A Very Venom Christmas - Kristine Allen Page 0,35
my eyes cross at the overstimulation of my still pulsing cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ, babe,” I groaned as I bucked up into her.
“Holy shit,” she said as she panted and dropped her head.
“My thoughts exactly,” I replied as I rapidly inhaled, then gave a breathless laugh.
Slowly, she raised her head. Her full lips were parted softly, and her eyes held that perfect just-been-fucked haze. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, because I watched as they popped wide open and she stared at me.
“Your shoulder!”
I glanced over to see blood seeping through the white gauze dressing. Dismissing it, I reached up to trail a finger across her lower lip. “It’s fine. Kiss me,” I demanded.
Her brows lowered in concern as she continued to stare at the bandage. Then she glanced at my smirk as I lifted my hips again. “Fucking kiss me,” I repeated.
“Are you sure?” she questioned in worry.
Not waiting for her to decide to listen, I reached up, grabbed her by the throat, and tugged her to me. Her hand shot out to balance herself, landing next to my head. I brought her to my lips and teased hers with my tongue until they opened. Our tongues twisted. Tasting her, I nipped her tongue, then her lip, as she withdrew. I brought us back together. Sensuously, we let our mouths continue what our bodies had been doing before.
Thrust, swirl, bite—it was an erotic dance that had me squeezing her throat slightly as she moaned. Belated, I remembered her bruised neck and loosened my hold.
Finally, we broke free and she rested her forehead to mine. My thumb gently stroked over her pulse.
“What do we do now?” she asked, her words feathering across my damp lips.
“We’re going to get the hell out of here. I’m taking you back to Ankeny with me.”
She sat up abruptly. “I can’t! I have a job, and I need to check on my house! And—”
I cut her off with my hand over her mouth. “Stop.”
She blinked at me, then bit my hand. “Hey!” I said, wide-eyed at her boldness.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do,” she growled out. She reminded me of a feisty little chihuahua—tiny but fierce, and I chuckled.
“Easy there, killer. You aren’t going back to your house right now.” She started to interrupt, but I placed a finger over her lips with a warning glare at her, which she returned. “Did you forget someone tried to kill us last night?”
That had her shoulders drooping slightly and worry filling her eyes.
“Hey, none of that. I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty, I’m just saying we need to get you out of town. I’ll have Snow and his boys check out your house and salvage anything they can. I need to get back to my grandmother and my club.”
At that she reared back in confusion. “Your club?”
I sighed, trying to decide how much to tell her once again. “Yeah. My club. You know how Snow and his brothers are the Demented Sons MC up here?”
She nodded, waiting for me to finish my explanation.
“Well, I’m the president of my own club down in Ankeny. If the weather has calmed down, I need to get back there. I didn’t plan on being here this long, and I’m not leaving you here.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” she sputtered indignantly.
“Not while you’re carrying my kid, you don’t,” I replied without hesitation. She blinked owlishly at that, then swallowed dramatically. “It’s not safe here right now,” I said in a softer tone.
Gently, I brushed her hair back and cupped her cheek. “Come on, babe. Get dressed. I need to go see what kind of shape my truck is in, and I need to call home to update them on what’s going on.”
Reluctantly, she climbed off me, and I hissed through clenched teeth at the loss of her warmth. She looked down at the mess she left behind on me and wrinkled her nose. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Let me grab my towel. It’s down there somewhere.”
She pointed to the floor, then scrambled down to look. Triumphantly, she popped up with it in her hand and she proceeded to clean me off, paying extra attention to my cock. “I think it’s clean,” I rasped out.
She froze for a moment. Then she frantically whispered, “We didn’t use a condom.”
“So?” I raised a brow. “It’s not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”
“No shit,” she deadpanned. “I was more referring to where you might have stuck that