A Very Venom Christmas: RBMC: Ankeny IA

by Kristine Allen

“This thing sucks,” I grumbled as I repositioned on the gurney. “And I feel like I’m in a cage,” I said as I motioned to the raised side rails.

  “So sorry the accommodations suck,” he replied with a sardonic chuckle.

  “You’re a real dick, you know?” I winced as he checked my dressings. His blue eyes met mine, and he gave me a half smile.

  “Yeah, you said that a few times, along with a bunch more colorful phrases when I dug the bullet out of your shoulder. You were lucky that dickwad was so far away when he fired, or the damage could’ve been a lot worse.” He pulled off the gloves he was wearing and tossed them in the trash.

  “Can I go sleep in the room I was staying in? I won’t get any rest here,” I said, knowing I was being a whiny bitch but unable to help it. What I really wanted to do was go find Loralei, but I was fucking tired.

  “I don’t see why not, but let me help you get there,” he insisted.

  “You’re making me feel like a pussy. Hey. The girl I was with… is she okay?” The last I’d seen, Soap was hauling her toward the clubhouse, but I had no idea what went down after I got shot.

  “Yeah, she’s good. She was with Tash, then she came in here to check on your ass. Wanted to sleep in here with you. I’d say you have a fan,” he teased, and I frowned to prevent myself from grinning like an idiot.

  “Hmph,” I grunted as he dropped the one rail and helped me sit up. I got momentarily lightheaded, but it went away quickly. Surprisingly, other than a dull throb, the wounds weren’t too bad.

  When I didn’t think and tried to grab the side of the bed with my bad arm, I winced.

  “Easy. That arm is gonna be tender, and no lifting or sudden movements unless you want to tear my stitches and bleed all over the place.” He let me use his shoulder to stand, made sure I was going to be steady, then helped me shuffle down the hall.

  When we reached the room I’d stayed in the night before, he opened the door and paused. “Shit, I didn’t know Prez put her in here,” he mumbled quietly.

  My head craned around the doorjamb to see long dark hair splayed across the pillow and thick feathered lashes resting above her bruised cheek. Despite everything, she was still beautiful, and I fought the stirring in my jeans and the jump of my heart.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered as I brushed past him. “Thanks,” I said, effectively dismissing him with my tone.

  “No problem. I’m three doors down that way if you need me.” He pointed to the opposite side of the hall from Snow’s room.

  “Thanks again,” I said. He nodded and walked off. Slowly, I entered the room, closed the door, and moved to the bed. I dropped my jeans with a loud thump. I winced at the noise and watched her with bated breath to see if she stirred.

  When she didn’t, I carefully climbed in behind her and cautiously rested my injured arm over her body. It didn’t seem to hurt too bad, so I snuggled closer to her warmth, only then realizing she was naked.

  I groaned at the delicious temptation as I settled my cock against her ass. Despite my raging hard-on, I quickly fell asleep. The night’s events had finally caught up with me.

  Soft skin was under my rough palm, and I squeezed as my hips bucked forward into the firm ass in front of me. A needy moan was followed by a slender hand reaching back and gripping my hip.

  In my lust-filled half-awake state, I buried my face in the silky hair in front of me. My fingers pinched the peaked nipple and rolled it. Her back arched, pushing her tit into my hand, her ass into my cock, and I groaned.

  A gasp was followed by her jumping up to a sitting position, which jarred my bad arm, making me wince and grit my teeth.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! How are you feeling?” she asked in a voice raspy from sleep and possibly the smoke from the night before. Her dark hair fell in sexy, knotted waves around her naked shoulders, but she held the sheet over her tits, which made me grouchy as fuck.

  “I’ve felt better,” I muttered as I rolled to my back and closed my eyes again. With my good arm, I reached for her and tugged to get her to come closer.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.

  “Trying to get you to sit on my cock,” I boldly replied.

  She coughed out a laugh. “Are you serious right now?” she asked. “You were shot last night.”

  “So? I’m not dead.”

  “Obviously,” she said with a voice full of humor. I opened a single eye to look at her and saw her staring at my cock that was achingly hard.

  “How about instead of looking at it, you climb up there and warm him up?” I offered.

  “Won’t that hurt you?”

  “Not if you do all the work,” I suggested, not expecting her to take me up on the idea. So when she dropped the sheet and straddled me, my eyes popped open wide.

  “Well, hell yes,” I said happily. She grinned saucily as she slid her incredibly wet slit along the length of my rock-hard shaft. The feeling was amazing, and I sighed. It would be better if she lifted enough to let me slide inside, but I wasn’t complaining.

  She stopped, and I drew my gaze from her perky tits to her eyes as they studied me.

  “What? Why’d you stop?” I wanted to whine like a little kid denied their favorite treat, but I held my maturity—by the slimmest thread.

  “What are we doing?” she whispered.

  “You’re going to fuck me until we both come and then maybe do it again?” I offered helpfully. A crooked smile lifted the corner of her beautiful mouth.

  “I meant, what is this? What are we going to do about us? About this?” She motioned toward her stomach where our baby grew. She seemed to be on the verge of saying something else, but she held her tongue.

  My bad arm lay at my side, but my other one reached for her, resting over the slight curve of her belly. My thumb softly stroked the skin. I inhaled slowly and let it out, then looked her in the eye.

  “We’re gonna figure this out. There are things about me you don’t know and maybe won’t understand.” I swallowed hard. “But there’s something about you that I haven’t been able to shake.”

  Hesitating wasn’t something I normally did, but she’d thrown me for a loop since that first night. Deciding what to say next, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, moving my piercings as I did.

  She reached out with a single finger and moved them one at a time. “Oh? What’s that?” she asked as she continued to stare at my piercings where she gently played with them.

  “Do you feel anything strange when I touch you?” I asked as I moved my thumb again.

  “Besides wanting to jump your bones?” She snickered, causing her tits to jiggle, and my cock gave a needy lurch against her wet flesh. “Mmm,” she hummed as she ground into me.

  “Besides that,” I encouraged with a grin and a lift of my hips.

  She rose up slightly and my dick stood up as if reaching for her. She shifted her hips until it was lined up with her wet opening, panting slightly. When she dropped onto my length, I hissed.

  “Am I supposed to feel something besides lust and the desire to be close to you?” She rotated her hips above mine as she reached up and cupped her tits. At that move, all thoughts of where I was going with my questioning dissolved into a blissful sigh.

  “What are you doing to me?” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the sex. She was making me feel things I didn’t want to feel—making me crave things I had no right wanting.

  “Making you feel good” was her breathless reply—proof she didn’t know what I’d meant by my question.

  Torturously slow, she continued to ride me. I raised my head from the pillow, ignoring the pull in my shoulder as I watched my glistening cock disappear into her tight as fuck sheath over and over.

  “Goddamn,” I gasped as she gripped my cock tightly with her core muscles on a downward stroke. My injured arm fought to grab her hips, but I managed to keep my hand fisted in the sheets as the other gripped her hip.

  Knowing that the sheen on my cock was
from her soaking wet pussy was driving me crazy. The next time she dropped onto my length, I rose up to meet her. I was already sweating at the exertion it took to keep myself from turning her over to fuck her through the mattress.

  The slap of our flesh connecting filled the room. Soft grunts with each thrust echoing off the walls. “Fuck me,” I ground out. She increased her pace, and my spine tingled as my balls tightened.

  The pain in my shoulder was becoming a dull roar in my ears, but I ignored it. Intent on getting her to come before I did, I released her hip and slipped my thumb through the wetness surrounding my cock. She gasped at the feel of my hand between us but panted when my thumb came up to circle her clit.

  I fought my orgasm because I needed her to get there first.

  Faster, I circled her swollen nub. Harder, she slammed that tight pussy down on my throbbing cock.

  “You better fucking come,” I growled, then pinched her slippery clit. She screamed as her hot sheath violently spasmed around me and I filled her cunt with what seemed like buckets of come. “Yes,” I chanted with each thrust as I kept feeding her shuddering orgasm.

  Her entire body quivering, she gave one last grinding stroke, making my eyes cross at the overstimulation of my still pulsing cock.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, babe,” I groaned as I bucked up into her.

  “Holy shit,” she said as she panted and dropped her head.

  “My thoughts exactly,” I replied as I rapidly inhaled, then gave a breathless laugh.

  Slowly, she raised her head. Her full lips were parted softly, and her eyes held that perfect just-been-fucked haze. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, because I watched as they popped wide open and she stared at me.

  “Your shoulder!”

  I glanced over to see blood seeping through the white gauze dressing. Dismissing it, I reached up to trail a finger across her lower lip. “It’s fine. Kiss me,” I demanded.

  Her brows lowered in concern as she continued to stare at the bandage. Then she glanced at my smirk as I lifted my hips again. “Fucking kiss me,” I repeated.

  “Are you sure?” she questioned in worry.

  Not waiting for her to decide to listen, I reached up, grabbed her by the throat, and tugged her to me. Her hand shot out to balance herself, landing next to my head. I brought her to my lips and teased hers with my tongue until they opened. Our tongues twisted. Tasting her, I nipped her tongue, then her lip, as she withdrew. I brought us back together. Sensuously, we let our mouths continue what our bodies had been doing before.

  Thrust, swirl, bite—it was an erotic dance that had me squeezing her throat slightly as she moaned. Belated, I remembered her bruised neck and loosened my hold.

  Finally, we broke free and she rested her forehead to mine. My thumb gently stroked over her pulse.

  “What do we do now?” she asked, her words feathering across my damp lips.

  “We’re going to get the hell out of here. I’m taking you back to Ankeny with me.”

  She sat up abruptly. “I can’t! I have a job, and I need to check on my house! And—”

  I cut her off with my hand over her mouth. “Stop.”

  She blinked at me, then bit my hand. “Hey!” I said, wide-eyed at her boldness.

  “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do,” she growled out. She reminded me of a feisty little chihuahua—tiny but fierce, and I chuckled.

  “Easy there, killer. You aren’t going back to your house right now.” She started to interrupt, but I placed a finger over her lips with a warning glare at her, which she returned. “Did you forget someone tried to kill us last night?”

  That had her shoulders drooping slightly and worry filling her eyes.

  “Hey, none of that. I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty, I’m just saying we need to get you out of town. I’ll have Snow and his boys check out your house and salvage anything they can. I need to get back to my grandmother and my club.”

  At that she reared back in confusion. “Your club?”

  I sighed, trying to decide how much to tell her once again. “Yeah. My club. You know how Snow and his brothers are the Demented Sons MC up here?”

  She nodded, waiting for me to finish my explanation.

  “Well, I’m the president of my own club down in Ankeny. If the weather has calmed down, I need to get back there. I didn’t plan on being here this long, and I’m not leaving you here.”

  “Don’t I get a say in this?” she sputtered indignantly.

  “Not while you’re carrying my kid, you don’t,” I replied without hesitation. She blinked owlishly at that, then swallowed dramatically. “It’s not safe here right now,” I said in a softer tone.

  Gently, I brushed her hair back and cupped her cheek. “Come on, babe. Get dressed. I need to go see what kind of shape my truck is in, and I need to call home to update them on what’s going on.”

  Reluctantly, she climbed off me, and I hissed through clenched teeth at the loss of her warmth. She looked down at the mess she left behind on me and wrinkled her nose. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Let me grab my towel. It’s down there somewhere.”

  She pointed to the floor, then scrambled down to look. Triumphantly, she popped up with it in her hand and she proceeded to clean me off, paying extra attention to my cock. “I think it’s clean,” I rasped out.

  She froze for a moment. Then she frantically whispered, “We didn’t use a condom.”

  “So?” I raised a brow. “It’s not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

  “No shit,” she deadpanned. “I was more referring to where you might have stuck that thing since the last time.”

  “My dick?” I questioned with disbelief. When she nodded, I huffed out a laugh. “I promise you, my dick hasn’t been anywhere but my hand since the last time I fucked you.”

  “What? You can’t be serious!”

  I shrugged, then winced at the pain it caused. “Fucking hell, that hurt,” I grumbled. Another reason I needed to get home. I needed Angel and his gift to sort this shit out.

  When I struggled to sit, she grabbed my good hand and helped me. I spun to the side of the bed at the same time. My legs straddled hers, and I pulled her forward.

  She was so short that her nipples were damn near at eye level. A lecherous smirk curled my lips, causing her to giggle, then step back. “Come on, I’ll help you get dressed,” she said as she grabbed my jeans. When she lifted them, my phone fell out, and she picked it up.

  “You have a bunch of missed calls,” she said, handing me my phone, then crouched to assist me with my jeans. Raptor had been blowing up my phone, which told me Snow had reached out to him.

  Shit.

  When I returned Raptor’s call, it didn’t ring more than once before he was barking into the phone.

  “What the goddamn fuck is going on?”

  “Far From Perfect (Ghost Notes Symphonies)”—Rise Against

  While Decker gave clipped replies to whoever was on the phone, I dressed in my now dry clothes. Too bad they didn’t air out like I’d hoped they would. They stank of smoke.

  Keeping my eyes averted from his defined naked body was proving to be quite the task, so I slipped into the bathroom. Using the travel toothpaste and one of the toothbrushes, I got rid of the disgusting morning breath. Then I grabbed one of the combs and tried to work it through my mop of hair.

  “Hopeless,” I muttered as I dropped the comb to the sink. I wound my hair up into a messy bun and left it be.

  As I stared in the mirror, I trailed my fingertips gingerly over the bruises and scrapes on my face and neck. I looked like shit, yet Decker had treated me like I was beautiful. Then again, it had been pretty dark in the room.

  “Stop. Get out of your head right fucking now. You are stunning, and no amount of cuts or bruises can disguise that.” My eyes flashed to his in the mirror as I awkwardly dropped my hand.

  “What’s the plan?” I asked as I searched his eyes for a clue as to what was n
ext.

  “My truck is out of commission. Snow is going to trailer it to Storm Lake. My brothers will meet us there and pick it and us up, then take us the rest of the way home. We just need to wait for the weather to clear. It’s expected to die down shortly. Then we’ll wait for them to start clearing the roads.”

  “So can we go by my house to see if anything was salvageable?”

  “Not yet. Roads are still shit, and we don’t need to be seen around there. Hacker said your neighbors called in the fire but with the weather, it took the fire department a hot minute to get there, and by then all they could do was keep it from spreading to the nearby structures.” He looked like he dreaded telling me that. I had no idea who Hacker was or how he knew my neighbors called in the fire, but frankly, it didn’t really matter at that point.

  My shoulders drooped as I fought the helplessness that was surrounding me, threatening to smother me.

  “But I need clothes and shoes. My birth certificate and stuff are in a fireproof lockbox under the bed. Can we try to get it?” I asked as I tried not to cry.

  “I’ll see if one of Snow’s boys can check it out.”

  Turned out, when bikers were grounded from their bikes due to snow, they liked to ride what they called “sleds.” Several of the club members climbed on snowmobiles and rode them into town. A couple of hours later, they came back with my lockbox and, of all things, my truck. Thank God for four-wheel drive.

  My truck would be staying with Snow until we could get back up to get it, despite my arguing I wanted to take it. I was introduced to Hacker, who it turned out was a computer nerd. Though he sure as hell didn’t look like one.

  “I’ll have a duplicate of your driver’s license and anything else you need delivered to you,” he told me after I cried when they told me my phone and purse had been a loss.

  All I could do was nod. They weren’t happy, but I insisted on notifying my employers. I borrowed a phone from them to call Mel to tell him what had happened and that I was leaving town. I also notified the two businesses where I did after-hours cleaning on Saturday nights.

  “Hey, doll. I heard about your stuff, and Soap asked if I had anything for you to wear,” Tash said from the doorway to the kitchen where we were all sitting at the table discussing plans. I stood up and went to her. We both stepped out into the common area so the guys could keep talking.