Page 67 of Tempting Fate

Zeke grunts before he bites down on my shoulder as he increases the speed of his fingers against my sensitive nub. I edge into the abyss just as he swells inside me. As I ride my orgasm, my knees locking, my body convulsing around him, my man pulls me up and down in a frantic pace over his straining cock as his own climax hits.

“Oh, my God—Zeke.” I groan against his shoulder as I reach orgasm seconds after him. Panting so hard that I can barely breathe, let alone hold myself upright, I slump against him, letting my full weight fall into his lap. “God. I’m done.”

“You okay, metukà shelì? I didn’t hurt you?” In a rush, Zeke lifts me off his cock. He slides us both down the bed until we’re lying next to each other. He hands me the t-shirt he was wearing to clean the mess between my legs. Clasping me to his heaving chest, he peppers my face with kisses, then puts enough space between us to peer down at me with a question in his gaze. “Tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m okay.” I offer him a wide grin. “Better than okay. That’s exactly what I needed after yesterday.”

Disbelief floods his gaze, and I want to kick myself for mentioning it. Rather than give in to the temptation to protect my pride, I force myself to admit what I’m feeling. “I was so scared I’d end up back where I was, afraid of intimacy, scared to be touched… I was terrified you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“Never gonna happen,” he interjects.

“Tell that to my head,” I say with a wry smile. “Like, my heart knows, but my head is a slow learner.”

“Why don’t we show your head just how wrong it is a second ti?—”

Zeke begins to roll me beneath him as we’re interrupted by a fist pounding on our door.

Whoever it is starts turning the handle to get in.

Thank God my man locked it.

“Venom, we’ve gotta go now. Shit’s goin’ down. Bring Cherub. Brutus wants her,” Slash yells at us before he runs back down the hallway.

Thundering footsteps follow him, and I hear voices being raised.

Something big is going down.

“Shit. Get dressed. Quick,” Zeke orders as he bounds from the bed and pulls his jeans on.

After splashing his face with water over the bathroom basin, he returns to the bedroom and swipes the T-shirt he stripped off me before our argument earlier—one of his that I slept in—from the back of the chair where I tossed it before I stalked off earlier. Pulling the black material over his head, Zeke tucks the hem into his waistband, then secures his Harley-Davidson belt buckle. I watch him grab his guns, two for his shoulder holsters, and one for the strap around his ankle, and slide them into place. Once his hunting knife is secured to his shin, he shrugs his cut over his shoulders.

“Be fast.” He swipes his thumb over my bleeding lip then sucks his flesh clean. “Wear jeans. Boots. Long-sleeved shirt. Brutus won’t wait for you if he gets on a tear.”

Zeke kneels down to tie up his boots. Straightening, he kisses my cheek, then runs from the room. I grab some clothes out of the drawers and head to the bathroom to clean up and dress. Taking the quickest shower possible, I do my best to keep my hair dry while I wash my body and face.

As I’m dragging a brush through my slightly damp hair, I pray that all this urgency means Alex has been located.

Facing him again felt like an impossible task earlier.

Now that Zeke knows the truth, I find myself looking forward to this entire disaster coming to an end.

One bullet.

Straight to the head.

It’s what he deserves.

12

VENOM

The bar is full by the time Lily strides through the exit from the sleeping quarters, dressed in black jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, her “Property of Venom” cut, and her riding boots. As I keep an eye on Brutus from the corner, I check out how many others are coming with us. Most of the old-timers are here, all but four of the newer patches curiously absent. I expected Fret, at least, to be involved in this, yet he’s not present either.

Apart from Lily, Charlie is the only other non-patch in the room.

She’s being discreet about her presence, sitting in a quiet corner near the bar. My father is in the middle of things with Brutus, but he keeps shooting strange glances my way. Every now and then, he looks at Charlie and the same sort of regret or worry invades his expression before he refocuses on his president.

Everyone seems tense, and it only ramps up when Lily’s presence becomes known.

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