by Jenika Snow
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.
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.
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.
“There 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.
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.
“That’s because everyone is watching us,” he said on a low growl, the vibrations traveling right to the center of her body. “But let them see it. Let them watch. I want them to know you’re mine. I wanted them to know that since the moment you gave yourself over to me.”
This chill raced over her body despite the fact she was overheated. She was buzzed enough, aroused even, to suggest going to one of the back rooms. But that’s not what tonight was about.
She pulled away and looked into his face. His eyes were half-mast, his pupils dilated. He leaned in close, right by her ear, his warm breath tickling the shell.
“I could take you right now and it wouldn’t be enough.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, causing her heart to skip a beat. “I could pull you into one of the back rooms, devour you until I was drunk from the flavor and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
She wanted him right then and there, but tonight was not the night for that. She wanted to make things good with the club, and if they were going to know she was with Weasel, she didn’t want it to be in a lewd, crude manner. They had plenty of time for that, hopefully even tonight.
She smiled up at him and ran her finger along his lip. “Let me go to the bathroom and maybe we can talk about how we can officially tell people about us, if you want?” There was no point in trying to deny or hide it. Not when they had just been grinding for the last twenty minutes.
“Don’t be too long, baby.”
She walked away before he could pull her back in, before she could hope he yanked her back to his hard body. She ran her fingers along her temple, feeling beads of sweat from their passionate dance. The room slightly spun, not because she was totally wasted, but because she had a good buzz, her body was heated, and also because she felt like she was high on the arousal.
When she got to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, she leaned against it and exhaled. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She stared at her reflection and could see this glow on her face. If they didn’t know her and Weasel were together already, they’d find out soon enough.
Or maybe they just thought she was sharing his bed, a one-time thing, just a fling for both of them?
She used the facility and washed her hands, letting the cold water move along her fingers and palms. Renee stared at her reflection again, her
eyes big, her hair slightly mussed. After splashing some water on her face to cool herself down, she grabbed the towel and dried off, feeling happiness fill her.
She smiled at herself in the mirror and then turned and opened the bathroom door. She was focused on her hands when she stepped outside and ran right into somebody.
The air left her and she stumbled backward, reaching for the doorframe to balance herself. When she glanced up she saw a younger man standing in front of her, the leather vest he wore stating he was a Prospect of the club.
He swerved a little bit, his eyes glassy and bloodshot, the stench of booze coming from him like a slap to the face. He looked her up and down, and although she’d never seen him before she had a feeling he knew who she was.
As if he read her mind his top lip curled up in a sneer. He took a step closer but she held her ground, not sure what he planned but not about to take his shit.
Being Vengeance’s sister had made her strong. It had taught her not to put up with other people’s crap.
“You’re that fucking bitch that had the falling out with the club.”
Renee wouldn’t have called it a falling out, but even so she wasn’t sure what it was of his concern since she’d never seen him before. Maybe he heard something in the past, rumors that made him think he knew her or knew the situation?
She tried to move past him because she was not about to get into an altercation with a drunken idiot, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her backward. The movement was so sudden that she slammed into the wall, her head cracking back and pain shooting up her spine.
A small sound of shock and pain left her, and she instinctively lifted her hand and held the back of her head.
“The fact you think you can come here, that you’re welcome is fucking hilarious.”
He was right in front of her, his warm, humid breath wafting on her face. But before she could say or do anything, his body was suddenly away from hers and tossed across the room. She blinked a few times and stared at Weasel, his body big, imposing, and the anger radiating off him like rays from the sun.