Page 81 of The Vipers and Their Venom

“Rub your clit, sweet girl, and come again,” Lex orders. “Help me and Saint, baby girl.”

So, I do.

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VANI

I’m as relaxed as though I’ve had a spa weekend after the sex session with all three men. I think I glow like I have, and I’m sure everyone can see the difference in me. Who needs facials when you can have hot sex with three men?

The class I’m in is boring as hell, but I’m excited because tonight the girls are coming over. My first proper girls’ night, and I can’t wait. I still think they can be a bit difficult to judge at times, and I’m not sure if Angelica is really very nice, but they’re friends, of sorts. I never had girlfriends in the club. No way would my dad let me hang around with the bar girls, and the Ol’ Ladies avoided me most of the time, too, and many of them were a lot older than me.

I feel like everyone must know by now that there’s something going on between me and the Vipers. I can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth every time I see one of them, and I know they shoot me ‘fuck-me eyes’ from across the cafeteria or hallway. But I also don’t want to get a name for myself, so I do my best not to spend any time with them in public. I saw the disdain on the girls’ faces when they talked about Mackenzie and the Devils. I don’t want them thinking of me the same way, but, in some ways, I’m beginning not to care.

I know it doesn’t make any sense, but the slight soreness and ache I still have between my legs from being with the guys makes me braver. Like I have a secret deep inside me that somehow elevates my status. Or maybe it’s because I feel more like a woman now than I ever did before. If men like the Vipers want to be with me, then surely that means there’s something about me that’s worth the time.

The girls’ evening arrives, and I’m in my room, getting ready. I’ve tidied the place up, but it looks strangely bare. I hope the girls won’t judge my lack of belongings. I bet they were sent here with a whole moving truck of goods, whereas I only had what could fit on the back of the bikes.

A knock comes at my door, and I hop off my bed to answer it.

Angelica, Jerena, and Faith stand on the other side. They all look perfect, as always, and once more I feel self-conscious in my far more casual attire.

Angelica waves a bottle of sparkling white wine in the air. “Got some glasses, bitch?”

She pushes past me into the room, and the other two follow.

“Umm, yeah, but they’re only water glasses,” I say, shutting the door behind them.

“That’ll do.”

I go to fetch them, and she pops the cork and pours us each a glass.

Jarena empties her bag onto my bed. “We have face masks, hair masks, and foot masks. By the end of tonight, we’ll all look ten years younger.”

Angelica raises an eyebrow at her. “So you want us to look ten?”

Jarena rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

I take a good gulp of my wine, needing it to relax. Why do I find it easier to be in the company of the Vipers than I do with these girls? I’ve grown up surrounded by men, so maybe that’s it.Or maybe it’s that I know the Vipers want to be with me because I give them pleasure—as they do me—where I’m still not totally sure why these girls want to spend time with me.

“Shall we put on some music?” Angelica suggests. “What’s on your playlist?”

My cheeks color. “Oh, umm, I’m not sure it’ll be your thing.”

She puts out her hand for my cell phone, and, despite my reservations, I hand it over. She opens the app and pulls a face. “Yikes, what are you? Some kind of emo kid?”

Jarena laughs with her, and my mortification deepens. Yeah, I have the music taste of a moody teenage boy, but I can’t help liking what I like.

“So, what was it like growing up in an MC?” Jerena asks, throwing herself onto my bed. “Were there a ton of hot bikers around?”

“Yeah, some.” I’m uncomfortable with her questions.

“Did you get to fuck any of them?”

I stick with the lie I told the Vipers. “Not from my club. My dad would never allow it. But I hung out with some guys from a rival club.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “Hung out, like fucked them over the back of their bikes?”

Angelica lets out a sigh. “Ignore her. She’s still a virgin, so she’s trying to live vicariously through everyone else.”

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