Page 20 of Truths

“Stop letting people kick you around. You don't deserve it, and letting them do it just makes them think they can. Plus, if you don't start standing up for yourself, Lex is gonna end up starting fights with all the men around here, and we'll get our asses kicked out of Summerville,” Colt says.

“Speaking of getting out of Summerville,” he says and leans forward. “I think transferring is the best option. I can't keep avoiding the clubhouse like I have been.”

Colt looks at his wife. “You're calling in favors?”

“I think I only have, like, a million to cash in on,” she says and smirks. “Griffin's Beach or Black Valley?”

“Griffin's Beach. But I want to make sure Dax is good before we do anything. I want to be here when he decides what retaliation he wants to inflict, and if he needs backup like he did the other night, I want to be available.”

Taking a drink, she nods. “Just let me know when, and I'll make the call.”

“Thank you, Lex.”

Winking, she smiles and rests her head on Colt's shoulder. These two may have just unlocked something he keeps buried after years of being told he's worthless and unworthy. Venom can't quite decide if he's happy or upset about it, but no matter what, he knows he'll always owe the both of them. Anything they ever need, he'll do. Oddly, he feels like the feeling is mutual, and it surprises the hell out of him.

Chapter Eight

Summerville

Max

Sitting in Daphne Knight's tattoo chair, Max Parks feels his need pressing tightly against his fly. The woman may be his little brother's ex-girlfriend, but she's the woman Max loves. Nelson fucked up when he lost her, and he never deserved her. Max will never make the same mistakes.

Convincing the club to buy into the shop to keep her from losing it was a way to show Daphne that Max will always be here for her. He knows how much her dad’s shop means to her, and the thought of losing it caused her pain, which caused him pain.

Nelson was nothing short of pissed when the club agreed, and he’s been avoiding Max ever since. Max can only imagine theanger he’ll have if he finds out Max and Daphne are together now. He might lose his brother over this.

“Don't think I don't see what's going on there,” Daphne says, her black hair back in braids and tied up in a large bun at the top of her head. “You and your arousal from pain.”

Max smirks as he stares at the woman he's loved since he first laid eyes on her. It just really sucks the first time he saw her was on the arm of his brother. “What can I say? Tattoos get me hot. Especially when they're being done by the hottest woman I've ever met in my life.”

“You're just sweet-talking me in hopes that I'll climb on top of you in this chair, in front of the window, and relieve the ache.”

The thought had occurred to him, but he didn’t need it to be here in front of the window. “I mean every word, baby. And I don't care where we go. My favorite place is buried deep inside of you.”

The smile on her face makes his heart race. Until recently, Daphne felt she needed to make changes to her body to be sexy. She's small up top, and Nelson always wanted her to get implants because he didn't think she was attractive enough. Max doesn't care about the fact she doesn't need a bra. What he loves is the large, luscious ass on her, one he gets to massage and knead almost every night.

Her fingers reach over and unbutton his jeans as he reclines in the seat. Now that the tattoo she put on his arm is done, she turns off the lights and helps free his erection from his pants.

“I think this seat is perfectly reclined to have you sitting on my face if you're thinking about using that hot mouth on me,” Max says, his hands reaching out to grip her ass over her skirt. “You always taste so sweet.”

“You just know how to make a girl feel special,” she jokes and hops onto the chair to straddle him.

His hands cup her face, pulling her lips to his. “You know you're the most special person in my life, right?”

“I had a feeling,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

Her body lowers onto his, and he realizes she sat and gave him a tattoo without any panties on. He slides into her slick heat, and he groans into her mouth.

“You're not the only one who gets turned on by tattoos. Well, I get turned on when you get turned on during tattoos.”

“Fuck, you're so tight.”

Her mouth nips at his jaw, before she leans back and rests her hands on his knees while she grinds against his pubic piercing. “You feel so good, Max,” she pants.

She must've been really turned on because he feels the muscles tightening around his cock, pulling his orgasm with hers, both crying out in pleasure in record time. His hands hold her hips as he lifts his and fills her. “Fuck, you'd think for as often as we do this that we'd be lasting longer, not finishing quicker.”

“It just shows how well you know my body. Plus, your piercings are really super helpful when it comes to making me see stars. I really, really like them.”

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