Page 72 of Renascence

“Nah. Just need a few minutes.”

“Got it.”

“Come find me after,” Raven tells Emily, giving her a knowing wink before the two walk off.

At my door, Emily runs her fingers over the nameplate as I open it.

“Ven-nom.”

“Are you drunk, darlin’?”

“Nope.” She wanders inside, dropping down on the bed where I’d thrown her jacket. “Are we here to…?” She lets her words hang in the air.

“No, Em. I do need you to give me your panties, though.”

“What? Why?”

“Emily. Panties. Now.”

“Jeez.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance.

I let it slide because I know it’s the alcohol talking. She slips them off, and when she brings them to me, I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her close while I shove the underwear in my pocket. Emily keeps surprising me at every turn. When I suggested this list, I had no idea she’d want the things she’s asked for. I can’t wait to hear what the next item is.

Her face is tipped toward mine, lids heavy, lips slightly parted. I need to taste them. I press my lips to hers, loving the way she moans as her arms circle my neck. She opens for me, letting me have my way with her. Her taste, her soft lips, the way her tongue plays with mine… I’ve never thought much of kissing, but kissing Emily? Amazing.

My hand disappears under her skirt, finding her wet and ready.

“Always ready for me.”

She whimpers, hips grinding against my fingers. I remove them, breaking our kiss. “Why’d you stop?” she whines.

“Let’s take this show on the road.”

I help her into her jacket, then tug her out of the room, heading to the back of the clubhouse. The guys have a huge fire going, people—mostly couples—scattered around. I take Emily a few steps from the door, leaning against the building.

“Cold?” I ask.

“No, I’m good.”

We can be easily seen, but no one’s paying attention to us. Almost everyone is watching the girl-on-girl show going on next to the flames. I pull Emily’s body against mine, her back to me. I can tell she’s watching the girls, her head leaning this way and that.

“You like that?” I mumble in her ear.

“It’s… kinda hot.”

Her ass wiggles, rubbing on my hard dick. “Spread your legs a little wider, Emily.”

She obeys, the space she creates allowing me to slip my hand up the back of her skirt and between her thighs. She gasps, glancing around to see if anyone’s looking.

“Concentrate on me, Emily. On my fingers, my voice.” I push at her entrance, my finger gliding in easily. She moans, muscles tightening. “Is this what you wanted? For me to make you come with all these people a few feet away?” She whimpers in answer. “Are you going to scream my name when you come?”

She lets out a long moan, and I have to tell her to be quiet. I move to her clit, all my fingers now drowning in her wetness. This is seriously turning her on. Her hips begin to roll, head falling back on my chest.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” she whispers.

I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her right now, but this is for her, not me. The clubhouse door opens, banging against the wall. Emily jumps but I keep her steady, anchoring her to me.

“Shh… don’t move.” I circle her clit faster, kissing and licking her neck. Her entire body is quivering against me. “I love how you always drip for me, Emily. No other man can get you this wet.”