Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1)

by Blue Remy

  “Whose pussy, Raven?” She answers with a moan. I pull out and she groans in frustration. “I said, whose pussy?” I press the head of my dick on her clit, waiting for my answer.

  “Yours!”

  I insert the head, watching her writhe in impatience. “Who?”

  “Gage!” she shouts. “Gage Hunter!”

  “Mine,” I growl as I sink deep.

  “Yes!”

  She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in to her. I wasn’t expecting it but I feel her coming again. I can’t help it. I come, too, shouting her name. Leaning over her, I hang my head, trying to calm my body. She snakes her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. I take her lips, savoring her taste. She gives as good as she gets, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I break away, resting my forehead to hers.

  “Babe, you’re gonna make me late.”

  “Yeah, but wasn’t it worth it?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  I walk to the bathroom to the sound of her laughter. A man could use a send-off like that every morning.

  After I shower and dress, I find her in the kitchen, breakfast waiting for me on the table.

  “I have the best fucking old lady in the world.”

  “Yeah?” She giggles. “I’m open to accepting sexual favors as gratitude.”

  “Deal.” I chuckle as I sit at the table, dropping the duffle at my feet.

  I hurry, knowing the guys will be here soon. Raven sits quietly across from me, having cereal. When I’m done, I take my plate to the sink. I turn around and Raven is on the table, untying the bow on her robe.

  “Babe… I gotta go.”

  With a smirk, she removes her robe and tosses it to me. I catch it, watching as she spreads her legs wide.

  “Fuck. Me,” I mumble.

  “My pleasure.”

  Raven

  A horn blares, breaking us apart.

  “Let’s go, Reaper!” Dr. E shouts impatiently, making all the others laugh.

  I smile, pulling Gage back in for one last kiss. He moans, and then someone drags him away. I look beyond him and see Dr. E grinning from ear to ear.

  “You two aren’t even married yet and you’re in a constant honeymoon phase. Shit.”

  “Are you jealous, Dr. E? Maybe you should find yourself an old lady, too.”

  “I will, beautiful. Guess it’s just not my time yet.” He slaps Gage on the shoulder. “You ready now?”

  “Yeah, I’m ready.” Gage gives me one last peck on the lips then climbs on his bike. “I’ll call you later.”

  “’Kay.”

  I wave goodbye to the guys and blow a kiss to Gage. When they’re out of sight, I head back into the house. This place is huge and it feels so empty when I’m here alone. Looking around, I see as much of me, as there is of Gage. He’s hung a few of my drawings on the walls, and I helped to pick out all the furniture. You can see “us” in every room. It truly is our home. I clean the kitchen, shower, and then grab my phone to call Chrissy.

  “Hey, Ray.”

  “What you doin’?” I ask.

  “Nothin’.”

  “I’m pretty sure you already know, but I’m here by my lonesome for a few days.”

  “Yeah. Ron told me he’s on bodyguard duty.”

  “You have to come stay with me. I’ll go crazy if you don’t.”

  She giggles. “Well, when you put it like that….”

  “Ron will be here,” I tease. “You guys can stay in one of the downstairs bedrooms, you know, so you don’t traumatize me again.”

  “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Fine.” She sighs. “I guess it will be nice to spend an entire night with him for a change.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “Other than that night after the concert, no. My dad would kill me if I stayed at the clubhouse, and I can’t exactly take him home. He lives with his older sister and she hates me so I don’t stick around there for too long.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m leaving for school soon so I’m trying to spend as much time with him as I can, but he’s always busy.”

  “Well, like you said, he’s on bodyguard duty. He’ll be sticking to me like glue, so you just have to do the same.”

  “And be the third wheel?”

  “I don’t need to leave the house. And it’s a big house. You won’t even know I’m here.”

  “I love you, you know that?”

  “Of course,” I giggle. “I’m quite lovable.”

  “I’m on my way. See you in a few.”

  “’Kay.”

  Retrieving my Kindle, I curl up under the blanket and get ready for Dominic once more. I place Gage’s pillow on top of mine and lie back. I try to concentrate on my book but I can’t; not with his scent wafting up from his pillow. It’s compounded by the fact that I know he won’t be home tonight. Fuck. I miss him already. What am I going to do when I go to Miami to visit Laurelyn? That’s going to be a long ass week. Reaching for my phone once more, I send him a text.

  Raven: Distance is temporary, but our love is permanent – Unknown.

  He doesn’t reply, but then again, I didn’t expect him to. I probably won’t hear from him until he gets to Jacksonville, or at least makes a stop. Instead of returning to my book, I run downstairs to my art room. I’ve been trying to work on a gift for Gage and this is the perfect time to get it done.

  A few hours later, Ron, Chrissy, and Booker arrive together. While the guys check whatever it is Gage told them to, Chrissy and I head upstairs to the bedroom. She gives me a hesitant stare as I climb into bed.

  “What?”

  “Have you changed the sheets or will I be rolling around in Rage juice?”

  “Eww! That’s nasty.”

  “I’m just sayin’.”

  Despite my reaction, I fetch clean sheets and start stripping the old ones. She helps me make the bed but I stop her before she can change Gage’s pillow case.

  “Don’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Smell it.”

  She raises her brows in apprehension. “This isn’t like those ‘pull my finger’ things is it?”

  “No!” I giggle. “Just smell it.”

  She slowly brings the pillow to her nose and takes a careful sniff. Then, she smiles.

  “His pillow?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Gotcha.”

  She tosses it to my side and we hop on to the bed.

  “So, what’s the scoop? You knocked up yet?”

  My playful demeanor disappears and I turn away from her. What do I say? How about the truth for once?

  “No… and it’s all my fault.”

  “What? How do you know? Have you seen a doctor?”

  “No. I did… I’m doing….”

  The words die on my tongue as I burst into tears. Chrissy scoots closer, wrapping her arms around me. How much longer can I keep this up before Gage finds out? What will happen when he does? I know what will happen, and that’s what scares me to death.

  “It’s me, Chrissy.”

  “You don’t know that. You’re young. It could be Papi Chulo.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Well maybe you should take his advice and go see a doctor.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  “Then explain it to me,” she begs.

  But I can’t. I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. I cry into her shoulder, sobs racking my body. He can’t find out. If he does, then it’s over. I’ll lose him. And if that happens, I lose everything.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Gage

  We stop at one of the rest areas on I-75, and I check my phones. There are a few on the burner from Mission—the president in Jacksonville—that I answer first. The whole point of going down there is to help him. Somehow, their warehouse where they store the pain meds was compromised. With the system Tek installed, that should have never happened. They lost a big
chunk of their supply, which affects my chapter, too. After shit went down with the Black Snakes, I brokered a deal between Mission and Ace, the Snakes’ president. Jacksonville supplies the meds, the Snakes distribute in Mississippi, and Georgia gets sixty percent of the profits for two years. After what his boys did, Ace is lucky I didn’t kill him and his entire club. He got off easy.

  There are two messages on my personal phone—one from Charger that he’s in place, and the other from my baby doll. I read hers with a smile. I fucking love this woman.

  Gage: Distance means nothing, because you are everything – Gage Hunter.

  Raven: That was beautiful! I miss you.

  Before I can reply, another text comes in.

  Raven: P.S. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. Come home.

  Gage: I’ll be home soon.

  “You’re such a fucking lovesick puppy,” E says as he approaches. “Come on, man. Let’s go.”

  “Maybe Raven was right. You jealous, bro?”

  “Dickhead. We gotta get back on the road.”

  I laugh as I swing my leg over my bike. I think I need to get E laid.

  ***

  I walk around the almost empty warehouse, shaking my head. The fuckers not only stole the merchandise, they trashed the place. I called Ace and he said he’d come down with a few of his boys tomorrow. I still have no idea how the fuck this happened.

  “Whoever it was, took out the cameras,” Mission says next to me. “I haven’t told anyone else, but that fingerprint scanner your boy installed? Says it was Thorn who entered that night.”

  “Your VP? Where is he?”

  “No clue. Been MIA since the day before the break-in.”

  “No leads on where he could be?” I ask.

  “Got some of the guys looking into it but nothin’ yet.”

  “Okay, Mission. Keep looking.”

  I pat his shoulder and make my way over to Tek, who’s bent over his laptop as usual. His brows are furrowed in concentration, and his tongue is fiddling with his left labret piercing. Motherfucker got two of them a few months back. “Snake bites” he calls them.

  “Talk to me, Tek.”

  “Well, they did take out the cameras. Just not the important ones.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, lowering my voice and moving next to him so I can see the screen.

  “Most of the cameras I put up were for show. I have four hidden outside; front, back, and both sides. I also put a few on the inside. I’m the only one with access to those.”

  “So you caught everything?” I ask optimistically.

  “Yep,” he answers with a smug grin.

  “Brother, every day I get more and more grateful for your paranoia.”

  He brings up the video and we watch as a masked figure goes around the building, shooting out the cameras. When he’s done, six other masked men show up.

  “Zoom in,” I tell Tek when I notice one of them removing an object from a messenger bag.

  Fuck. It’s a motherfucking hand. If Mission finds Thorn, I doubt he’ll be alive. Too bad. He was a good man. The men on the monitor use the hand to get in, and shoot out the interior cameras. A box truck backs up to the entrance and they start packing it up. They couldn’t have been here for more than ten minutes—in and out.

  “You get the plates on the truck?” I ask.

  “Yep.”

  “Good. Work your magic. I’m gonna go talk to Mission.”

  Mission isn’t too happy with the news I give him. He’s upset about his VP, but also because he didn’t know about the other cameras.

  “I didn’t know either, man. But that’s why Tek handles all my security issues. The way they moved, they knew exactly where those cameras were. I think they may have tortured your guy before cutting his hand off.”

  He winces, clenching his fists at his side. “They’re gonna pay for this, Reaper.”

  “Of course. That’s why I’m here. We need to find another warehouse, too.”

  “I got eyes on a place. I’ll talk to the owner in the morning.”

  “Good.”

  “Boss!” Tek shouts from across the room. “Got something!”

  “Already? That boy’s not good; he’s amazing,” Mission says, impressed.

  “Told you. He’s the best.”

  We both head over to where Tek is set up, and he starts reeling off what he found.

  “Truck is registered to a shell corporation. Lots of legal shit but I tracked it back to Hector Ramirez. Wannabe drug kingpin from Miami. Seems he’s looking to expand and is taking out all the competition. I got a traffic cam putting him in the area two days ago.”

  “What’s his set-up like?” I ask.

  “Didn’t find much else but I have a guy I can call to find out more.”

  “Make the call.”

  He nods and walks away, punching numbers on his phone. I catch myself yawning, realizing just how tired I am. I guess that ride took its toll on me. Checking my watch, I see it’s 1:22 a.m.

  “Come on,” Mission squeezes my shoulder. “Let’s get you back to the clubhouse so you can get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow’s gonna be a busy day.”

  It’s after two when we arrive. Mission likes his privacy, and this place is an old estate—not another house around for miles. It belonged to his old lady’s agoraphobic uncle, and is surrounded by twelve-foot high walls, and gates that would take a tanker to get through. When the man died, his niece was the only family he had, so the property went to her. She sold it to the MC for pennies on the dollar, and Mission had his perfect clubhouse. I lock the door to my room and take a quick shower before dropping into the huge bed. They didn’t change much of the décor, so the place looks more like a hotel, with four poster beds and paintings on the wall.

  I reach for my phone and dial Raven, needing to hear her voice before I go to sleep.

  “Hello.”

  “Babe.”

  “Hi.”

  “Did I wake you?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  This is not the Raven I know—monosyllabic answers and gloomy voice. She hasn’t sounded like this since after she was attacked. Something’s wrong.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Raven. Tell me.”

  “I just… I miss you. That’s all.”

  “I’ll be home soon, babe.”

  “’Kay. Do you miss me?”

  “Wish you were here. This big bed feels kinda cold.”

  “Is that all you miss me for? My warmth?”

  “Among other things.”

  I hear a soft giggle at the other end and settle in under the covers. The sound, along with the thought of her there in my bed, makes me instantly hard.

  “What are you wearing?”

  “One of your T-shirts.”

  Fuck. “What else?”

  “Just panties.”

  Her breathing gets ragged, and I grab my dick through my sweats. Suddenly, I’m not so tired.

  “Take them off.”

  “Everything?” she asks.

  “Just the panties.”

  I hear her fumbling around, and I head to the bathroom, grabbing some tissue.

  “They’re off.”

  “Touch yourself for me. Use my shirt.”

  I climb back under the covers, releasing my dick when I hear the first moan. I stroke it slowly, picturing her legs spread wide, my shirt rubbing her clit.

  “Tell me what you’re doing, baby doll. Draw a picture for me.”

  “Just like you taught me…” She draws a sharp breath. “Circles on my clit.”

  “Good girl.” I know how much she loves it when I say that, and it has the desired effect. She lets out a long moan. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You.”

  “Gotta be more specific, doll. What do you want me to do?”

  “Lick me,” she whispers.

  “Where?” I stroke fa
ster, closing my eyes and thinking about her taste.

  “You know where.”

  “Say it,” I command.

  “My pussy. Lick my pussy, Gage,” she says in a soft voice.

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me. I just want to bury my head between your thighs and never come up for air.”

  “Gage….”

  My breathing accelerates as her moans grow louder. If she keeps it up, I won’t last much longer.

  “Tell me how wet you are.”

  “So wet… Your shirt is soaked.”

  “Fuck, babe. Slide your middle finger inside. Tell me —”

  There’s a knock on my door and I swear I would put a million voodoo curses on the motherfucker if I knew how.

  “I’ll be right back, Raven. Don’t finish without me.”

  I tuck my dick back into my sweats and open the door, using it to hide my erection. Motherfucking Tek. I swear this man never sleeps.

  “What’s up, Tek?”

  “Ramirez has a cook shop in the Glades, and a spot in Miami for storage. He has a tight knit group. His closest guys are up here with him. Everyone else is disposable.”

  “Good job. I’ll talk to Mission and Ace in the morning and work out a plan.”

  “Okay, boss.”

  “Get some sleep, Tek.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, boss.”

  I lock the door and head back to the bed, picking up my phone.

  “Babe?” She doesn’t answer, but I know she’s there. “What did you do?”

  “I…” she begins timidly. “I finished.”

  “I told you not to.”

  “I know. I just… I couldn’t stop.”

  “You’ve been jonesing for a spanking and trust me, you just earned one.”

  She giggles. Fucking giggles! My fingers twitch. It’s been too long since I’ve seen my palm printed on her ass.

  “Close your eyes,” she whispers.

  “Why?”

  “Please?”

  With a deep sigh, I give in. “Fine.”

  “Now, imagine I’m there. I’m on top of you… naked.”