave her a compliment.
“Deal?”
“Deal,” I agree, slowly and deliberately sucking her sweet juices from my fingers while she watches in awe.
Flustered, Emily begins fixing her clothes, and I reluctantly tuck my dick back in my jeans. Oh, she’s going to pay for this later. Right after I punish her for disappearing and depriving me of her vise-grip pussy.
We head to the bar, and I wonder if anyone can see I’m walking funny. Neglected hard-ons are no joke. I set Emily up in a spot close to the other old ladies, telling her to stay put while I grab us something to eat. The bar top has been converted into a makeshift buffet table, covered end to end with food. Chopper and Nita went all out this year. I spot Marisol, pulling her aside to make sure she doesn’t make any plans with another brother tonight.
“Hey, we’re a go for tonight.”
Her blue eyes light up. “Awesome. Been a while since I had a ménage.”
“Listen, tonight is about Emily. You concentrate on her, make her feel good.”
“What about you?”
I glance back at Emily, whose anxious gaze is trained on us. “She thinks she wants that, but I don’t think she’s ready. Let’s just focus on her.”
“Got it.”
I load up two plates before making my way through the crowd back to Emily. She takes hers, balancing it on her lap as she turns to me.
“What did she say?”
“It’s all good, darlin’. She’s looking forward to it.”
“Really?”
“Really, Em. Stop worrying.”
“Okay.”
She starts eating, but we’re interrupted not long after by Nita. She hands us some drinks, stopping to talk to Emily.
“Hi. Didn’t get a chance to talk to you the other night. I’m Nita, Gage and Ellen’s aunt.”
“Emily. Nice to meet you, Nita.”
“Yes, better than okay.”
“Good. You need anything, you let me know, honey.”
“I will. Thanks.” As she walks away, Emily adds, “She seems nice.”
“She is. Eat up.”
“Anxious much?” She grins, poking me in the side.
“What do you think? It’s been days, Emily. Days.”
“Oh, bless your heart. To have to go days without sex. You must be scarred for life,” she mocks me.
“I hope you’re enjoying sitting down. You won’t be doing much of it after tonight.”
I can almost hear the gulp as she swallows. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, Raven leans over and interrupts.
“Hey, Emily. Wanna go shopping with me for baby stuff? Chrissy’s heading back to school soon and Ellen’s really busy with work. I’d take Gage, but he’d buy four of everything we don’t need.”
“Of course. I’d love to.”
“Thanks!”
For the next two hours, I’m subjected to more holiday shit. Mingling, nog drinking, and gift exchanges. Usually I’m all for it, but right now I only want to take Emily back to my room. Having her by my side is the only thing keeping me sane. Strange, since she’s the reason I’m losing my mind in the first place.
“Who wants dessert?” Nita shouts, answered by whistles and hollers. “This year, we have Millie’s apple pie, and this gorgeous gingerbread cookie cake Venom’s lady, Emily, made for us.”
Emily blushes, burying her face in my chest. Nita’s right. The cake is beautiful, decorated with little gingerbread men on the side. There are also a few on top that look like they’re playing in the snow. Judging by her muffins, I bet it’s delicious. Of course, I make sure I get the first piece. And I was right. Fucking delicious. She declines a slice, saying she’s already broken her diet with dinner.
“This is incredible, darlin’. Taste, presentation… all top-notch.”
“Thanks,” she replies in a timid voice.
The sheer innocence this woman exudes is baffling to me. How can someone so sweet drive me so fucking nuts in the bedroom? I need her now. Fuck this shit. I grab her hand and head for my room, motioning for Marisol to follow. Both women watch me lock the door, standing by the bed and awaiting instruction.
I fucking love my life.
Placing a chair at the foot of the bed, I light up a cigar and sit for the show. Taking a puff, I blow the smoke toward Emily and Marisol.
“Clothes. Off.”
***Emily***
At Venom’s command, Marisol’s clothes begin falling off. I watch, transfixed as her body is revealed. What am I doing? I look to Venom, whose eyes are focused on me and not the woman getting naked next to me. The message is clear—I’m the one who matters. This is what I asked for, and I can end it all with one word.
But I don’t want to.
As if he sees the change in me, he nods to Marisol. The woman moves closer, gently touching my shoulder. I turn to her, searching her face for any reluctance but not finding any.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“No doubt.” She gives me a reassuring smile, deft fingers quickly undoing the buttons on my shirt. I take a deep breath, holding it as she pushes the garment down my arms. My jeans and bra are next to go, piled on top of my shirt on the floor.
“Emily.” Venom’s voice startles me. “Come to me.”
I stand before him, pulse racing while I endure his hungry gaze, his threat prevalent in my mind. However, I’m not scared. He won’t hurt me. I want him to spank me. I want everything he can give me.
He tugs me onto his lap, maneuvering me onto my stomach with lightning speed. I gasp, nervous anticipation thrumming through my entire body. I turn my head, seeking Marisol, and find her now completely naked, sitting at the foot of the bed, legs spread. Venom and I have full view of her. Her pink lips are parted, chest heaving as she watches us. Venom’s palm caresses my ass, squeezing each cheek in turn.
“Naughty girl, did you think you could keep all this away from me?” he asks.
“I… I wasn’t—”
His palm crashes down on my ass, cutting off my words. Why did I have to wear a thong today? My eyes snap closed, a yelp coming from my lips. He curls his fingers in the waist of my panties, roughly tugging them down. Instead of pulling them off, there’s a rip and then they’re gone. Both hands knead my cheeks, spreading them before there’s a slap just above my thigh. I moan, biting my lip when he delivers another. The sound of a different moan reminds me of Marisol’s presence. I glance in her direction, shocked to find her touching herself as she watches us. She likes this, likes to see me being punished. Christ, she’s getting off on it.
“See that?” Venom asks, caressing yet again. “Marisol’s pussy is wet from watching me spank your ass. She loves to see how red it’s getting… my palm printed on the cheeks.”
I squirm on his lap, my clit beginning to throb. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he raises me up while slightly parting my thighs. His free hand strokes me, sliding up and down my pussy from clit to entrance.
“Oh, God….”
He grunts, smacking both cheeks in quick succession before dipping a finger inside me.
“Yes!”
I’m lowered back to his lap, his left hand landing stinging slaps while the right gives immense pleasure, thumb rubbing my clit, middle finger gliding in and out of my soaked pussy. Just as I’m about to come, he withdraws his attentions. I groan, body protesting when he sets me upright.
“On your knees in the middle of the bed.”
Marisol moves, too, kneeling in front of me. Venom leans back in his chair, puffing on his cigar. The other woman’s fingers glide up my arms, sending tingly sensations through me.
“Relax, Emily,” she whispers before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
I remain frozen to the spot as her soft lips move over mine. Her fingers trail over my breasts and around my nipples, pinching them. The action spurs me into motion and I return her kiss, tentatively touching my tongue to hers. She moans—fucking moans! I made her feel good. Me! With a burst of courage, I move closer, placing my hand on her hips. Her soft skin, gentle actions, flowery scent, fruity taste—so different from what I’m used to, yet still so arousing. Her fingers leave my nipple, moving to my clit. My hips jerk toward her, slowly grinding on her hand.
“I want to taste you,” she continues in the same soft voice.
She gently positions me on my back, parting my legs and settling between them. The nerves hit me. I try to pull away but meet Venom’s eyes in the process. His shirt is gone, his jeans open, dick resting against his stomach. Our gazes lock and he wraps his fingers around it, stroking up and down as he watches. It’s enough to distract me until there’s a gentle swipe on my clit.
“Oh!”
Rising, Venom stubs out his cigar, kicks off his jeans and boxers, and makes his way toward us. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over. Marisol’s tongue moves down, pushing at my entrance while Venom’s takes its place on my clit. I cry out, head thrown back, hand fisting in his hair. It’s too much. I don’t know how much more I can handle. Venom and Marisol, both tongues moving to their own beat. My muscles begin to clench. Venom’s tongue disappears, his body appearing behind me, hard dick pressing into my back. He props me up on his thighs, his big hands cupping my breasts, fingers tweaking my nipples. Marisol inserts two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out while her tongue flicks on my clit.
“Oh, fuck….” I writhe on the bed, my new elevated position showing me that she’s fingering herself with her free hand.
“She tastes good, Venom.”
“Oh, I know,” he says, hand gliding down my stomach, replacing Marisol’s tongue. He gently rubs my clit, smacking it, t
hen immediately plunging a finger inside me.
“Venom,” I groan, needing more than a finger.
He moves back to my breasts, Marisol resuming her position. My head thrashes from side to side when she sucks on my clit, moaning around it. Venom covers my mouth with his, tongue forcefully tasting as his fingers continue to torture my breasts. He pulls on my nipples, twisting them painfully, but oh so good. My moans begin to mix with Marisol’s until I’m unsure which are mine and which are hers. I clench around her fingers, nails digging into Venom’s arms.
“Fuck!” I scream, stars dancing behind my lids as I explode, legs quivering.
My hips rise off the bed but Marisol grips my thighs, licking me until I stop shaking. After one final kiss on my clit, I watch in awe as she rises, gets dressed, then walks out the door, blowing me a kiss.
“Oh, my God, that was… there are no words.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, darlin’.”
“Enjoyed is an understatement. When the two of you were… Jesus.” I roll over onto my stomach, Venom’s still-hard dick now in my face. “Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh.’”
With a smile, I climb on top of him. He likes me this way, and I want to see his face when he slides inside me for the first time without a condom. I curl my fingers around him, rubbing the head between my lips before sinking down on him. My thighs quiver, nails pressing into his shoulders. God, he feels good. His eyes close and his lips part, head falling back against the headboard.
“Holy… fucking… shit,” he mumbles. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me in place. “Fuck, Emily.” I’m mesmerized by his reaction, unable to move. “Thank fuck you came already because I’m not going to last long.”
He shifts, hips pinning me to the bed as he thrusts deep. I grab the sheets, back arching. He starts to move, fast, deep, hard thrusts, as if he’s still trying to punish me.
“This is my pussy, Emily. Mine.”
“Yes, yours.”
“Don’t you fucking make me wait so long again.”
“I won’t. Fuck me, Venom.”
Reacting to the urgency in my voice, he moves to his knees and grabs my hips, raising them off the bed to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re so tight… so wet. My fucking pussy!”