Renny (The Henchmen MC #6)

by Jessica Gadziala

  Then he was bending me further back until my shoulders hit the mattress, until I unhooked my legs and planted my feet and settled back. His face shifted to the middle of my chest, his tongue moving out and tracing a slow line down the center of my belly, not pausing, not stopping to lavish over anywhere.

  Because he had a destination in mind and a point to prove.

  His lips sucked my clit inward, making my hips buck upward at the shot of desire. My hand slammed down on the crown of his head, holding him to me as his tongue moved out and started lavishing over the sensitive point.

  His hands slid up and under my thighs, grabbing my ass, and hauling me slightly up, giving him more access as he sucked, licked, then thrust his tongue inside me until my thighs were shaking, until my breath was a strangled nothing in my chest, until I felt my walls tightening hard and his tongue moved out and his lips closed around my clit and sucked in quick pulses until I completely shattered apart.

  My entire body went taut as my fingers practically ripped out his hair and his name came almost screaming from my lips.

  My weight crashed back down on the bed after, my skin feeling like it was humming, my breathing frantic and shallow, as Renny kissed back up my belly, stopping between my breasts where he rested his chin to smile up at me.

  "How'd I do? Legendary?"

  I did something right then that I didn't think I was truly capable of until that moment. I freaking giggled. Giggled, like a teenaged girl. Even as a teenaged girl, I was pretty sure I never did such a thing.

  "I'll take that as a yes," he said, planting his hands near my shoulders and moving over me. "I was right too."

  "Right?" I asked, brows drawing together.

  "Yep," he agreed, but didn't elaborate.

  "What were you right about?"

  "Sweet fucking pussy," he said, smirk going devilish. "Think I'll have to have a little bit of that for breakfast every goddamn morning."

  My cheeks heated at that, both turned on by but slightly embarrassed by his openness.

  But before I could let myself really analyze those feelings, as I was bound to do, his hips ground into mine, making his hard cock slip up my slit and make a delicious pass over my oversensitive clit.

  "Yeah, we're nowhere near done," he said, smile full of promise before his lips crashed down on mine again- harder, hungrier, reminding me that while a bit of my need was sated, his was raging strong through his system.

  He rolled, pulling me with him until I was on top again, his hands running down my back and grabbing my ass.

  His lips pulled from mine as his fingers whispered up my spine then over my shoulders. His fingers of one hand moved inward on my arm, just above my elbow and rubbed his fingers over the small matchstick under my skin.

  "Got my papers for you when you're ready to take that step," he informed me, once again almost scaring me with his ability to see things everyone else missed.

  And as much as I didn't want to throw ice water on what was one of the hottest moments in my life, I went ahead and said it because I was told once that if you didn't have communication with a partner, you had nothing. "I don't have sex without condoms."

  His head tilted to the side at that, light eyes penetrating and it took a lot of willpower to not squirm or fumble to find an explanation. "I showed you mine," he said oddly a moment later. "Eventually, you're going to have to show me yours."

  "My what?"

  "Scars, sweetheart," he explained, folding up toward me, arms crossing over my lower back, holding me tight where I might have pulled away. "Why you're so terrified of intimacy and all the mess it brings with it." I must have stiffened, because he squeezed me tighter. "But that's for another time. Right now, you need to see more of my glorious body," he said unexpectedly, making me let out a surprised laugh as he flipped me onto my back, straddling my hips, and making a ridiculous, adorably cocky show of sliding his hands down his chest and stomach before snagging the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly dragging them down. "This is the part where you'd be throwing money at me normally," he informed me just before the waistband got low enough for me to finally see him bare to me- his cock hard and straining and promising to fill me perfectly.

  At that thought, there even seemed to be a genuine hollowness deep inside, begging for fulfillment.

  My eyes slid slowly back up, catching the outlines of some of his tattoos before they found his face, his smile gone, his eyes heated. My fingers slid up his thigh and his lips parted as my palm curled around his cock and stroked him to the base. His air hissed out of him, urging me on, and I stroked upward again, sliding my thumb over the head and moving his wetness around.

  He took a slow, deep breath, seeking control as he reached outward toward the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. He took out the condom and ripped it open with his teeth. His hand covered mine for a second, squeezing tighter, doing one last stroke with me before pushing my hand away and protecting us.

  I reached up, pulling him down toward me, my back arching into his chest as it brushed mine. But I barely felt the pressure before his head cocked to the side and he declared oddly, "Nope."

  "Nope?" I asked, slow-blinking twice.

  "Yup, nope," he declared, lifting up and pulling me with him until we were both sitting, me straddling him. "Missionary is for love making. You and me, we're fucking tonight," he declared as his hand went to his cock and the other went to my hip, digging in hard and pulling downward, his cock gliding deep inside me. I dropped my hips, taking him in fully on a throaty moan. "Fuck me, Mina," he demanded, moving backward, his hands settling halfway up my thighs.

  And, well, with the desire a sharp, painful need deep inside, there was hardly even a pause before I started riding him- fast, but not overly rough. I half folded over him, planting my hands near his shoulders as one of his hands slid between us and pressed into my clit- just a firm pressure, but with my riding him, there was a perfect friction.

  And when my orgasm started building, making my movements more frantic and erratic, I lost his fingers as both his hands grabbed my arms right above the elbows and yanked them backward hard and fast, making my shoulders object, as he pinned them behind my back, planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting upward into me- hard, rough, making me take him as deep as my body would allow at a pace that was so demanding that my breath got strangled in my throat for a long minute before the orgasm tore through me almost violently.

  He didn't come with me though.

  I was still whimpering through the pulsations when he suddenly threw me onto my back and jumped off to the side of the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me until I was hanging off the end, then slamming back inside me as his arms hooked under my knees, holding them in the air as he pistoned into me with the same borderline brutal pace that had shattered me a mere moment before.

  His light eyes were on my face the entire time, his jaw tighter than usual, his lips parted slightly and there was the occasional hiss from between, a sound I found entirely too sexy.

  "No," he said when I felt my walls start to get tight again. Soon, way too soon. I wasn't the kind of woman who had orgasms that tripped into one another. I knew they existed, but was pretty sure they were about as common as men with eight inch long and cocks that were so thick that you couldn't close your hand around.

  But my body in that moment was trying to tell me that maybe, just maybe, the absence of it in the past possibly had less to do with me and more to do with my partners.

  But Renny, while capable of making it happen, wasn't going to allow it.

  Because right after he felt me tighten, he pulled out of me, dropped my legs, reached down to grab my hips, and rolled me onto my belly, then slammed in deep from behind and made me let out a loud moan that was, thankfully, muffled slightly by the sheets.

  But that, apparently, was not what Renny wanted. He wanted to hear me.

  Because his hands reached out and grabbed my wrists, yanked backward until I was standing, hanging
forward, my arms pinned back by his sides as he kept slamming into me. I bit into my lip, trying to keep the moans inside, but as his thrusts got harder, I was helpless to keep them in.

  "One more time," he ground out and I could hear the need for his own release heavy in his voice. "There," he said, slamming into me even harder as my walls tightened around him, as the orgasm started to crest. "Come," he demanded and then I did, crying out his name loudly enough to wake whoever might be in the rooms on either side of ours.

  My legs went wobbly and I would have collapsed forward had he not been holding my arms.

  He slammed deep on a growl, jerking his hips upward. One of his hands released my wrist and moved around my belly, pulling me upward until my back pressed into his front. His forehead hit my shoulder as he struggled to even out his breathing.

  "Fuck," he said a minute later, nipping my shoulder before he slowly slid out of me.

  Body spent and without him holding me up, I turned and collapsed down onto the edge of the bed, taking slow breaths as he disappeared into the bathroom for a long minute.

  I wasn't aware he had come back up until he was kneeling in front of me, his hand landing on my knee. The other moved up to my chin, snagging it and using it to pull my head up.

  "Don't you fucking dare be putting those guards back up," he demanded, eyes almost a little sad at the idea.

  I felt my lips tease up slightly, shaking my head. "I can't think clearly enough to do that," I admitted.

  He let out a low chuckle. "Halle-fucking-lujah," he said, slowly standing and sliding behind me onto the bed. "Come on," he demanded as I slowly turned and went to reach for the tee I had been wearing. He folded up quickly, yanking it out of my hand, and tossing it hard enough for it to land halfway across the bathroom floor. "You won't need that."

  I let out a half-laugh, suddenly feeling the urge to wrap my arm across my breasts, but fighting it. "I get cold at night," I tried, shaking my head at him.

  "Ninety-eight point six degrees over here," he said, cocking one arm behind his neck, the other hand patting his chest. "I'll keep you warm and toasty and if that isn't quite enough, I can think of other ways to warm you up."

  I scooted up the bed and over the covers and moved toward him, shaking my head. "I think I'm good for a week. Or month," I said, letting out a yawn as I settled on his chest.

  "Hate to break it to you, but now that the lid is off the honey pot, I got a taste for the goods. You might want to start power napping because I plan to fuck you silly at least twice a day from here until eternity."

  There was an undercurrent of seriousness to that that I felt thrill through my body, but I let out a small, quiet laugh as his arms slid around me. His lips pressed into the top of my head as he gave me a squeeze.

  "Sounds good," I admitted, smiling a little at the idea.

  "Rest up," he warned and my eyes slowly drifted closed, body beat, and mind, for once, not racing around and making it impossible to sleep.

  But I was startled awake all of an hour later, completely unsure what had caused my heart to slam into my throat as I shot up off Renny who shot up into a seated position.

  "The fuck was that?"

  "What was what?" I asked, hand over my heart that was slamming so hard it was starting to worry me.

  "Loud bang, honey," he said, scooting away from me and grabbing his pajama pants off the floor then moving across the room to grab a tee out of his dresser. "Get dressed," he said as he went into another drawer and pulled out a gun.

  I shot off the bed, more alert than I had ever been over the course of maybe ten seconds as I dragged the shirt onto my body and grabbed the leggings I had discarded earlier, yanking them up my legs as I went to my bag and found my own gun.

  When I turned back, Renny was pulling the door open, looking out into the hall and I could hear Lo's voice. "It's not here," she said, making my belly stop doing the twisting it had been. I put my gun on the bed and followed Renny into the hall as everyone seemed to be convening in the common room.

  Lo's phone rang as Repo flicked on the TV. Everyone was in various stages of dress- all the men in pajama pants and nothing else. Lo had on one of Cash's shirts and a pair of panties. Penny was in short shorts and a shirt that had obviously been hastily thrown on because it was backward and inside out. Summer and Maze were, I imagined, quieting whatever kids might have been woken from the sound.

  "Shit," Repo said as the news station reported an explosion. There wasn't anything for a long couple of minutes other than that report as the news, I imagined, scrambled to get someone on the scene. But the reporter in the studio held a finger to her ear as she claimed the police reported it was a controlled explosion in a residential neighborhood.

  "What, Mina?" Renny asked and I hadn't even noticed he had been staring at me.

  My gaze slid to his as it finally clicked, what Alex had said at Hailstorm, about how we all had agreed to keep Janie out of the loop.

  She, however, obviously had her own ideas on the matter.

  Because, though I had not the smallest bit of proof, I knew, I just knew who was behind the explosion.

  "I guess Janie found out about the Abruzzos," I told him and heard the conversation around us fall off at my declaration.

  "No fucking way," Reign said, shaking his head. "We all agreed."

  "Well, someone must not have," Lo said, waving her phone. "Digger said Jstorm disappeared earlier under the guise of Malcolm needing her for something and just came back about fifteen minutes ago and told him to tell me that she didn't appreciate being left out of the loop."

  "Shit," Reign said, shaking his head. "Anyone got a cup? Something to protect my balls? Bet she plans to fucking roast them on a hibachi."

  It was a weird, tense moment, but almost in unison, we all felt smiles pull at our lips, knowing it was the damn truth.

  Lo's phone started screaming again and she lifted it up to her ear. "Yeah? What did she... okay... yeah," she said, looking at Cash and then Reign. "Address? Got it."

  "Who was that?" Cash asked.

  "L. He said he got an email from Janie. It had Little Ricky's name and an address."

  Reign visibly tensed, prepared. It was the moment they had all been waiting for for months, but now that it was here, it was clear the weight of the meaning was pressing on them all- most especially Reign and Repo who had pregnant women to think of. But it didn't change anything. At the end of the day, they had a business and life to protect.

  They had to do what they had to do.

  "Me, Repo, Cash," he said, rattling off who he knew he could never keep at the compound even if he commanded it.

  "I have personal stake here," Duke reminded him, meaning the God-awful beating Penny had gone through.

  Reign looked around, torn, not wanting to leave the women and kids. "I'll take care of them," Renny said, voice firm. "And Mina is here and Lo. We can have half of Hailstorm here in half an hour too. Besides," he reasoned, "They won't even know who the so-called victims are for hours or even days. There's no way Ricky will even know what happened. And even if he did, there's no way he could get guys here faster than you can get there and take care of him once and for all. Don't worry about here. Worry about making those fuckers pay for what they did to us."

  I had never really gotten to see Renny the hot kind of angry. When he was lost in his head, it was a cold, detached sort of rage. This was not that. This was what it was like to see him enraged over the loss of his men, to be wild with the thirst for retribution, for blood. Even if he couldn't have it on his own hands.

  He didn't want to stay behind any more than the others did. But there was no way Reign would leave the compound without at least one of the men there. And he also knew that Duke had a grudge to settle and, perhaps, a better skill set for the job as well.

  I looked over at Lo, seeing something in her eyes that was all but foreign to her- worry. She had been running Hailstorm for a long time. She sent people off onto dangerous missions all the
time, knowing damn well there was always a chance that someone might not come back.

  But this was different.

  She was watching Cash go on such a mission.

  And as hard as Lo could be at times, everyone knew that Cash was her sun and moon and universe. He was her happily ever after, her alpha hero from all the romances she had been devouring for ages.

  Even the chance of losing him was scaring the hell out of her.

  As if sensing that, Cash moved forward, snagging her arms and backing her up against the wall, dipping his head down toward her ear and whispering something.

  Reign and Repo shared a knowing look, the two being the only ones with pregnant women and young kids to worry about, then they moved almost in unison down into the hallway to give their wives the news.

  Penny slid down from her perch on the arm of the couch and onto Duke's lap, tucking her head under his chin as his arms wrapped her up tight.

  It was a heady mix of emotions in the room- the strong, vibrating adrenaline, the thirst for revenge, and the almost oppressive weight of sadness and worry.

  My gaze slid to Renny to find him already looking at me, his eyes knowing, like he knew exactly what I was feeling.

  There was a strong, almost overpowering urge to go to him, to feel his arms slide around me. He wasn't leaving and we were new, but I could only imagine how Summer, Lo, Maze, and Penny felt. And my heart hurt for them.

  But just when the urge was almost too overpowering to fight anymore, there was a loud slamming sound from the back of the building.

  Renny's lips quirked up. "Puppies got spooked," he said, sounding amused. "Guess we gotta go let them out so they don't pee the floor."

  With that, he moved to go to do just that.

  Feeling like I was intruding on private moments going on in the common room, I followed him, stepping inside the room as he did.

  "What's going on?" Reeve asked.

  "What's with the gun?" Cyrus said almost at the same time.

  "What do you need from us?" was what came from Lazarus, making my gaze slide to him, finding him a little more tense than usual, his hands curled into fists at his side- ready, prepared. It must have been how he looked right before a fight.