Page 126 of Tempting Fate

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

“You’re so sexy, Venom,” Honey slurs, suddenly present on the same realm as us.

Her eyes clear some, and she focuses in on me beneath her. With more speed than I would’ve credited her with, she twists to kiss me, and the hand she was using on her cunt brushes my face. Gut churning, I take hold of her wrist to stop her from touching me again.

Her tone is spiteful as she gleefully tells me, “I told that skank ex of yours you’d be mine once you chucked her to the curb. I’m the type of woman who can please you, not her.”

“Don’t,” Slash commands, every ounce of humour drying up when he sees I’m about to throw this bitch out of his room. “The sooner this is over, the sooner we can forget it ever bloody happened.”

As soon as Honey appears to drift off into her head again, I lock eyes with my best friend. He shudders, revulsion flickering across his face when she runs her hand down his abs. “How much longer do you think they’ll be? If we were one-pump-chumps, they’d have missed the fuckin’ show already.”

“Any second now,” Slash replies. He cocks his head to the side like he’s listening for something. “I’m soft as fuck here, so we’re both gonna need to put on the show of a lifetime. Just wait for my nod, then do your best to pretend this is the best pussy you’ve ever had.”

Considering we both hear their footsteps at the same time, the way Slash inclines his head over and over while he whispers, “and action”, is pointless.

Like a well-oiled machine that would embarrass the fuck out of most men, we grind on Honey.

This isn’t our first threesome.

Back in the day, we strung up plenty of women from the leather cuffs attached to the frame of Slash’s bed so we could go to town on them in tandem.

It is the first time we’ve faked it.

When the bedroom door is eased open, I slip my hand beneath Honey’s shirt and palm her plastic tit while Slash buries his face in the crook of her neck and groans. “Fuck, Honey… you’re blowin’ my mind, babe.”

I roll my eyes at Slash’s bullshit, then try to one-up him by saying, “She’s tight, isn’t she?”

“So. Fuckin’. Tight.”

Even with the friction of Slash rubbing against Honey in the same rhythm as I move beneath her, my dick isn’t responding. Still, it manages to soften further when I hear Bear chuckle. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Venom. Guess that’s a bet I’m happy to lose.”

“Think I’ve got enough photos to prove you lost that grand, fair and square,” Joker quips. He strolls over to the side of the bed, and I freeze. He shoves his phone in my face. On the screen is a photo of the scene Slash and I have created. It’s realistic as fuck… good enough to fool most people. “This’s only collateral. The pics won’t go any further as long as you vote with us when Brutus takes his plan to church.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

Slash stops whatever the fuck he was doing to Honey to listen in on my conversation, and she makes a needy, whining sound that makes me want to snap her neck to shut her up.

“You’ll do it to save little Cherub from the embarrassment of knowin’ you couldn’t last longer than two weeks before you fell back into your old ways. A girl like that, carryin’ the damage she does, won’t cope with feelin’ like her pussy is interchangeable. Fuck, man, she might even start slicin’ herself up again.”

The moment Joker brings Lily into this, all pretence of civility is over. Slash reads my mind and is on his feet a second before me. Honey ends up sprawled like a drunken crab on her back on top of the comforter. My nakedness is forgotten as I shove her old man backward with both hands to his chest until his back slams into the wall. He drops his phone, and I smash it with my bare heel.

It hurts like a motherfucker.

Makes me bleed.

Still worth it, as long as Cub can get into Joker’s cloud before he manages to forward the images to anyone.

“How do you know about Lily’s cuttin’?”

Joker’s eyes widen as he takes in the scene on the bed, the pillow case hanging off the end of the mattress, and the truth sets in. He answers my question with one of his own. “You faked fuckin’ her?”

“Of course… I’m not the kinda man who enjoys being forced to fuck a bitch to prove a point.”

Slash taps me on the shoulder. “I hate to interrupt this little tête-à-tête, but Bear’s disappeared.” I swing around, ready to make chase, but the rumble of his engine as he peels out of the compound tells me it’s already too late. “Guess he’s decided to skip the drama.” Humming to himself, Slash pulls on his jeans, slings a passed-out Honey over his shoulder, and carries her out of his bedroom. “Try not to put a bullet in him before I get back. We need answers, and he’s the only one we’re gonna get ’em outta tonight.”

“Look, Venom.” Joker tries to reason with me once we’re alone. “This doesn’t have to get bloody. This ain’t my fight. I’m a conscript like you. I was just followin’ orders… that means we can come to an agreement that protects both our interests.”

Sick to death of his whining excuses, I cock my fist back then drive it into his jaw. It lands on the button, snapping his head back to turn his lights out instantly. He hits the floor hard. Since knockout blows aren’t anything like the movies, I re-dress in my jeans, t-shirt, and cut as fast as I can, so I have time to secure him in the basement before he regains consciousness.

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