Page 34 of Venom's Sting

Amy

Ven didn’t come home last night. Am I worried? Yes. Can I do a damn thing about it? No. I took out my cell phone several times overnight and pulled his number up. But I chickened out each time at the last minute, if he was doing surveillance and my ringtone alerted the bad guys that he’s there, it could be disastrous. I know it’s probably silly to think that way. Ven is an intelligent man, who would think to turn his cell phone off in a dangerous situation. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to take the chance.

I got up at the crack of dawn today so I could be downstairs when he got back. Right now, I’m down in the bar area ready and waiting in my property cut. The thing is, I can’t calm down. So I pace back and forth in front of the door with a cup of coffee in my hands. I know there’s no reason to be so worried about a big strapping biker like Ven, especially when he’s got his club brothers at his back. They’re apparently used to fighting the good fight.

When my cup is empty, I dump it unceremoniously on one of the empty tables and walk outside to stretch my legs and pace some more. Hopefully, I can get a better view when they pull in. My legs are starting to get achy when I hear the thrum of multiple motorcycles in the distance. Eventually they come into sight, paired up by twos and enter through the gates which the prospects have opened ready. Ven catches sight of me and pulls his motorcycle over in front of me. His helmet comes off and the second I’m within reach, he grabs me and gives me a bear hug that he follows up with a long lingering kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting that he’s probably doing this just for show because I’m supposed to be his old lady. I think only his club officers know our relationship is just meant to keep me safe. At first, I tell myself that I’m just doing my part to put on a good show but when one of his big arms wraps around my waist and pulls me in tight, my thoughts splinter.

Suddenly, the rest of the world literally disappears from my mind. There’s only Ven and his hungry kisses and hard body. My hands slip through his hair, and I hear something clang against the handlebars, it’s him ditching his helmet. Then he pulls me towards him. When I’m sitting in his lap, while he’s still astride his bike, I feel like the queen of the world. Having his hands roaming over my body and his tongue twining with mine awakens my arousal.

Then it all comes to a screeching halt when a familiar voice rises above the others. “What in the actual fuck is going on here? Amy Beth, are you actually with this biker, like for real?”

I glance up to see Edmund, one of my grandfather’s asshole farmhands—who I now know is my uncle—standing there, looking worse for wear. The thing that gets me is the look of shock on his face. I smother back a smile because I don’t give two hoots in hell what this man thinks of me.

“Your grandfather would be disappointed in you,” he states quietly.

Instead of responding to him, I look up at Ven. His eyes are all dazed and half-lidded. There’s an overlay of desire clearly evident on his face. It’s very apparent he’s feeling exactly the same kind of emotions that I am in this moment.

I can feel the bulge of his cock against me, it’s clear that our PDA is having an interesting effect on this man. I turn around and lift my hands back to his neck then pull him in close for another kiss.

“Get a fucking room,” Edmund groans.

I murmur, “What’s he doing here?”

Ven’s arms come out around me again and he lifts me as he gets off his bike. “Later, sweetheart. We need to have a little talk first.”

I can tell by the tone of his voice that he means sex and I’m there for it. I’m still aroused from the lip lock he threw down on me and so damn grateful he came back safely that I want to get naked with him and wallow in all the attention he will give me.

My arms are around his neck and my legs around his waist as he takes off to the clubhouse. I can hear the shouts of encouragement from his club brothers, but instead of being embarrassed that they know exactly what’s going on, I feel myself getting even wetter. I’m the most sexually aroused I’ve ever been in my entire life. I don’t care what this looks like or who sees us. All I care about is getting some face-to-face time with him, feeling his warm body against mine so that the small voice in the back of my head will quieten down, the voice that said he was going to get hurt or wind up dead trying to find my mother. But he didn’t. He’s here, whole and about to ravish me.

When we get to top of the stairs, my hands reach down, and I dare to squeeze his ass. This man has buns of steel and an outstanding sense of humor because he gives my ass a firm swat and tells me to calm down.

I don’t though. Instead, I run my hands down his back and park my fingertips in his back pockets. He makes a sexy noise in the back of his throat when I wiggle my fingers against his ass cheeks. After the endless pacing and worrying, this is just what I need to blow off steam.

He carries me to his suite and kicks the door closed behind him. In a matter of seconds, we’re in front of his bed. He tosses me onto it and tells me, “Get ready to have that pretty pussy of yours licked until you scream. I’m going to grab a shower super quick.”

I reach out for him, intent on telling him that no shower is necessary. But he’s gone before I can get the words out. I bounce up off the bed, begin stripping off my clothing and make myself comfortable in just my underwear. It’s hard to let go of the bra because I’m modest by nature. However, if there was ever a moment to be bold, it’s now. Sex with Ven is sure to be the highlight of my entire life and I can hardly wait for him to finish in the shower and come to me.

I’m experiencing some strange euphoria. All my life’s problems have momentarily receded in favor of enjoying this one experience. This is something I’m doing just for me.

When the bathroom door comes flying open and Ven walks in with a glistening body and a towel slung haphazardly around his waist, I forget how to breathe. Ven is the most beautiful sight I have ever set my eyes on.

Little trails of water are running down his ripped torso. One big hand is holding the towel together at his hip. I take a moment to admire the ink covering his chest and crawling down one arm. It’s mostly nature scenes, with snakes, and he has his club’sname across his shoulders with the logo beneath. It’s huge and covers his entire back.

I tell him admiringly, “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You know that, right?”

He doesn’t answer. It’s as if he doesn’t consider himself handsome or he’s used to hearing how attractive he is, and it just goes in one ear and out the other. Either way, it doesn’t matter, because it’s obvious that he’s the hottest man I’ll ever have the chance of hitting.

Rather than answer, he drops his towel and reaches out with one huge hand to tug the blanket covering my body downwards, slowly revealing my nearly naked form. When he sees that I kept my bra and panties on, he smiles.

“This will never do for what I have in mind, babe.” Reaching down he unsnaps my bra and pulls it off, one strap at a time. He’s still gazing at my breasts as one of his hands drifts down and grabs the side of my panties ripping them right off my body.

I let out a gasp. I should object to that kind of masculine display but I’m far too aroused.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I’ll buy you more.”

I nod, all in for whatever this man wants today. The next thing I know he’s smoothing his rough hands over my body as if he’s trying to figure out where I’m sensitive. Ven learns more about me in a few minutes than most men I’ve dated learned in months. Through his touch, I’m learning things about my body that even I never knew. A light touch on the back of my knees makes my arousal spike. That’s weird because it’s not an area I would have thought was sexy.

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