Page 57 of Angel

“One bed.”

“We’ll take it,” I say quickly, and Venom jerks his head to me.

“Did you not hear him? There’s only one bed. Let’s keep looking.”

“I’m tired, and we’ve been riding all day. So, if you agree to be a good boy, then we can be grown-ass adults and sleep in the same bed without wanting to fuck each other’s brains out. Or kill one another.” I turn to the clerk, who’s gawking at us wide-eyed. “Like I said, we’ll take it.” The thought of riding back out there at night, while looking over my shoulder, doesn’t sound appealing. So, if I have to shack up with him for one night, I’ll do it.

“All right then, what she said.”

I go to pay for my half, but Venom casually hands the guy his card, playing it off as if he didn’t just pay for our room. Chivalry in Venom? Miracles do happen. After the clerk hands us our key, and we find our room, we stop outside the door while Venom slowly nudges it open. I don’t know if we were waiting on something to pop out and murder us, but we both take a long time to walk in.

The room isn’t bad, but it’s not great either. It looks clean for the most part and doesn’t smell. So, I guess that’s a good thing. We both avoid looking to our right. But I cave and turn toward the full, tiny-sized bed. Between Venom’s large frame and adding me into the mix, it’s going to be a tight squeeze.

Fabulous. I swallow back a lump in my throat.

He stops and stares at the bed. “Yeah, that’s not happening. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“The floor? Are you asking for hepatitis? It’s fine. We can make it work.” I wince. “It doesn’t look all that bad.”

“I have a king bed at home and that barely tickles my fancy.” A king bed… He does. He’s right. I saw it that night I was snooping; the same night I so fondly remember how his chest muscles felt on my back. “I gotta call Scorpion. I’ll be right back.”

“And I’m going to go shower.” Unless of course, I find a dead body in the bathtub.

Venom walks outside to call his Prez.

After the water takes a year and forever to warm up, I step in and let the heat rush over my body, lathering the soap on every square inch of skin. For some reason, I try to envision what it would be like for Venom to be here with me, standing behind me, rubbing his hands all over my wet body. Painting my curves with the frothy white suds…

I shut off the shower, then wrap the towel around my wet body and make my way over to our motel room door. It’s faint, but Venom’s muffled voice carries over from the other side. They’re discussing and finalizing plans for tomorrow. So, what? We’re supposed to run around Orlando making drug deals with other biker clubs. And, by the way the end of his conversation sounded, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.

Before I can scurry away, the door whips open with zero time to react. As I lose my footing, my towel falls and my naked body is on its way down to land on the concrete outside. I wait for the hard ground to welcome me, but I’m swept into Venom’s strong arms and we’re spinning midair. My body lands on his solid chest, and those green eyes penetrate me, a fire igniting within them.

I move with his chest as it rises and falls against my bare breasts, which are pressed into his leather. My nipples graze the patches covering both sides, and my towel is long gone. As to where? I have no idea.

I am fully naked.

On the ground.

On top of him.

Outside the motel room. For the world to see.

Despite the night air, heat and lust hit me like lightning, and I can feel his hard length pressing against my leg. His fingertips tickle my back as he ever so lightly plays with my skin. I’m inches—only inches away—from his delicious lips. Lips that are full and appear soft. I’m so close I can see a small scar on his forehead, one I’ve never noticed before. I guess it was always hidden. Or clearly, we’ve never been this close to each other.

I don’t know how long it’s been, but it feels like forever. Us, beaming into each other’s eyes. Is time standing still?

I have this urge to touch his scar, press my lips to it. Heal him. So… I do. I lean forward and my mouth finds its way to the slightly raised, slightly discolored skin. His body flinches, but he doesn’t send me away. His hand roams the center of my back, then down. Slower. Until his fingers linger right above the dimple. I suck in a breath, a pained, desire-laden breath.

His eyes burn with flames as his calloused palms grip my ass. I can’t help it. I moan—I fucking moan—with such need it’s undeniably torturous. I lay my forehead against his shoulder, and he pushes my ass cheeks into his large, hard, growing length. I moan again, gripping his hair with my fist.

I need him. Want him.

He whispers in my ear, his hot, minty breath against my skin. “I can feel how wet you are, even through my clothes, Angel. And if you don’t tell me to stop right now, I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to take you back inside that room and have my way with you. Are you prepared for that?”

This time it’s not a fantasy, it’s very real, and it’s happening. My heart flutters, and the butterflies in my stomach are out of control. But the worst part? I’m begging to be touched, my soaked sex is calling out for him, and I’m not going to be able to tell him no. He grabs my ass cheeks tighter, again pressing me into him, and I almost orgasm right here.

“Please… I want this. I need this.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and his arms wrap around my back as he pulls us both upright. I lock my legs around his waist, and he cups a palm under each thigh. He doesn’t kiss me. No, he just stares into my eyes, never taking his off mine. He kicks the door shut with his boot and gently places me on the bed. I’m exposed, soaked, and in need of him. “Tell me to stop, Angel. I swear to God, tell me to fucking stop.” He looms over the bed, fists tight, chest rising and falling. His eyes ablaze, cock protruding from his jeans. And I can’t help but stare in pure awe.

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