by SL Schiefer
“What’s your fantasy?” I whisper into the quiet air.
His fingers pause for a few beats before he picks back up with his previous rhythm. “I don’t have any,” he breaths into my neck. Placing gentle kisses in a path up to my ear, he asks, “What are yours?”
“Oh no, you don’t!” I say playfully as I push him onto his back and mount him, my hands grasping his wrists and pushing them into the bed next to his head. Leaning down until our faces our barely apart, I say, “Everyone has fantasies. Or at least one. What’s yours?”
He frowns, looking thoughtfully at me as if he’s racking his brain for a response.
“I don’t have one, Angel.”
“Did you ever?”
“Yeah, but I’ve already done them.”
“Oh,” I say meekly. I can’t help but feel a bit defeated that I’ll never be able to make any of his fantasies or dreams come true. I have plenty, and I know if I asked, Gunner would make them happen. It sucks knowing I’ll never be able to do that for him.
“What’s wrong? Why the sad face all of a sudden?” He pulls his wrists from my grasp and frames my face with his hands as he pushes my hair out of the way.
“Nothing.”
“You want me to be honest with you, you need to do the same.”
Touché. Averting my eyes from him, I whisper, “I just…I don’t know. I wanted to be able to make one of them come true.” Why do I all of a sudden feel nervous about having this conversation with him?
“Angel,” he says softly. “Look at me.” I bring my eyes back to him and my heart stops. He’s so damn beautiful. And sexy. His tanned skin, strong jaw, beautiful, dark brown eyes, and a shadow of hair peeking through his unshaven face all cause need to clench in my core, and I no longer want to talk about fantasies. I want to satisfy my craving. I start to grind against him and watch as his eyes roll up, a groan escaping from his chest. His hands move from my face to my breasts to my hips. Applying pressure to still my movements, he says my name again, “Angel. You are a dream come true. The fantasies I had were juvenile, and thankfully part of my past. You are the fantasy of my future.”
I can’t help but smile as I lean down and press my lips to his. My tongue seeks access to his mouth but is denied.
“What are your fantasies?” he breaths into my mouth.
Ugh. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have more important things on my mind now,” I smirk. I try to move my hips to feel that delicious shiver that comes from him pressing into me, but his grip tightens, holding me still.
“Angel,” he growls.
“Gunner,” I mock.
“Answer me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to talk anymore.” Smiling, I sit up, still mounting his body. To prove my point, I throw my head back and allow my hands to roam freely from my knees, slowly up my stomach, until they are fondling my breasts. As his grip gets harder, I bring my head back down to watch him watch me. His eyes become dreamy, his mouth falling slack as I tease my nipples, slightly pinching until they become tight buds.
When I try to rotate my hips down on him again, he doesn’t let me, so I raise up onto my knees until my pussy isn’t touching his body at all. Keeping one hand on my chest, my other travels down and dips inside, swirling around before bringing it to my clit. I bite my lip to suppress a moan as I circle it with pressure.
“God damn, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, his voice rough.
My head falls back as my fingers work my core, my breathing growing more erratic as I recall how Gunner owned my body, playing it like a finely tuned instrument. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be nervous about doing what I’m doing in front of him right now. Every guy I’ve been with was a missionary man who I faked every orgasm with. I’m used to fucking myself to get off, it’s normal for me. But doing something so private with an audience is completely erotic and definitely a huge turn on. This is probably the first time I don’t mind doing myself.
I feel the bed move under me, but I’m too far lost in the sensations coursing through me. My back arches as the wet heat from Gunner’s mouth latches on to my neglected breast. My fingers continue to work my pussy, alternating between a deep fuck to a rapid flicker of my finger over my clit. My hips hump the air involuntarily as Gunner replaces my hand with his on my other tit.
“You’re so fucking hot. So perfect. Are you going to come by your own hand?” he asks gruffly. His teeth nip at my sensitive flesh, causing me to cry out. I mumble a “Mmhmm” as I pick up speed.
“Gunner,” I moan.
“What are you picturing right now with your pretty eyes closed, Angel? Are you imaging the fingers you’re fucking are mine?”
Gasping and moaning, all I can do is nod. His hand snakes into my hair at the nape, pulling just enough to bite without real pain. The sensation causes my core to clench.
“Oh! God…”
“You like it rough, don’t you, Angel?”
“Fuck.”
Pulling my hair, he moves my head from looking at the ceiling to look at him. I watch as his tongue and teeth deliciously snack on my nipple, his hand massaging me. My fingers apply more pressure and my legs begin to shake.
“What did you see?” he asks again.
Closing my eyes again, I go back to envisioning. “You’re… mmm… taking me. On. The hood. Fuck…of Kate.”
A scream erupts from my throat as a fire spreads deep from my center, spreading like wildfire to lick every inch of my body.
“That’s it. Let go, Raven. Fuck! That’s so fucking hot,” he proclaims as I ride out the burn, fucking my fingers hard.
He peppers open-mouthed kisses along my chest, slowly up my neck. Pulling my fingers from me, he brings my hand to his mouth and slowly sucks every drop of my juices off. Once clean, he wraps his arms around me, pressing me tightly to his chest and lays back.
“That was amazing. Best show I’ve ever watched.”
“You’re telling me.”
“You like being watched?”
“By you? Yeah,” I sigh against his chest.
We’re both quiet for a while. I’m enjoying the blissful peacefulness after such an amazing orgasm as he traces circles on my back.
“So you have a thing for being taken on Kate, huh?” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“I’ve always wanted to be with a man who could make me forget the world existed. Dominant in a way, I guess.”
“Like, you want to be a submissive?”
“Not exactly.” I shake my head, placing my chin on my hand to look up at him. “I’ve never had an orgasm without having to do it myself. Every guy was selfish and… boring? Or maybe just inexperienced? I’m not sure. But being with someone who knows what he’s doing, and knows how to work my body, who takes control and makes me forget how to even think… it’s fucking amazing. The idea of you fucking me like our lives depend on it, on the hood of Kate, would be a dream come true. God, I’m horny again just talking about it.”
“Well, that’s good, because right now all I want is to make you forget how to think.” He smiles mischievously.
***
Ugh. I’m so fucking tired today, but it was totally worth it. I’d relive it every night if I could.
Gunner drops Jazz and me off at work, promising me he’ll be there before we’re done to give us a ride back. He informs me Drill is already there, watching the area for anything that seems off.
With every step I take, I wish I would’ve stayed in Gunner’s bed. My muscles are tired and sore. Jazz is groaning, covering her eyes with her head.
“I feel like fucking death.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much,” I laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. Today better go better than yesterday,” she sneers. “I don’t think I can handle another day like yesterday.”
“Me, neither.”
“I don’t fucking like it, Luke, but what the hell do you want me to do?” D
ad’s angry voice carries through the shop to us in the back.
“I’m just sayin—“
“I know what you’re saying, I just—“
I was hoping to sneak in to hear more of what they’re talking about but Jazz lets the door slam shut behind her. She groans out in pain for what I’m sure is a jack hammer drilling on full speed in her head. I groan in annoyance at the intrusion of the conversation I wanted to hear.
Rounding the corner, Luke narrows his eyes at me before walking off and ducking his head into a Camaro. Okay, then.
“Morning, Dad,” I greet him as I walk past to head to the front to check the schedule for the day—full day to lose myself in.
“Morning, ladies,” Dad nods before sitting at his desk.
Jazz doesn’t speak a word; she just drops her ass down on the chair behind the front counter and plops her head onto her arms.
Well, this will be a great day.
***
I’ve finished work on two bikes, a Chevy pickup, and a Saturn. Now, I’m drooling over the 1970 Oldsmobile 442 I get to touch. As I start going over my checklist, I hear Luke muttering to himself, tossing tools carelessly around in one of the toolboxes littering our walls.
I’ve listened to his piss poor attitude all day, but now he’s ruining a beautiful experience.
“What the hell is your problem?” I snap, turning around to face him.
“I don’t believe I was talking to you, Raven,” he says harshly without even turning to look at me.
“I know you weren’t talking to me, but you’ve had a stick up your ass all day, Luke, and I’m tired of listening to your damn hissy fits.”
Hernardo, one of our part-time mechanics who generally keeps to himself, stops working and watches our exchange, nodding his head slightly. Malvin, our other part-timer, watches with a wide grin.
“Oh, this’ll be good,” he laughs.
I turn my narrow eyes at him, I snap, “Shut the fuck up, Malvin. Get your ass back to work.” Looking back at Luke, I raise a brow. “So?”
“So?” he mocks.
“Ooh, catty!” I tease. I walk over to him until we’re only inches apart. Lowering my voice so no one can hear me but him, I say, “Seriously, ol’ man. What’s up?”
He nods his head to the back door before giving me his back and walking out. Following him out, the door slamming shut behind me, I watch as he runs his hands through his hair before turning back toward me.
“What are you doing, Rave?”
What the hell is he talking about? “Well, I was about to work on a fucking beauty but someone has PMS today and is ruining that beautiful experience.”
“I mean with Mace. What the hell are you doing with him? Out of all the people in Detroit, you fall for a guy like him?” His voice is starting to rise and I can’t help but go on the defense.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You don’t even know him! And last time I checked, I was old enough to make my own damn decisions!” What the fuck? Who the hell is he to preach to me who I should and shouldn’t be with?
“I met him when he came in here. He’s no good for you, Rave! If you were ever going to trust me on anything, trust me now,” he pleads.
“Why didn’t you like him?”
“I just… didn’t. You deserve so much better, Raven.”
“You’re right,” I agree, nodding my head. “I always considered you family, Luke. Like a second Dad. Especially after Mom overdosed and Dad lost himself for a while. You were always there for me. I deserve to have you, my family, supporting me and my decisions. If you don’t like it, fine. But you better respect it. If you were ever going to trust me, Luke, it’s about this.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt. And I don’t want to watch your father fall apart if something were to ever happen to you… or even Jazz. I don’t think I could pull him out of that again, Rave, because I’ll be right down there with him.”
The sincerity in the tone of his words pulls at me. How can I stay mad at him if he’s genuinely just concerned? I step up to him and place a kiss to his cheek as I wrap my arms around his waist and gently squeeze.
“Thank you for being caring, Luke, but nothing will happen to me. Gunner won’t allow that to ever happen. I promise.”
“God, I hope you’re right,” he whispers into my hair. Pulling away, he looks into my eyes. “Promise me you’ll come to me if you ever need anything.”
Smiling, I nod my head. “I promise, ol’ man. Now get your ass back to work,” I joke.
A small smile cracks his face and I know we’re okay. As I make my way back to the beautiful machinery waiting for my attention, movement from my dad’s office window catches my eye. Turning to get a better look, there is a concerned expression on Dad’s face. In the chair sitting across from him is a man I recognize, and the one and only… Jake.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Eight – Mace
DO YOU KNOW what’s counterproductive when you’re having a meeting with a bunch of guys? Having it in the basement of a sex club.
I needed to go into the club to look over some paperwork and when I told Creep where I was going, he then told everyone else. That resulted in us hanging out in the room in the basement, trying to have a meeting about shipments.
But everyone is talking about the happenings of upstairs.
Sometimes, being around this many guys at a single time blows.
I slam my hand down on the table and just about everyone jumps. I inwardly smile. “Guys, dammit, we need to get something done in here. I know all you fuckers are horny and ready to get upstairs, but we have business we need to handle first.”
Grumbles of acknowledgement echo around the room.
“First, we need to talk about when our next shipment of coke is coming through. Who has that for me?”
Carver clears his throat to the right of me, “We were supposed to have one come in tonight from Detroit, but apparently these guys were warned off so we’re going to have to go pick it up ourselves. We need to decide when to go. Since we have everyone at the club do we go now and spread everyone thin, or do we wait a couple weeks to see if this shit with Jake blows over some?”
I bring my hand up to scratch my forehead. This shit with Jake is seriously starting to piss me off. He’s gotten in the way of so much shit.
“If we go now, how many guys do we need to send?” I ask Carver.
“If you can spare two of us and a couple prospects that should be sufficient.”
Looking around the room, I decide to run this decision by everyone. “Do you think it’s smart to send a couple of us at this time?”
From the corner of the room, Lucky stands up. When you imagine what a badass biker would look like, Lucky would be exactly what you imagine. He’s big, looks like he’s spent half his life in prison, and has tattoos covering just about all of his body, but he has the biggest heart you’ll ever find in a guy. The poor guy was just dealt a bad hand in life.
“What if we send five of the prospects and make this their initiation test?” Did I mention the dude usually has great ideas, too?
“You know what? That’s a great idea. We’ll know if they fuck this up they won’t be able to handle anything else we throw at them.” With that settled, I stand up from the chair. “Has anyone seen or spoken to my pops in the past couple days?”
I glance around to see everyone shaking their heads. “If someone sees him before I do, can you tell him to get hold of me? Apparently, my old man has completely forgotten how to use a phone.”
Speaking of phones, I pull mine out of my back pocket. Seeing I have a text from Raven, I slide the screen open to read it while I sit back down in my chair.
Angel: Are you busy?
Me: We’re in the middle of a meeting. Is everything okay?
I feel like in any situation where you have to ask if everything is okay you should automatically get yourself ready for disappointment. While I wait for her to text back, I place my phone on t
he table in front of me. That way I can see it the minute she texts back.
I look back up to see almost everyone in the room is staring at me, all of them with knowing smiles on their faces.
“You all can fuck off,” I grit out. It’s as simple as that.
Creep is the only one brave enough to say anything. “What’s Raven doing? Shouldn’t she be working?”
“I don’t know. If she’s not at work and Drill isn’t with her, I’m going to kick his ass and then punish hers.”
“Don’t worry about her so much. I think you found the only woman in Detroit who could scare most men. She can take care of herself.”
My response to him is to flip him off. “Let’s not talk about her. Let’s get back to business. We lost Anders as a runner. Don’t ask, but we’re going to need to find someone to come in and take his place. Maybe a couple people. Find some customers of his and feel them out. See if any of them are desperate enough to fall into this.”
After figuring out who is going to go out and start stalking some customers, I grab my phone and dismiss the guys. Most of them ran out the second I said we were done, and I know exactly where they’re heading.
Looking at my phone, I see Raven hasn’t texted me back yet, so I decide to call her, needing to make sure she’s okay.
When she answers, I say, “You know, when someone asks if you’re okay that person will automatically start to assume something is wrong.”
“I know. I’m sorry, I got lost in a car for a minute, but everything’s fine. Did you get your business all sorted?” She sounds almost nervous.
“Yeah, everything’s done. What do you say we go back to my house tonight? Get away from the club for a night. Just you and me, and of course, Drill will be outside.”
Her laugh carries through the phone. “You’re going to make the poor guy sleep outside in his car?”
“I mean, unless you want him to hear you screaming, I think it’s best if he stays outside.”
“I think you may be on to something there.”
