A Very Venom Christmas - Kristine Allen Page 0,36
thing since the last time.”
“My dick?” I questioned with disbelief. When she nodded, I huffed out a laugh. “I promise you, my dick hasn’t been anywhere but my hand since the last time I fucked you.”
“What? You can’t be serious!”
I shrugged, then winced at the pain it caused. “Fucking hell, that hurt,” I grumbled. Another reason I needed to get home. I needed Angel and his gift to sort this shit out.
When I struggled to sit, she grabbed my good hand and helped me. I spun to the side of the bed at the same time. My legs straddled hers, and I pulled her forward.
She was so short that her nipples were damn near at eye level. A lecherous smirk curled my lips, causing her to giggle, then step back. “Come on, I’ll help you get dressed,” she said as she grabbed my jeans. When she lifted them, my phone fell out, and she picked it up.
“You have a bunch of missed calls,” she said, handing me my phone, then crouched to assist me with my jeans. Raptor had been blowing up my phone, which told me Snow had reached out to him.
Shit.
When I returned Raptor’s call, it didn’t ring more than once before he was barking into the phone.
“What the goddamn fuck is going on?”
“Far From Perfect (Ghost Notes Symphonies)”—Rise Against
While Decker gave clipped replies to whoever was on the phone, I dressed in my now dry clothes. Too bad they didn’t air out like I’d hoped they would. They stank of smoke.
Keeping my eyes averted from his defined naked body was proving to be quite the task, so I slipped into the bathroom. Using the travel toothpaste and one of the toothbrushes, I got rid of the disgusting morning breath. Then I grabbed one of the combs and tried to work it through my mop of hair.
“Hopeless,” I muttered as I dropped the comb to the sink. I wound my hair up into a messy bun and left it be.
As I stared in the mirror, I trailed my fingertips gingerly over the bruises and scrapes on my face and neck. I looked like shit, yet Decker had treated me like I was beautiful. Then again, it had been pretty dark in the room.
“Stop. Get out of your head right fucking now. You are stunning, and no amount of cuts or bruises can disguise that.” My eyes flashed to his in the mirror as I awkwardly dropped my hand.
“What’s the plan?” I asked as I searched his eyes for a clue as to what was next.
“My truck is out of commission. Snow is going to trailer it to Storm Lake. My brothers will meet us there and pick it and us up, then take us the rest of the way home. We just need to wait for the weather to clear. It’s expected to die down shortly. Then we’ll wait for them to start clearing the roads.”
“So can we go by my house to see if anything was salvageable?”
“Not yet. Roads are still shit, and we don’t need to be seen around there. Hacker said your neighbors called in the fire but with the weather, it took the fire department a hot minute to get there, and by then all they could do was keep it from spreading to the nearby structures.” He looked like he dreaded telling me that. I had no idea who Hacker was or how he knew my neighbors called in the fire, but frankly, it didn’t really matter at that point.
My shoulders drooped as I fought the helplessness that was surrounding me, threatening to smother me.
“But I need clothes and shoes. My birth certificate and stuff are in a fireproof lockbox under the bed. Can we try to get it?” I asked as I tried not to cry.
“I’ll see if one of Snow’s boys can check it out.”
Turned out, when bikers were grounded from their bikes due to snow, they liked to ride what they called “sleds.” Several of the club members climbed on snowmobiles and rode them into town. A couple of hours later, they came back with my lockbox and, of all things, my truck. Thank God for four-wheel drive.
My truck would be staying with Snow until we could get back up to get it, despite my arguing I wanted to take it. I was introduced to Hacker, who it turned out was a computer nerd. Though he sure as hell didn’t look like one.
“I’ll have a duplicate of your driver’s license