“What’s wrong with you?” Vengeance asked.

Renee looked up from her plate and stared at her brother. Constance was just getting another couple of bottles of beer. This dinner had been the last thing she wanted to do but couldn’t find a way out of it. Vengeance was her brother, and she had a lot to make up for. The last thing she wanted to do was insult him. “Nothing’s wrong, why?”

“You just seem, I don’t know, a little worried.”

“Not worried.” She ran her fork through the food, her appetite suddenly deserting her. The past four days had been amazing. She loved every single second of it, especially being with Weasel. Being with him was dirty, raw, and highly fucking sexy. A moment hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t craved his brand of sex.

Weasel could make love just as good as he could fuck, and nothing was closed off to him, nothing. If he wanted her ass, he took it. He even claimed her mouth, her pussy, even her tits. Weasel was inside her head, and her body was owned completely by him. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Constance came back, and Vengeance took the bottle of beer she handed him, drinking down a large swallow.

“You keep staring at me, Vengeance, and it’s freaking me out.”

“You’re hiding something.”

She rolled her eyes. “You got me, brother. I’m on my period, and I’m in pain. There, how does that feel?”

Instantly he recoiled and went pale. She wasn’t on her monthly cycle but ever since he’d sat her down when she was younger and explained in great detail what a woman’s period was, he’d begged her to never talk about it again. She’d been thirteen when that happened, and Vengeance was the only person she trusted, the only person that could have explained anything to her. Their parents sure as hell hadn’t been there for them.

“Moving right along. This weekend there’s going to be a big party. Everyone is coming, even Zeke and his woman and kids. Everyone is going to be there, and I want you to come along,” he said.

She played with the food again and frowned. “Are you sure about that?”

“I’m totally sure.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be anywhere like that right now. You said yourself. I’m not in a good space with them. Especially after everything I said and did.”

Vengeance reached out and placed a hand on hers. “Renee, you can’t expect them to forgive you overnight, but it’s not an entirely bad thing you did. It’s not like you ratted them out or anything. I forgive you, and so will they.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she smiled at her brother. “I don’t want to make things awkward.”

Vengeance got up from the table and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “It won’t be.” He kissed her temple. “Now stop worrying.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

“What did I miss?” Weasel asked, coming into the room and startling her for a second, making her tense. Thankfully, Vengeance didn’t say anything to her sudden stillness as he stood up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It just so happens I’m famished, and I knew food was going to be good here,” Weasel said, winking at Constance who rolled her eyes. “I’m also here to take Renee home.”

“I picked her up. I can take her home.”

“Not going to happen. I’m here now.” Weasel smiled at her, and she glared at him.

Every time he was near, she struggled to get her body in check. It was like he really did own every single part of her.

“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” she said, getting up.

She needed a break, at least two seconds to clear her head.

Vengeance would kill Weasel if he ever found out about them. Wouldn’t he? Maybe he wouldn’t be upset. Maybe he’d be happy she was with someone who made her smile?

Entering the bathroom, she stared at her reflection, seeing the flush on her chest.

It wasn’t long before the bathroom door was open, and there was Weasel.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Coming to check and see that you’re okay,” he seemed to say under his breath.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to come and spend some time with you.”

“I can’t think while you’re here. We both agreed that Vengeance can’t know, at least not right now.” She frowned. “Where is he?”

“On a call with Demon, and Constance had to go and check on something.” He reached out, tucking a curl behind her ear. “I missed you.”

“This is crazy. You’re insane. If he finds out you’re here…”

“He won’t, Renee.” He stepped forward and sank his fingers into her hair. All protests ceased as the scent of him invaded her. He smelled like leather, beer, and biker grease. It was the scent that always reminded her of him. “I didn’t want anyone else bringing you home.”

With his free hand, he rested it on her hip, and she couldn’t help the little gasp at his touch. Her shirt had ridden up, and his fingers touched her exposed stomach.

“I was at home thinking about you, Renee.” He teased underneath her shirt, stroking her skin. Slowly, his fingers eased down her jeans, cupping her pussy. “And I was staring at my bed, and I couldn’t help but think about how your pretty ass rode my cock last night.”

She closed her eyes, recalling how much she had wanted it. He’d been fucking her pussy, but she wanted him in her ass. Shoving him to the bed, she reversed cowgirled him. Only instead of her pussy, she’d pushed her ass over his cock, and he’d sunk so deep inside her.

He plunged a finger into her pussy, and she cried out. Weasel covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t make a sound, Renee. We don’t want Vengeance to hear us.”

She shouldn’t be turned on by the thought of getting caught but she was. She wanted him.

“So tide me over until I get home. Let me lick your pussy, make you feel good. I want to make you come, and then we’ll finish dinner. You’re going to be thinking about us, and about what I’m going to do to you when we get home. First, I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then I’m going to take your pussy, before I fill that pretty ass of yours with my spunk, then watch as it comes out.”

It sounded so sinful, so wicked, and she wanted it.

This was going to be the longest couple of hours of her life.