The Henchmen MC: Renny Part 11

"Meaning?"

"Meaning she got herself a f.u.c.king converted school bus and some female friends and she runs f.u.c.king cons across the country. She'll likely drop in sometime now that she knows we finally bit the bullet. She's been encouraging this since we were teens, said if it wasn't a s.e.xist place, she would prospect herself. She would have too. And her a.s.s would have gotten in. In a weird way, she'll be proud of us."

Seeing as I worked in a criminal organization, I could understand that. It was always a big deal to get accepted. Especially when the organization was as old as The Henchmen MC.

"Have you ever done anything even remotely illegal? Or are you just jumping in?"

"Does all the typical teenage s.h.i.+t count?"

"What typical teenage s.h.i.+t?"

"Smoking, fighting, illegally downloading s.h.i.+t, drinking, maybe even a B&E or two, but nothing got taken. It was just to f.u.c.k with these a.s.sholes that were always yelling at us to stop hanging out on the street."

"No rap sheet, no crime," I offered.

"Then I'm a regular mother f.u.c.king boy scout. Think that works against me here?"

"I think it's important to not have the law looking too close at you. If you had already had a bunch of charges for arms, they would start looking at you closer. Clean slate might be just what they need around here."

"Good to know. Where is everyone?" he asked, gesturing around to the mostly-empty room.

"Reign went to see Wolf and Janie. Cash and Repo are entertaining the kids with some kind of hoverboard thing he ordered. The women are likely taking a much-needed nap."

"And Duke?"

I felt my lips curve up a little wickedly at that. "He and Penny just met a couple months back so whenever they get the chance..."

"Gotcha," Cyrus said with a smile that was leaps and bounds more devilish than mine. "So you and Renny. That's an interesting matchup."

"Why's that?"

"Because you both have this lightswitch thing."

I felt myself stiffening at that. Renny was the one with a lightswitch. Not me.

"How so?"

"You both turn hot and cold in a blink. He's warm, you're usually cold. He's cold, you're warm. Both of you walking outta that kitchen a bit ago, it was like the f.u.c.king North Pole up in here. But, I guess that must mean when you're both warm, it's f.u.c.king hot as h.e.l.l, right?"

"Right," I agreed, sitting there a little dumbstruck by his declaration.

I had never considered myself a hot and cold person. Mostly because I generally accepted that I was mostly cool most of the time.

But either I had been wrong about myself my whole life, or I was suddenly becoming warmer at times.

And, really, I knew exactly what and who caused that.

Which put me excusing myself with a supposed headache and going back to our room, remembering right then that I was going to have to share a bed with him. But there was nothing I could do about that at that point. So I grabbed my duffle bag and made my way to the bathroom to realize that there was a reason Ashley had been in such a rush to pack my bag.

Because she left out some essentials.

Namely, anything that could be worn as pajamas.

I suddenly got the impression that everyone in my life was on some kind of mission to push me and Renny together. When the h.e.l.l did I become that pathetic friend that everyone wanted to set up?

On a sigh, I walked back out into the bedroom and snagged one of Renny's t-s.h.i.+rts out of his drawer. He was taller than me, but not by that much. So the t-s.h.i.+rt was not a dress on me; it came down maybe two inches past my crotch, covering my hot pink pantie-covered a.s.s. It wouldn't matter anyway; I would be under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

So I brushed my teeth, washed off my makeup, turned down the lights, and climbed in the bed, laying as close to the edge as was possible without falling off, curling up, closing my eyes, and spending the next two hours overthinking.

Sometime around midnight, the door opened and closed quietly and Renny walked around to his side of the bed, picking up the remote and turning the TV on before grabbing some things out of the dresser and going into the bathroom to shower.

He came back smelling even stronger of that scent that always clung to his skin. I didn't dare look. The room had a glow from the TV that I could see even with my eyes closed. He would know I was awake. So I stayed as still as possible as he climbed under the sheets, s.h.i.+fted around for a couple minutes, then fell asleep.

And I knew he was asleep because he was right, he talked.

I moved slowly, sitting up, watching him for a long minute, his face almost seeming more severe in sleep- likely because it was lacking his frequent easy smile. The fact that his dream must have been a dark one probably didn't help. His voice was low and dark, most the words coming out mumbled, but I could make out curses here and there and the occasional deep, pained growl of "no".

I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my old Gameboy, climbing under the sheets like a tent to m.u.f.fle the sound, and played as Renny tossed and turned.

"You catch anything good?" his sleep-groggy voice asked, making me start so hard that I actually dropped the Gameboy onto my lap. My head jerked over to find him under the sheet with me, his light eyes s.h.i.+ning even in the dark.

Feeling oddly caught, I yanked the sheets down until they fell down to my hips. Renny appeared in the television light too, still watching me.

"Forgot something," he murmured a second before I felt his fingers tracing near the inside of my knee and slowly start gliding up, making my belly go liquid immediately.

"I, ah, yeah, Ash packed me. She obviously forgot to... Renny," I warned as his fingertips whispered up and slid in toward my inner thighs.

"Not what I meant, but it's a nice f.u.c.king bonus," he said as his finger touched the edge of my panties where it met my hip then slid across the waistband then down just slightly. I expected to feel him press between my lips, to stroke his finger up and find my c.l.i.t and put an end to the throbbing sensation there. Instead, he snagged the Gameboy I had utterly forgotten about and lifted the weight off of me, pulling it up and turning it off.

"Oh, right," I said, my voice a little airy.

He arched up, balancing on one arm and moving over my chest to put the thing down on the top of my nightstand, taking his sweet time about it. Then, just as slowly, his head turned to look at me looking, I was sure, for some sign of objection.

As much as I wanted to muster some, I couldn't.

"Forgive me yet?" he asked, voice a low rumble.

"I..." I started, swallowing hard against my dry mouth.

"Not yet, huh?" he asked, lips twitching slightly as he moved back to my side, but closer, his whole front against my whole side. "Let's see what I can do about that then," he said, promise in his eyes.

His hand reached out and brushed my hair off to the side, touching the logo on the front of the tee. "I like you in my s.h.i.+rt," he told me as his hand flattened and moved to the side, completely covering my breast and squeezing with perfect pressure, making me arch up slightly as my air rushed out of me.

G.o.d, it had been so long since I had been touched. And I had wanted him from the first time he smiled at me with blood in his mouth, as crazy as that was.

His thumb and forefinger found the gently hardened bud of my nipple and rolled it, sending a jolt of need so strong between my legs that I had to press my thighs together to try to ease the desire.

"Sensitive," he murmured as his fingers pinched the point slightly before his hand moved across my chest to give my other breast the same attention.

By the time his hand slid down my belly, I was pretty sure I had never been more turned on in my life. Every nerve ending was poised, was receptive to even the slightest of touches. His hand pressed down hard on my lower stomach that already felt oddly heavy.

"Look at me," he demanded and my head s.h.i.+fted on the pillow to find his face.

It happened simultaneously.

His lips crashed down on mine.

And his hand pressed between my legs.

I cried out against his lips, the sound m.u.f.fled by his mouth, as my hips s.h.i.+fted slightly toward him. There was no teasing. No hinting at touching the sweet spot but not actually doing it. His fingers landed on my c.l.i.t and immediately started working it in hard, slow circles.

"How about now?" he asked, lifting his head slightly, eyelids heavy.

But words weren't exactly something I was capable of at that moment.

"No?" he asked, smile wicked. I lost his fingers for a second before they slid up and then under my panties, stroking up my wet slit and finding my c.l.i.t again. "Let's try this then."

He worked me for a long minute, eyes watching me intensely, as he drove me upward. And then his lips pressed down on mine again.

Again, it was simultaneous.

His tongue thrust into my mouth.

And his fingers thrust inside me.

I jolted, turning onto my side, my leg hooking over his hips as his fingers curled inside me, raking over the top wall and making gentle, perfect, relentless strokes over my G-spot as he kissed me hard, hard enough to bruise.

Hard and soft at the same time and it was an overwhelming sensation as he forced me to feel them simultaneously until I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something that threatened a pleasure that bordered on pain.

And I felt myself instinctively recoil from it, to pull away, to avoid the things that might be impossible to protect myself from.

"Shh," Renny whispered as his lips left mine. His breath was warm on my face and my eyes fluttered open. "Just let it happen, sweetheart. I got you."

Somehow, in that moment, I found myself putting my faith to rest in that. I found myself trusting him.

So when he pushed me back to the edge again, I didn't try to plant my feet, to fight it, to pull away.

The o.r.g.a.s.m tore through me- a deep, hard throbbing that made my entire body shudder once as Renny pressed his forehead to mine and I cried out loudly, fingers digging into his arm and back hard enough that there were sure to be marks after.

As the shocks subsided, his free arm slid under me and curled up, grabbing me at the base of my skull, and pressing my head into his chest as his fingers continued a slow, lazy thrusting, bringing me back down.

But even when the o.r.g.a.s.m was done, his fingers stayed inside me, a kind of intimacy I would have recoiled from normally.

s.e.x was s.e.x.

Intimacy was a different animal entirely.

And I had never been comfortable with it before.

But somehow, in that room, in that bed, in the arms of a man I knew was as unpredictable as the weather, it not only felt comfortable. It somehow felt right.

Right in that moment, I couldn't seem to stop myself from blurting out what had been on my mind, and the subsequent insecurity that went along with it.

"Do I blow hot and cold?"

"What?" he asked, slowly pulling back slightly, eyes landing on mine.

"Cyrus said we're weird together because we both blow so hot and cold."

"Cyrus is an idiot."

"Cyrus is an objective third party," I countered.

"Alright, fine. He's not an idiot," he conceded.

"You didn't answer my question."

He sighed a little. "Fine. You pretend to be cold. I think the longer you're stuck around the same group of people, the harder it is for you to keep up that pretense. So you warm up. And that makes you seem hot and cold. Happy?"

It wasn't exactly the kind of news that made you happy. As much as I had absolutely worked to become cooler, more detached, guarded, it hurt in a strange way to be called on that. It shouldn't have. Logically, it should have made me happy. Maybe if I wasn't post-o.r.g.a.s.m contented and Renny's fingers weren't still inside me, I could have found the determination to be that woman I had worked to be my whole life.

"No," I admitted, looking into his eyes and seeing understanding there.

"You like pretending to be cool, Mina," he said, his fingers sliding out of me then out of my panties to settle on the material covering my a.s.s. "But I see underneath the ice. It's not as thick as you want it to seem. Just a small puddle really. Bet you I can melt it without much effort."

I had a sneaking suspicion that he would win that bet. I had just been in a bed with him for a couple hours and I was pretty sure I was already thawing.

"That scare you?" he asked, his hand behind my neck moving down to whisper across my shoulders.

I took a breath and gave him the truth. "It would scare me less if I knew you well enough to trust you."

His face went just a little guarded at that. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," I said honestly. "I want to know everything. I mean... I know you have had something dark happen in your life and I understand that it might not be..."

"You gonna shut it so I can tell you everything or what?" he asked, lips tipping up at one corner, but the motion didn't make it to his eyes.

"What?"

"Well, if you want to know all my dark and twisted, doodle-bug, you need to hush so I can give it to you."

"Doodle-bug?" I objected with a snort.

"You like it," he said, ducking his head a little. "In fact, you like all the pet names. You just don't want to admit it, snuggle-puss."

I laughed at that, shaking my head at him.

"Alright, I'll shut up. Give it to me."