Page 59 of Making Choices

Instead, we spent the night being ignored by our dirty president, and now we’ve been left behind with his two minions. Nothing’s gone right. The party was split into the same two factions. Cub and Sander never showed up like they said they would. Then, like a teen boy in the first flushes of puberty, I’d broken into a shit-eating grin as another of Toker’s messages had reminded me of the ones he sent the day before.

Forced to lie to Venom when he wanted to know what had piqued my attention, I evoked Bebe. The woman I’ve been avoiding since I came all over her back, then bailed. I mean, it’s not like I could’ve told my best friend the truth… that I was picturing myself wrapping the aforementioned braid around my wrist so I could fuck his woman’s mouth.

He’d put a bullet in my head.

And I’d deserve it.

Just as I’m about to step in, Venom blows out a jagged breath and holds his hand out to Honey. “I guess it’s time to get back on the horse then. Wanna have some fun, babe?”

Since I’ve never heard him call a woman babe before, I trip over my feet as he slings her over his shoulder, then I follow them out of the bar. Distracted, I don’t realise that he’s veered into my bedroom until he’s already dropped Honey onto my mattress.

“Not a fan of your room choice,” I remark, shaking my head.

“She ain’t gettin’ her arse in my bed.” As Honey starts undressing, he shrugs. “Even if the snapped legs didn’t mean it was sittin’ at a forty-five-degree angle.”

Mildly amused, I jerk out of the way when the drug-fucked bitch desecrating my bed tosses her heels at me. With her attention firmly fixed on Venom, Honey struggles to pull her booty shorts over her hips. Apparently, my presence is redundant to her, intent as she seems on finally welcoming my recalcitrant best friend between her thighs.

Toker jokes that Honey’s legs are named East and West, for never the two shall meet. Now, I usually avoid slut shaming, since I certainly haven’t lived as a monk, but Honey isn’t deserving of my liberal thinking. She’s made it her mission to take as many of the Shamrocks as she can to bed, whether they have an old lady or not.

In fact, I think she prefers being nailed by my attached brothers.

It gives her something to lord over the other women.

And Venom has been a blatant target.

So, I guess, for Honey, tonight is a win.

Wonder how she’s going to feel when she discovers that she’s been bait and switched?

I remove my cut, then pull my t-shirt over my head. “I can’t wait for the day you figure out that breakin’ your own shit is a mug’s game.” After shucking my boots, I unbutton my jeans and strip them off. “Should be like me… break some fucker’s legs, cut off some deadbeat’s fingers, knock out some gangbanger’s teeth. Normal shit that doesn’t cost you a penny. Works better than the expensive temper tantrums you chuck.”

Sensing Venom’s reticence, I decide to take his mind off the woman flailing around in front of us. I free my dick from my boxers, chuckling when Venom lifts his face toward the ceiling and whines, “Do you have to do that right in front of me?”

Deliberately stroking myself, I retort, “Oh, fuck off. You’ve seen worse. Pretty sure you grabbed my arse by mistake one night and didn’t let go until you got a couple good squeezes in.”

“Bullshit!” Biting back a grin, I watch him pull off his cut and then his shirt. “I remember that night… you grabbed my arse. Had to throat punch you to get your hand off me.”

“You might be right.”

My placid agreement makes him glance at me. Grinning, I wiggle my eyebrows, then our attention is diverted to Honey. Apparently sick of our lack of focus on her, she’s decided to warm up alone. Her fist. Her snatch. The two become one.

It’s almost a circus act.

“Just as well I’m hung like a horse, or this would’ve been the sloppiest fuck ever.” Perturbed and growing more reluctant by the second, I make myself crawl onto the bed and flop down on my guts in front of her. Since I know Venom won’t make the first move, I try to speed things along. “So, how’re we gonna do this, Venom?”

“I don’t know. This was your fuckin’ idea.”

“You needa be naked, at least. We both know they’re gonna come bustin’ through that door to verify this went down for Brutus.”

“Fine.” Pouting, he undresses the rest of the way. “Now what?”

My head spins as the reality of what we’re about to do hits home. If we pull this off, the rest of the club will think that Venom and I tag-teamed Honey. I’m not sure if that’s something I want getting around, but the alternative is even worse. Without Cherub, Venom’s unravelling. I’m not far behind him. Every moment that Brutus remains in charge, the risk of being allied to the Maddisons grows, and my duchess’ safety continues to rely on his mercurial whims.

Panic grips me.

My stomach revolts.

I swallow down bile.

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