Page 125 of Tempting Fate

He smirks. “She’s all yours for the night, brother. I’ll pick her up in the mornin’.”

“I’m gonna head home, too,” Bear tells me. “Nads’ll lose her shit if I stay out any later.”

Ignoring their blatant bullshit, especially Bear’s, since we all know he cheats on Nadia every chance he gets, I decide to focus on Honey. “Hear that, babe? I’m about to rock your world. All. Night. Long.”

The drug-fucked bitch pawing at me throws her head back and whoops. Honey rides me as I carry her out of the bar, swinging her arm over her head like an amateur bull rider. I keep my emotions under check until Slash closes the door to his bedroom behind us.

“Not a fan of your room choice,” he quips.

“She ain’t gettin’ her arse in my bed.” Honey acts like she can’t hear us when I deposit her on the mattress of the enormous four-poster my best friend had custom made to accommodate his above-average height and sexual proclivities ten years ago. We speak over the top of her while she concentrates on unstrapping her heels and wiggling her tight shorts down her thighs. “Even if the snapped legs didn’t mean it was sittin’ at a forty-five-degree angle.”

“I can’t wait for the day you figure out that breakin’ your own shit is a mug’s game.” After shedding his cut, Slash uses one hand to pull his T-shirt over his head. “Should be like me… break some fucker’s legs, cut off some deadbeat’s fingers, knock out some gangbanger’s teeth. Normal shit that doesn’t cost you a penny. Works better than the expensive temper tantrums you chuck.”

He toes off his boots, unbuttons his jeans, and strips them down his legs. I tilt my face toward the ceiling when he pulls his dick free of his boxer briefs and strokes it to get hard.

“Do you have to do that right in front of me?”

“Oh, fuck off. You’ve seen worse,” he retorts. “Pretty sure you grabbed my arse by mistake one night and didn’t let go until you got a couple good squeezes in.”

“Bullshit!” I pull off my cut and shirt. He’s lying through his teeth. “I remember that night… you grabbed my arse. Had to throat punch you to get your hand off me.”

Slash pretends to think about it. “You might be right.”

Honey must be getting tired of not being the centre of attention because she spreads her legs and starts going to town on herself. No warm-up. No lube. Four fingers and her thumb. She comes close to fist fucking herself within seconds.

“Just as well I’m hung like a horse, or this would’ve been the sloppiest fuck ever.” Slash crawls on the bed, flopping onto his stomach so he can get a close-up view of Honey’s snatch. “So, how’re we gonna do this, Venom?”

“I don’t know. This was your fuckin’ idea.”

He rolls onto his side to look at me. “You needa be naked, at least. We both know they’re gonna come bustin’ through that door to verify this went down for Brutus.”

“Fine.” I shuck my boots and peel off my jeans. “Now what?”

“Get on your back. I’ll lay her on top of you… it’ll look like you’re fuckin’ her arse while I’m reamin’ her cunt. The second they’ve satisfied their curiosity, you can hop in the shower and wash away your sins.”

I remain silent as I follow his instructions. His bed smells much better than Honey—which isn’t saying much considering she could be mistaken for a rum distillery. When her arse makes contact with my bare cock, I shout, “Lift her up.”

“Why?” he asks, even as he does what I demanded.

I strip the pillowcase off one of his pillows and lay it over my junk. “Now, put her down.”

“I’d tell Cherub this story, but there’s no way she’d ever believe me.”

“If you say a thing to my woman about this, I’ll tell everyone about the time you drunkenly begged to kiss me. I’ll even mention how you got down on your knees for me.”

“That’s hardly a secret.” Slash laughs his arse off as he positions himself between Honey’s flailing legs. So far, she’s proven superfluous to our plan. Drugged out of her mind, it’s almost like she’s on a different planet than us. “Half the club was there. Pretty sure even little Cherub was there.”

I close my eyes and try to picture that night. The vision of Lily, only fourteen if a day, cringing at our antics fills my mind’s eye. “We’re fucked up, aren’t we?”

“Depends on the scale you measure us by, I guess.” He pauses to watch Honey climax, then continues as if nothing happened. “On a scale of one to Spencer Reid, we’re off the charts. Now, if we were ratin’ ourselves on a scale of one to David Rossi, we’re probably mid-range at best. Everyone knows that silver fox has some seriously deviant kinks hidden under all that anal retentiveness.”

Aware that Slash is only bantering like this to take my mind off Honey writhing on top of me, I play along. “I take it back… you’re fucked up. I’m just taggin’ along for the ride.”

“Says the arsehole with my pillowcase coverin’ his dick.”

“That’s rich comin’ from the idiot who volunteered to fuck this sloppy bitch to save this arsehole.”

“I’m doing it for little Cherub, not you.”

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