Page 53 of Venom's Sting
Chapter 19
Ven
Rage and I are grim as we work through the wee hours of the morning to help our club officers divide Rufus’ men into groups—essentially those who are cold-blooded killers and want us dead, and those who just wanted to make a quick buck. Luckily for us, most of the men fall into the latter category, surprisingly enough that seems to include his sons. We’re gonna have to delve into that deeper, so Talon and few of the other club brothers take Edmund, Big Joe, and Hal back to the clubhouse. Dan catches a ride with them because he’s not a member of the Savage Legion and therefore cannot be privy to how we handle this situation. I think he’s on our side, though it might just be he’s on Dan’s side which is fair enough, from what he’s told us already his brothers treated him as an outsider.
Siege and the club officers arbitrate each of the remaining men on a case-by-case basis. They’re required to pay restitution to cover the medical expenses and burials of those who were injured or killed in this conflict. Most were willing to agree to anything to get away from our club unscathed.
That leaves us with two. Boyd and Brock Sanderson turn out to be a special kind of stupid. These two were the ones who hunted down Amy and my mom and brought them back to the farmhouse. I’m not sure exactly where they fit into everything, but ultimately Brock is the one who killed Rufus Grayson.
I think they’re both under the delusion that Siege won’t call the police and are talking up a heap of shit. He surprises themby getting on his cell phone and calling our contact at Las Salinas PD. While we’re waiting for them to come, the sky opens, and rain begins pelting down upon us. Every brother stands firm while our enemies become even more uncomfortable. Brock needs to face the consequences of his actions, both for negligently shooting Rufus and for kidnapping the women in my life. I don’t give a fuck if it was on Rufus’ orders, they aren’t family, they owed the old coot no loyalty, and Brock fucking shot him. I say let the cops deal with the hired muscle and we’ll deal with Rufus’ sons. Finished with the whole sorry business, I jump in the van with Rage, Rider, and Tank and we head back to the clubhouse where I crawl into bed with Amy and collapse before my head even meets the pillow.
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I wake up with Amy wriggling out from under my big arm. She rushes to the bathroom, and I can hear her throwing up. I jump up in the bed, wondering if it was something she ate. Throwing off the blanket, I head to the bathroom to see if she’s okay.
She comes out looking somewhat recovered and I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s like every time I see her naked, she’s more beautiful to my eyes. Amy is it for me. I feel it all the way down to my bones.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” I ask as I tilt her head up to look into her eyes.
She looks worried but simply replies, “Yeah, I had a bad dream, my mind must have gone over everything that happened last night. I thought I was okay about it, but then…”
Her words tail off. I take her hand and lead her back to the bed, “Want to talk about it? Seeing all that shit go down can’t have been fun. Especially seeing your grandfather get gunned down, even if you hated the bastard.”
She nods and looks thoughtful, “I think I’m okay about it. I’m more worried about my mom, what she’s gone through for the last eight months. We spoke yesterday and she seemed surprisingly upbeat about it, but I don’t know how much of that was her putting on an act.”
“Rigs is good at counseling people, so it might be an idea if you both talk to him. He knows some female counselors and therapists if your mom would prefer. Leave it with me and I’ll see what we can come up with,” I say with a smile. I give her a quick kiss, noticing that she tastes like my minty toothpaste. We settle back into bed, and I pull her close for a cuddle.
Just as we’re getting comfortable my phone beeps. Normally I’d ignore it but given the events of last night I need to see what’s happening.
After scrolling through my messages, I toss my phone aside with a smile. “Siege and Cleo are taking our mothers out to the patio for breakfast. He’s telling us to take as much time as we need to recover.”
“That’s really good of him. I feel like I could sleep for days.”
Something softens in her eyes as she lays back onto the bed and pulls me down on top of her. I came happily because I had spent all the hours since we were last together dreaming of having her under me again.
Cupping her delicate face in my hand I search for some evidence that she was really okay. The last thing I wanted was to put the moves on someone who wasn’t in the mood.
She must sense my reluctance because she offers me some reassurance. “I’m fine Ven. I promise.” When I don’t immediately respond, she adds, “You worry too much.”
“I don’t think it’s possible for a man to worry too much about the woman he loves.”
“Loves?” she says.
“Too early?” My voice is rough, for a moment I regret dropping the L-bomb, but then her lips curve into a smile.
“I love you Ven, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I feel it in my bones. You’re my forever guy.”
“You sure about that?” I say. In response she parts her legs and wriggles so I’m exactly where I want to be. My thick cock gets harder now that it’s pressed against her tender flesh. I’m dying to take her up on the pleasure she’s offering.
A lot has happened since we were last together. My cock is rock hard, and my need is off the chain, but it feels wrong to jump on her after everything she’s been through. As if sensing my hesitation her hands slide down my chest and towards my cock, my balls tighten up in response. She wraps one hand around my shaft and the other reaches down to cup my balls. I realize that we’ve repositioned ourselves instinctively so she can reach me. I’m taller, so all I can do from this position is kiss her forehead. I bury my face in her hair and enjoy the clean, crisp scent coming off her. It’s not quite feminine, more like the cucumber of my shampoo.
I pull her hands away and slide down to give her a long lingering kiss. The more passionate the kiss gets, the more she claws at my chest with her nails. When she starts to rub her body against mine, I realize that I’m overthinking this situation, she clearly wants me.
All my doubt falls away in an instant and is replaced with a mingling of love and lust. I go crazy on her. Kissing and nipping my way down her neck to her breasts. I take turns squeezing them in my hands as I lick and suck her nipples.
I can tell her arousal is soaring because when I kiss her stomach, she guides me by gently pressing the top of my head. Pride surges in my chest when I realize she’s eager to have my tongue on her clit.
I take my time exploring her with my tongue. I tease and suck on her clit until she’s a quivering mess that finally comes apart in an explosive orgasm. God, the way she feels when she comes against my mouth is amazing. This woman of mine gets loud when she comes, always screaming my name for all the world to hear. There’s something so ego gratifying about making the woman you love come so hard she loses control. I want to do this every single day for the rest of my life. I make her come once more by sucking her clit and slipping my finger inside her, rubbing her g-spot, and working her into a frenzy as she shudders at my touch.