Page 11 of Secrets

"Guess it's different than being with a club bunny," she says.

She regrets saying it because he stills inside of her. "What?"

"I saw you with Dove tonight," she says. "Forget I said anything."

"Hannah-"

"I could really use a good fucking, Rocky."

His hips move again, slowly, and she bites her cheek until she's warmed up enough to halfway enjoy it. "That feels good," she tells him.

He picks up speed, and his hand reaches around to toy with her clit. The orgasm builds, teetering right on the edge, but as soon as she's about to let go, images of Dani and coffins fill her mind. And just like that, she loses it.

"Baby, I need you to come," Rocky grunts. “I'm about to nut."

His fingers rub her roughly, and she goes numb instead of building again. Her hand pulls his away, and she arches her back. "Oh, yes," she moans, knowing how to fake her orgasm. Maybe if she fakes it enough, she'll feel like she had one. "Right there, Rocky. Yes, yes, yes!"

He takes this as permission to come, and he pulls out and finishes on the floor next to the bed, his hand furiously pumping himself. "Fuck, that was close."

"I still have my birth control in," she says, annoyed she has a mess to clean up her first night home. "It's good for another year."

"Good to know," he says, pulling her into his arms and cuddling with her. "God, it feels good to have you back in my arms."

"We both know you weren't in short supply of women while I was gone."

His hands cup her chest, and she wishes he'd just leave her be. It's sensory overload as it is being released today. Going from being locked up in a cell for most of the day with only her cellmate for two years to suddenly having all new lights, scents, and surroundings makes her anxious in a way she's never been before.

"My heart was always with you, Hannah," he says, ignoring the disdain in her voice. "God, I love you. Not seeing you for so longhas been torture. But now you're home, and things can go back to normal again."

Yeah. Normal.

Chapter Five

Summerville

Venom

Marnie glares at Venom from the bar where she sits next to Cannon's daughter, Sutton. The two seem to be good friends even though Marnie's two years older than Sutton. He supposes it's not easy trying to build a relationship with others outside of the club because they don’t understand the life. It also amuses Venom that Cannon's daughter is named Sutton Cannon. He assumes it was more her mom's doing than her dad's, but it's still entertaining nonetheless. Not that he'd ever say a word of it to Cannon.

The way Marnie always looks at him as though his mere existence annoys her has him drawn to her in the mostindescribable way. It's the highlight of his nights, and he finds he doesn't stay at the clubhouse whenever Marnie's not around.

Walking over to the bar, Venom takes a seat in the open chair next to Marnie, a smirk on his face. "I felt you calling me from across the room, love."

"You wish," Marnie says, her cat eye mascara making him want to see if she can actually purr.

Her coffee-colored hair hangs down to her shoulder blades, and he likes the image in his head of how it would look wrapped in his fist. It takes everything in him not to run his fingers through her hair.

"Aren't you, like, what? Old enough to be my dad?" Marnie asks.

"Marnie!" Sutton gasps and looks at him. "She didn't mean that, Venom."

His eyebrow lifts. "Your dad would've had to have you young. Just how old you think I am?"

"Don't tease the crazy ones," Sutton whispers, but Venom hears her. It makes him laugh.

Marnie shrugs. "I don't know. Fifty?"

Leaning back, he drops his jaw. She knows exactly how to hit him where it hurts. "I amnotfifty."

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