For long seconds, they just stared at each other. Her cheeks were red, her pupils dilated. Weasel could see the way her pulse beat wildly right below her ear, knew she was turned on, primed just for him.

He wanted her. Now.

Fuck the repercussions if Vengeance found out this way, if he knew that shit was going down between them. He’d have to find out sooner rather than later anyway. Weasel wasn’t going to walk away from Renee, and the sooner she realized that—accepted it—the better off things would go.

She opened her mouth, maybe to say something about this not being the right time, that Vengeance and Constance might be here, but he stopped her with a kiss. He placed his mouth on hers, speared his tongue between her lips, and swallowed her moan.

He cupped her ass, curved his fingers along the taut, plump flesh, and groaned himself. She was so fucking perfect.

He broke away, both of them panting, sucking in great lungfuls of air, trying to stay sane. Weasel stared into her eyes, wanting to give her the world. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, to make you scream from orgasm,” he said and lifted her onto the bathroom counter in the next second, “I’ll be the bigger man and refrain from my own pleasure until we’re home.” Truth was, giving her pleasure would in turn be his as well. Making her come would be nearly as good as getting off himself.

She made this small noise in the back of her throat.

“Right now, like I promised, I’m going to have my mouth all over your pussy, my tongue thrust deep inside of you.” He kissed her again, stroked his tongue along her lips, mouth-fucking her like he wanted to do between her thighs.

He couldn’t hold in the guttural sound that left him.

“Weasel, they might hear,” she breathed out, her voice aroused, soft.

“Let them hear,” he said honestly.

“God,” she gasped softly, her focus on the door, clearly worried, but her arousal stronger, her need higher.

“I want you to come with my tongue thrust deep in your cunt, baby, with my lips lapping at the juices that flow out.” She made the sweetest sound for him, one of primal need that only he could give her.

Her legs were parted slightly, her jeans in the way. He helped her off the counter only long enough to help her pull her pants and panties off. He helped her back on the bathroom counter a second later.

Not wasting another moment, because they really didn’t have a lot of time before Vengeance, or even Constance wondered where the hell they’d gone off to, Weasel was on his haunches in front of Renee.

“Legs on my shoulders, baby.” She did as he said instantly. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs open even farther. He got a sweet glimpse of the pink, wet and swollen flesh between her legs.

It was all for him. Only him.

Without wasting another second, Weasel placed his mouth right over her pussy, her saccharine flavor washing over his tongue. The smell and flavor of her was so damn addicting, so intoxicating.

Weasel plunged his tongue in and out of her but couldn’t hold himself back from moving up and sucking her clit into his mouth. Fuck, she tasted so good, felt so good against him, her hands in his hair, her breathy moans telling him how good she felt.

She clutched at his hair, pulling the strands hard enough it hurt, hard enough to make his cock jerk in awareness. Fuck, he was hard, stiff like steel, made to be plunged into her tight little pussy.

His cock throbbed, his balls were drawn up tightly to his body, and it was damn hard keeping that fucker in his pants. Weasel didn’t know how long he could last. As it was, he could have come from licking and sucking at her alone.

He devoured her then, licked at her clit, ran his tongue down her cleft, getting drunker by the second. Weasel was frenzied for her, wanting desperately to get Renee off like he needed to take his next breath.

“So fucking good, Renee baby,” he murmured against her flesh. He loved the way she tugged on his hair harder.

He held her legs open and curled his fingers into her flesh.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He looked up but didn’t stop from plunging his tongue in and out of her. I need her to come for me.

“I’m so close.”

That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” He sucked, licked at her harder. When he felt her tense, knowing she was climaxing, he renewed his efforts. She moaned, the sound soft. Weasel didn’t stop eating her out until she sagged for him.

Weasel stood, not wiping the juices from his mouth, wanting her to taste herself on him. He reached out and brought her close, slammed his lips on hers, and made her drunk from the flavor like he was.

His cock was throbbing, needing to be plunged in her tight, wet heat.

He pulled back but stared into her eyes. “You’re mine, and I want the whole fucking world to know.”

She tried to catch her breath, and it pleased him that he’d worked her up so fucking well.

“I want that too,” she said with honesty in her voice.

He helped her off the counter, grabbed her pants and panties off the ground, and watched as she put them on. It was hot as fuck seeing her long legs being slipped into her pants, the denim moving up her creamy skin.

His mouth tasted like her, sweet and addicting, and he wanted more. So much more.

He helped her get presentable again and let her leave the bathroom first. He followed out a few seconds later, not even caring if anyone saw. She headed out into the living room, and through the window they could see Vengeance and Constance outside. Weasel glanced at Renee and got lost in everything that was this woman.

This woman would always bring him to his knees, and he’d always fight for her.

No matter what.