Page 33 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
Even Des-E speaks up to practically shout, “Yes, mamacita! This is the next level for us. A very good move.”
Vampire pulls me into his lap and kisses me, sweet and tender. “And it’s no problem to get you birth control. I’ll bring a laptop up for today’s strategy session, and we’ll figure out what kind you want.”
Of course it wasn’t a problem. At the roadhouse, I’d seen Reaper dealers show up with very specific orders for multiple kinds of drugs within ten minutes of someone from another MC putting in the request.
But I rehearsed my pleasantly surprised face, so that’s what I go with…before I move on to the bit where I slather some camaraderie over our sandwich of trust.
“Since we’re taking our relationship to the next level, I was also thinking we should switch to calling each other by our real names. Like, you could call me Allie, and I could call you…”
They all just stare back at me blankly.
So, I prompt, “This is the part where you tell me your real names.”
“And this is the part where we tell you hell no,” Hyena answers immediately with a grave tone I wouldn’t have ever guessed he possessed.
Vampire releases me from the half-hug he’s had me in ever since I asked them to get tested so we could have sex without condoms.
“You know how Griff’s road name is Rockstar and Waylon’s road name is Viking, but hardly anybody calls them that because their real names are so cool?” he asks.
“Yeah…”
“Our real names are the opposite of that,” Hyena finishes for him. “We’ll get triple-checked for STDs. But our real names?”
Des-E shakes his head at me in the same way ED nurses do when obvious addicts come in claiming they lost their painkiller prescriptions.
“That’s too big an ask, bella!” he says in a tone that insinuates I should have known better. “That’s a three year—”
“Five years!” Vampire bites out.
“At least,” Hyena agrees.
“That’s a five-year anniversary ask!” Des-E quickly edits.
Wait. They think we’re going to be together long enough to hit plural anniversaries?
I might have shuddered. But their reaction to my suggestion is so ridiculous I end up laughing instead. “Are you serious? C’mon. Just tell me.”
Dead serious. Vengeance is a three-man Rumpelstiltskin, as it turns out. And when I start guessing like my first-born baby’s at stake, Des-E quietly pulls me off Vampire’s lap and throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I demand as he walks me into the rarely used living room toward the front of the house.
I get my answer in the form of him throwing me down on the sectional couch, then diving in with his mouth between my legs.
Des-E’s hard, broad shoulders push into the back of my thighs as he laps at my folds and does very lewd things with the nub he finds inside of them. One large hand covers my breasts, and other pushes three large fingers into my tight hole.
No more asking about their real names after that. I bury my hands in his curls and forget my own government name as I fall apart underneath his merciless tongue.
But he doesn’t stop like he usually does once I’ve come. He keeps devouring my soaked pussy, pushed in another finger and sucking on my clit in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure so piercing it’s almost painful up my back.
And soon I’m coming again, screaming into the back of my palm.
But still, he doesn’t stop. Not until I come a third terrible time, thrashing under his mouth and pushing at his head because I can’t take anymore but can’t form the words to make him stop his punishment of pleasure.
And who knows if he would have kept going after that if Vampire didn’t say, “That’s enough, Des-E. She’s learned her lesson.”
I’m a woman. A fully grown woman. But I feel like a nearly drowned kitten when Vampire pulls me into his lap, wide-eyed and trembling from the triple orgasm.
“New rule,” he declares with a dark chuckle. “Every time you ask us about our real names, Des-E will do that.”
CHAPTER 16
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Yes, it’s all too easy to play along, and we never do get around to leaving the couch that day.
Vampire pulls me into his lap and declares it the weekend come early. With a promise to make up for the lost couple of days during the seven-day window we’ll have to wait before the birth control I chose kicks in.
I’ve never taken a day off in my life, but I figure out how relaxing works easy enough. The guys take turns feeding me popcorn and candy as we binge Stranger Things season 1. Then Hyena makes nachos so we can keep going with the second season after that.
Hyena’s much more animated during our daytime viewing than when he and Des-E hang out for Netflix and chill in my room. He makes loud commentary throughout the episodes and throws popcorn at the TV whenever anyone does something he doesn’t like.
