Page 86 of Renascence
“My dream was to properly manage money.”
His demeanor changes, the way it always does when it comes to discussing anything remotely personal. He’s shutting down. Since his discomfort is evident, I won’t push.
“That’s cool.” Approaching him, I wrap one arm and then the other around his neck. “But how about we work on an equation of our own?”
“Yeah? Like what?” His hands slide around my waist and down to cup my ass.
“Like….” I trail a finger down his neck. “We subtract some clothes….”
“Ah….” He picks me up, hooking my legs around his hips. “And I divide your thighs?”
“That’s right. Then you add… your dick inside me.”
He slowly makes his way to the bedroom, a smirk on his lips as he adds, “Then I multiply my thrusts.”
“Definitely.” I nod for emphasis. “Lots of multiplication.”
I can’t believe the conversation we’re having. I’ve never spoken to anyone like this in my entire life. He’s the first man I’ve even flirted with in years. It’s not just the topic, either. I never use profanity in front of anyone. Ever. Not even the man I was married to. With Venom… everything is different. Better.
“And what’s going to be the result?” he asks.
“Oh, I think we both know what the result is. Just make sure you show your work.”
He lets out a feral growl, tossing me on the bed yet again.
Playtime is over.
***
“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, indicating my outfit again.
“Darlin’, it’s a fight. What you’re wearing is fine. You look great.”
“I wasn’t fishing for a compliment. I’ve never been to one of these things before.”
I slide my palms down the front of my jeans before fixing my sweater and scarf in front of the mirror. Behind me, Venom shrugs into a leather jacket, covering up the gun strapped to his shoulder. Of course he looks good. He always does.
“No cut?”
“Event like this, don’t know who we’ll run into, so the prez thought it best we don’t fly our colors.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Police and regular people like you see a cut and see trouble. There could also be unfriendlies.”
“I still don’t understand.” I sit on the bed, waiting for him to explain.
“You don’t know anything about MCs, do you?”
“No. You haven’t exactly told me anything about yours, either.”
“Nothing at all? Not even from that show that was on TV?”
“I didn’t have time for TV. Two jobs, remember?”
“Emily, not all clubs are exactly on the up and up. Legally.”
“You mean… they’re criminals?”
