Page 70 of Renascence
All eyes turn to Raven, especially mine.
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “I saw it last year. I was on my way to the kitchen and he was over in that corner”—she jerks her head in the general direction—“getting a blow job from one of the Hounds.”
Okay, then. Now I understand what Venom meant about keeping my mouth shut about what I might see. At least it was last year and not last week. I also now know he has no qualms about public sex.
“Well?” Ellen prods.
I’m not really comfortable telling these women about my sex life, but I can’t stop the blush from creeping back into my cheeks. They burst out laughing, Raven and Ellen high-fiving each other. That’s when I notice Ellen is pregnant, too. The women’s laughter is infectious, and I can’t help but join in. My nerves vanish. I lean on the bar, thanking Renae when she orders me a drink from the young man behind it. When he turns around, I notice there’s no logo on his cut, only the bottom patch with the state. As he hands me my drink, I see the small one on the front that says “Prospect.”
“Thanks.”
“Name’s Tyler, ma’am.” He tosses his shoulder-length, dirty blond hair out of his face. “You need anything, let me know.”
“Um… okay.”
My eyes meet with the pair belonging to the other person behind the bar, a pretty brunette. I assume she’s one of the Hounds Ellen told me about.
“Sweet prepubescent Jesus,” Raven mumbles, bringing my attention back to her.
I follow her line of vision, mouth falling open at the sight of the two men emerging from the back. They’re both shirtless and sweaty, hands wrapped as if they were boxing. The blond is ripped and hard, covered in tattoos. His friend with the dark hair and black-rimmed glasses is not as bulky but still defined, only one visible tat.Holy shit, they’re hot!
The blond steps between Raven’s thighs, dropping a kiss on her lips, then one on her stomach.
“Need some help washing my back, babe,” he says with a smirk, rubbing her belly. I breathe an internal sigh of relief that he’s not some old geezer.
“Hey, beautiful,” the other piece of man-candy greets Ellen before turning to the rest of us. “Ladies.”
“This is Emily.” Ellen tugs me forward. “She came with Venom.”
Both men’s eyebrows almost touch their hairlines. They recover quickly, shaking my hand.
“I’m Gage,” the blond says, his blue eyes lighting up. “This is Einstein. Glad you’re here, Emily. You need anything, or if Venom’s being a dick, you let us know.”
“I will. Thanks.”I like these two already.
“I really do need a shower, so I’ll see you later, Emily.”
“Yeah, later.”
Gage and Einstein drag their women behind them, and that’s when I see the tattoos on their backs. The bit peeking out from under Raven’s cut seems to match her husband’s.
“They all do that,” Marlowe explains. “Kind of a club thing to get their old ladies tatted on their backs. Those two women are the first to get matching ones, though.”
I nod, taking a deep breath and a sip of my drink, settling in. That’s so sweet how they’re willing to display their love for their women so openly.
I think I’m going to like it here.
“Well, my night just got a lot better.”
I turn at the sound of the voice, bumping into a solid wall of man. My eyes widen, slowly panning up until I meet the eyes of the giant in front of me.
“Whoa. You’rehuge.”Shit. Did that come out of my mouth?He’s wearing a cut like Venom’s, with “Sergeant at Arms” printed on one of the patches, “Razor” on another. His size, the mohawk, the leather and chains should instill fear in me, but there’s a kindness in his hazel eyes that calms me.
He winks, giving me an impish grin. “All over, babe.”
“Um… yeah… I… I don’t doubt that,” I stammer.
“Wanna go back to my room and be certain?”
