Page 25 of Revenge

A groan escapes me as I toss my head back and enjoy every second I’m inside her. I’m so far gone that I can’t last much longer. Not even digging my teeth into my bottom lip so hard I taste blood is enough to stop the hunger that’s overpowering me. One last flick of her tongue has my balls drawing up tight against my body. A few more strokes are all it takes for my dick to twitch against my hand, spilling years’ worth of cum onto my fingers.

For a brief moment, I’m left in a fog of numbness, enjoying the high of it all. My heart pounds against my chest as I let it wash over me. Then the reality of what I’ve just done crashes down on me like a lead weight.

A wave of sickness hits me and my fist slams into the cold tile.What the fuck am I doing?I’m losing it and I need to get a grip before I end up fucking her and fuck everything to shit.

Chapter Sixteen

Asher

After what happened in the shower, I needed space. I let Axel take the reins with Charlee so I could plan out what’s going down tonight with a clear head. The fact that I was stuck at my desk and my attention would drift to her door every few minutes is irrelevant. Or at least that’s the bullshit I tell myself. The past two days, I’ve been as jumpy as a fucking squirrel. My hands bounced on my leg with the need to fight or fuck, which is why we’re here hunting at Viper’s Den.

Sweat and cigarettes taint the air. It’s almost overshadowed by the number of half-naked bodies that are writhing around. Lights flicker as “Wasp” by Motionless in White blares through the shitty sound system.

Naked women are everywhere. It’s a buffet of tits and ass. Some are serving drinks to nearby tables in nothing but G-strings and pasties to cover their oversized tits. Another few are giving lap dances to what appear to be drunken frat boys. On the stage are a couple of naked dancers working the pole in nothing but black fuck-me heels.

“Hello, ladies.” Axel’s attention is glued to the pairs of fake tits up on stage. He’s lost in the jiggling flesh like a horny pup that just learned how to use his dick for the first time.

“Focus, Dickhead.” Zane smacks him on the back of the head, saving me the trouble.

“I was.” Axel rubs the spot where he was just hit but doesn’t take his eyes off the stage.

I scan the room and head to the first empty table I find. It’s off to the corner but gives me a full view of the room.

A waitress wastes no time coming over to take our orders. “What can I get for y’all?” She adjusts the tray in her arms to the side and leans in. The musky stench of her perfume is enough to choke me. It’s bitter and stale, nothing like the citrusy scent of Charlee. My fists clench as I do my damnedest not to lose focus thinking about her and those fuckable lips.

“Your number.” Axel flashes her the same smile that used to work on our parents and get him out of shit as a kid.

“Ain’t you funny.” She laughs and shakes her head. At least she’s smart enough not to fall for his bullshit. I’ll give her that.

Axel orders a shot of whiskey for each of us and she walks off to service the next table. He pulls out his phone and stares at it a good minute before setting it on the table. He’s quiet, but I don’t miss the way his fingers are twitching against the table.

“What’s crawled up your ass tonight, Ax? You’ve been more of a prick than normal.” I eye my brother and watch him squirm.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, but can’t look me in the eye.Lying little shit.

“Bullshit.” Zane voices my thoughts and calls his ass out. “You can’t sit still. It’s like your dick got hard for the first time or some shit.”

“That’s not it.” He runs a hand over his face and shrugs.

“Well, we ain’t got all day. Spit it the fuck out because we’re not going ahead with our plans if you can’t get your shit together.” I need him to be on his game if tonight is to go as planned. The sooner we can hash his shit out, the sooner we can move forward.

“It’s Kelsey, alright.” He sags against his elbows and goes quiet as the waitress drops off our shots and takes my cue to keep them coming.

“I thought you broke that shit off?” My eyebrows pull together. “You know her dad’s the fucking governor. If you’re still fucking around, they can use her to find us.”

“I did. It’s just…” He downs his shot and slams the glass back down against the table. His whole body is wound up tight and I know what’s coming before Zane even says it.

I lean closer so he can hear me over the music. “Right now, we’re knee deep in shit. Wait until we’ve finished and then you can bury your dick wherever you want. Got it?”

“That’s just it.” Axel toys with his empty glass as he glances in my direction. “What are we going to do withherwhen we are done?”

My fists clench as I sit up straighter in my chair. I want to tell him that I’m going to bury her ass six feet under with her father. I open my mouth to do it, but the words won’t come out. Flashes of that fucking kiss from yesterday flood my mind. Not to mention a certain morning shower session is still fucking with my head. She may have started out as a vendetta, but now I have no fucking idea. Things are spiraling and changing too fast. It’s throwing me for a fucking loop.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head clear, but Axel isn’t done.

“She’s been behaving. Maybe you should let her have some freedom or something?”

“You been spending time with her and now you’re an expert on what she needs?” My hands clench into fists. I’m not sure why the thought of them spending time together has me ready to break shit.

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