Page 188 of A Love Like Venom

The things I would do to her if we had the time. The way I would have her body writhing beneath mine with pleasure. Her lips begging me for more as I give her everything that heart of hers desires.

“But what I really need,” she begins, her voice a seductive purr. Her hips move tantalizingly slow against me. Her breasts are pressed up against my chest. She gives me a saucy look before placing her lips right by my ear. “What I really need isyou.” Then she does something I wouldn’t have expected. Slipping her hand underneath of my jeans and my boxers she grips my cock in her hands. It jerks to life in her hands. I strangle back a moan as my eyes flutter shut.

Fuck, her hands feel like heaven.

Her teeth pull on my earlobe the same time she starts to stroke my cock.

Holy fuck.

As she gives me another stroke her hand grips my cock harder, almost painfully but fuck if it doesn’t feel fantastic.

She’s working me up without hardly trying. I’m about to come apart in her hands when all of the sudden she stops. With a hard grip on my aching cock she bites my earlobe before saying in my ear, “I need you alive, Reed Carter. That’s what I really need.” Stunned by her words and her actions I’m rendered speechless. “And this will pick up where we left off when you come back to me.” She lets go of my cock and sits back on my lap. Her eyes hold mine hostage. The last thing I’m thinking about is sinking deep inside her like I wanted seconds ago.

With the raw emotion in her eyes I can only think about doing everything in my power to come back home.

And that’s to her.

Alice Hall is my home.

She’s my heart and soul. The very air I fucking breathe.

She’severything.

I’ll always come back to her.

My voice is gruff as I vow, “I will come back to you.”

Worry bursts through her eyes again. “You better because I don’t know what I will do without you.”

“I promise you; you’ll never have to find out.”

Holding out her pinky to me I take it and interlock it with my own. “I promise.” I then seal the promise with a kiss to our pinkies.

There’s no way I’m going to fucking break it.

Flicking the lighter I light my cigarette before bringing it to my lips. I take a long drawl, inhaling the nicotine to calm me before exhaling.

Cancer sticks, I know but the situation calls for it.

Taking the lighter I flick it once again and let the flame kiss my skin. I wait for the pain to come, the sensation to make me pull away but it doesn’t. It never does.

“You freak me out each time that you do that,” Slater comments from besides me. We both are outside of Tiny’s Grand Bistro and for Thursday at midday he’s drawing quite the crowd.

The parking lot is packed with cars and the inside looks lively. Also Slater and I are the only two with motorcycles here. That calms me way more than the nicotine I’m greedily inhaling.

Killing the lighter I look at the back of my hand and assess the damage it left behind. Nothing more than a minor burn. Clenching my fist I still can’t feel a damn thing.

“This freaks you out?” I ask with the cigarette hanging between my lips. To mess with him I flick the light again. His eyes squint as his face scrunches.

“Dude, seriously?”

I chuckle. Putting the kid out of his misery I put the lighter out and stash it back in my cut. The audible relief of breath he lets out is hysterical.

“All the shit you have seen me do and that freaks you out?” I take one more drag before crushing the cigarette underneath my boot.

“Everyone has their phobias,” he explains.

I don’t tell him that I have none. “Fire is yours?”

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