Bound by Ravage

by Ryan Michele

  The sight before me is straight out of a porn movie, guess they started early out here. Two women lay on a picnic table, their skirts around their waist while brothers from another chapter have their heads between their thighs. Over against the fence a man has a woman pressed tight against it pounding her relentlessly, his bare ass there for all to see.

  Others stand around watching the action unfold before them. Nothing like live porn. I walk towards the garage, the dark night lit up by all of the tall lights the guys have installed.

  I breathe in and out. A large boulder sits on the edge of the building. When I worked here we used it as a block from backing into the corner of the building. I sit on it just watching all the people.

  Seeing her flooded me with too many memories that I want to keep locked down deep. G.T. says he forgives me about Mia and now it’s my turn to forgive him for lying. The heartache is still there, but I need to move away from it.

  When I first saw her, I had this strong urge to march over to the bitch, pull her hair and beat the shit out of her. She after all, she was touching my man. Only one thing stopped me. He’s not really my man.

  Being in the club life, you learn that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Such is life. I’m still not sure that G.T. wants me as his and his only. He knows that I will not sleep with any other brother, ever. But he’s never talked about commitment or monogamy, only that I’m his girl. As far as I know, he could have pieces on the side, but I choose to believe that he doesn’t. That he only has eyes for me. But until he puts a ring on my finger or leather on my back, he is not mine and if I demand that, it will turn him off. I’ve seen it happen to women before.

  Grunting from behind me tells me I’m not alone. When a woman screams and a man growls, the noises stop. A few moments later a short little blonde with a very short skirt that she’s trying to pull down and not doing successfully, steps from the corner of the building. She smirks at me and keeps going. She tries running her hands through her hair but isn’t having much luck.

  “Hey.” Tug’s voice comes from behind me as he’s buckling his belt.

  “Hey back at ya.” I point to the girl. “She’s cute.”

  He shrugs his shoulders and stands next to me, his hair a disheveled mess, but the smile on his face is glowing. “She got the job done.” He laughs.

  “Whatever. To each their own.” I wave my hand.

  “What are you doing all the way out here? Where’s G.T? The girls?” His eyes narrow a bit. “It’s not safe for you to be out here all by yourself girl. You know that.”

  I wave my hand. “Most of these men know me or Bam and they see me with G.T.”

  “But no rag babe. Remember that. Always remember that.”

  The words hit me in the gut. “I know.” I whisper.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Just needed some air, it was getting thick in there.” I smile looking out at the courtyard and all the people.

  “I imagine it’s been a hell of a day for ya.” He sits down on the boulder next to me, I move over a bit to make room.

  “Yeah. Very unexpected that’s for sure.” He places his hand over mine, as mine rests on my knee and squeezes.

  “You know you could have called me about Mia.” I turn to his face and see the concern in his eyes.

  “I wanted to. But you would have told Princess or G.T., and at the time I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t tell anyone, Tug.”

  “You should have told me. I would have been there for you.”

  “No. She should have told me and I would have been there for her.” G.T.’s voice makes me jump.

  “Hey.” I say looking up at him, his face lined with fury and rage, but he’s not looking at me. I follow his line of sight and it’s Tug’s hand on mine. I pull slightly away, not wanting to cause any trouble and by the look on his face, there is trouble.

  His eyes move to Tug. “You and me. Meet me in the ring in thirty minutes.”

  I jump from the rock stepping in front of G.T. “It was nothing. There is no need to fight, G.T.”

  His eyes do not meet mine but stay focused on Tug. “Fine.” Tug says, reaching for my arm. “You gonna be okay?” He asks causing a deep growl from G.T.

  “I’m fine, but no fighting.” I say directed to both of them.

  “It’s a long time coming Casey. Long time.” Tug says moving away from us.

  I look up at G.T. “You can’t fight him. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “He’s out here alone, with you in the dark, holding your hand.” Rage pours off of him and the vein in his neck begins to pulse and tick.

  “Tug saw me sitting here and we were just talking, that’s it.” For some unknown reason, I feel like I have to defend myself here and plead with him at the same time.

  “Everyone here knows you’re my girl. Mine. No one touches you.”

  I step toe-to-toe with him and look him dead in the eye. “Guess I could say the same thing for you, huh?”

  “I knew this was about her. She means nothing. I’ve already told you that.”

  I sigh softly. “I know. It’s just not the right day for her to show up, today of all days.”

  “You have nothing to worry about.” I close my eyes and tilt my head up to the sky. Nothing to worry about. Sure. It must be the booze that’s given me a kick in the ass, but I start to laugh. Full out laugh at his words. “What the fuck are you laughing about?”

  “You’re not exactly known for keeping your dick in your pants, G.T.”

  He pulls me close, our bodies colliding together with an uphf. “I have not had another pussy since you came back in my life. Didn’t want it. You are mine, Casey. Mine. That means I will put a ring on your finger and leather on your back. You will come home to me every day and wake up with my arms around you every morning. I allow no man to touch you, especially some Prospect, who is trying to become a brother in this club. Rules Casey. He will learn them tonight.”

  I stand there speechless staring into his eyes letting all the words he just said seep into my soul. Then the dread of the threat about Tug claws its way through and I can’t breathe. I don’t want him hurt, but I know this is the way. If there is a dispute, you settle it in the ring, and then hopefully it will be done with and laid to rest.

  “You will be front and center for it, Angel. I want to see you the entire time I’m in there.” I want to question if he is well enough to get in the ring. I know he’s been cleared by Doc, but for fighting, I’m not so sure. But I will not question him, I just nod my head.

  His lips collide with mine, not seeking permission, but demanding, taking. G.T.’s tongue swipes my bottom lip and I open instantly for him as he plunges in. He tastes of beer and smokes and I can’t get enough. My arms pull his t-shirt urging him closer to me even though the air is having difficulty finding space between us. Our lips move in perfect sync, my body igniting with want and need.

  His hand inches to the button and zipper of my jeans, undoing them. His hand slowly drifts down under my panties to my sopping pussy. “I love how wet you are for me, Angel.”

  I moan as he inserts one finger at a time into my body moving them with total precision, playing my body for all its worth. His lips continue to devour mine and sparks begin to take over my body. G.T.’s lips silence my cries.

  My breathing is ragged and difficult to control. I reach down to his pants and massage his fully erect dick through his pants. His hand reaches out and stops my movement. I look up at him in wonder. “After I fight. You’re mine.” He takes my hand and pulls it around his body.

  “You don’t want me to relieve you now?” I ask batting my eyes.

  “Yeah babe. I do. But, you’ve wound me up, now I’m ready to get in there.” Dread washes over me as he points to the ring. I do not want Tug hurt.

  Bella reaches over and grasps my hand tight. “You okay?”

  “No. Not at all.” G.T. is in the middle of the ring bouncing up and down, his hands taped up for a fight. His t
-shirt and rag are off showing his cut abs and hot as hell back tat. I stand behind him because he’s my guy, but it doesn’t mean I have to like what these two are about to do.

  Tug stands on the other side of the ring, hands taped bouncing just like G.T. There are so many differences between the two men though. Where G.T. is sure, confident and knowing, Tug is slightly unsure and his confidence is waning. G.T.’s size next to Tug is the other variable. Tug has a good four inches in height, but bulk wise they seem to be a good match. I do not want to stand here and watch this. Nothing good can come out of it.

  Dagger is center and proclaims he will officiate, which stuns me at first. Normally this is not heard of, but for some reason unknown to me it is being done tonight. Rhys rings the side bell and they join together in the middle. Both of my hands are laced with small female hands, Bella and Harlow on each side of me. I squeeze them, needing some type of reassurance.

  G.T. moves side to side. “Come on asshole. Show me how tough a man you really are.” G.T. goads.

  “Ask your girl how much of a man I am.” Tug says back and G.T. charges. I cringe and shut my eyes. Grunts, heavy breathing, flesh hitting flesh, continue for what feels like forever. I open one eye softly only to see blood pouring out of both G.T. and Tugs faces. I close them again. This shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t stop it. Whatever this shit is, they need to work it out.

  A loud thud makes my eyes fly open, both G.T. and Tug are wobbling on their feet, neither giving up and all I want is for this to be over.

  “Time!” Dagger calls. G.T. turns looking at me with a huge smile on his face, blood dripping everywhere. He turns back to Tug opening his arms, Tug does the same. They embrace in one of the sexiest man hugs I’ve ever seen. Both men covered in sweat and blood, who’d have thought.

  And just like that, whatever shit they were pissed about is done. Over. Finished. I sigh with relief; at least they are both walking out of there alive.

  “Casey, get your ass up here!” Dagger yells loud and I look at Princess with the expression, do I go?

  “Go.” She says letting go of my hand, Bella squeezes and let’s go too. I make my way up the small steps into the ring and stand in front of the two men. I smile softly at them both, but walk over to G.T. The cuts on his face really aren’t bad, they look worse because of the sweat rolling down his face mixed with the blood.

  “Come here, Angel.” He reaches out and pulls me to him, crashing his lips to mine in the middle of the ring. Cheers and hollers are probably being heard for miles, but my body melts into his ignoring everything and everyone around. My arms wrap around his neck, his sweaty body presses to mine. My breathing accelerates as does my heart. He pulls away looking into my eyes.

  “Now there’s no doubt you are mine.” G.T. says and I smile softly.

  “I love you.” I whisper. He sweeps me off my feet carrying me out of the ring, through the clubhouse and into his room, not saying a word to anyone.

  15

  GT

  I need her, right now. I kick the door shut with my foot quickly reaching down to lock it and stride over to the bed. My lips lock with hers and I move her body so her legs are wrapped around my waist and her hands are now pressed against my face. My hands cup her ass and hold her tight to me.

  Her breathing is labored and her heart is pounding through her chest, I can feel it as her heart collides with mine through our shirts. My hunger for her grows to the point of uncontrollable desire. “I need inside you now.” I growl pulling away and setting her down. “Clothes off. On the bed, hands and knees.” A smirk plays on her lips as she quickly complies pulling her shirt over her head and her jeans down her legs. She stands in black lace, hand on her hip staring at me intently. “I said all of it. Now.”

  “G.T. let me clean you up first.” She says breathlessly.

  “No.” I rip the tape off of my hands and grab a shirt off the floor wiping my face with it. Clean up will have to wait, she watches me with wide eyes. I quirk my eyebrow. Waiting.

  She slowly reaches behind her back unlatching her bra, the cups fall to the ground revealing her beautiful tits. The hard points of her nipples are just waiting to be sucked and played with. She turns around and glides her panties down her legs bending at the waist giving me a great view of her ass and pussy. “You’re ready for me. Come here.” I command finishing the removal of my clothes.

  My lips claim hers and Angel dissolves into the kiss. I abruptly pull away. “Hands and knees.” She slowly climbs on the bed and sticks her delectable ass up in the air. I bend down behind her and bury my face in her pussy. Her taste invades my mouth and my dick grows painfully hard. Her sweetness coats my tongue and her ass moves from side to side and in small circles, her gasps and mews, music to my ears.

  I place one finger at her entrance and tease her, only sticking a small bit in at a time. I smile when her fluid trickles out of her pussy. She pushes back trying to get my finger deeper inside of her and I pull out completely taking my tongue away too. Her head whips around staring at me with hooded eyes.

  “Who’s in charge, Angel?” Her head drops.

  “You.”

  “That’s right.” I slap her right ass cheek with enough force to leave a small red mark, but not enough to hurt. Her body rocks back and forth. My tongue moves back to her luscious pussy, diving deep, along with my index finger moving it just enough to find that special spot inside and I rub.

  She tightens around my finger and I pull back licking her pussy, but staying away from her clit. She moans and her head falls down to the pillows on the bed. I pull completely away then plunge my dick fully inside of her in one thrust, her back arches off the bed. I place my hand on the center of her back pushing her back down. “Oh God…” she moans.

  “No… G.T. baby.” I smirk and start moving in and out of her tight pussy, her juices covering every inch of me. I watch myself glide in and it sends electricity coursing through my veins. My spine comes to awareness and my balls draw up tight. I don’t hold back. I can’t. Each thrust deeper and harder than the next. Each one feels like I’m trying to climb inside Angel’s body and never escape. And right now, that’s exactly what I want to do.

  My hand reaches around to her clit and I rub it methodically and strong. Angel tightens around me and screams my name loud enough to shake the walls. Sweat trickles down my back falling into the crack of my ass and I become relentless. Each thrust tears any self-control I had away.

  “Come again.” I say flicking my fingers on her clit continually.

  She moans and just like that, detonates clenching around my dick. Two more rough thrusts and she milks me for everything I have. I slowly keep pumping until all the aftershocks subside.

  I pull out slowly and watch my cum trickle out of Angel’s body. Fuck. She collapses down to the bed with her eyes closed. I should get a wash cloth and clean her up, but the thought of my cum being inside of her clouds my judgment. I pull her into my arms and kiss her soundly. We fall into an exhausted sleep.

  Three Days Later

  Pounding on the door jostles me awake. Angel’s warm body is curled against mine and I don’t want to fucking move. She has had a rough few days and I don’t want to wake her yet. I move slowly away from her body and put my jeans on not bothering to zip them up.

  Opening the door, Becs is standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”

  “Gotta tell Dewey our answer. Leave in thirty.” He smirks and walks away.

  I shut the door and head to the bathroom. Since the party, the brothers gave Angel and I some room, which meant we haven’t left the bed and I’ve loved every fucking minute of it. After a very tearful goodbye with Bella, Angel’s smile radiates daily. I love that I’m the one that put it there.

  Dewey’s been blowing up my damn phone about this fucking deal. He put it on the back burner after the shit went down, but now he’s back and will soon be pissed. While the load is a shit ton of money, for what he wants, it’s not worth it. The risk
is too great for the profit. Ravage is all about profit, but the risks need to fall in there too and what’s best for the club. This would take the entire club down and it’s not something that we are willing to do.

  I look at the bed and the beautiful woman lying in it. Her blonde and black hair cascades over the pillows as she lies on her back, head turned. Her arms rest under her pillow propping her up. I love how calm and peaceful she looks in my bed.

  I brush her hair over and lightly kiss her forehead and she awakens. “Hey.” Her voice groggy.

  “Hey. Gotta go to work. Be back later.” She smiles.

  “K.” I lean down kissing her soft lips. I pull away and she catches her teeth in her bottom lip pulling it tight. I shake my head, the little temptress.

  “Bye.”

  “Be careful.” She whispers as if she shouldn’t say it.

  “Always.” I smile and close the door behind me. Sooner we get this shit taken care of, the sooner I can get back and bury myself in my girl.

  “Well look-e-there! G.T… he lives.” Dagger laughs. I follow and touch my thumb to the side of my mouth pushing my lip tight. The guys sit around a large table in the main room. Ma and Princess must be making breakfast.

  “Jealousy is always great first thing in the morning.” I take a seat.

  “Fuck. I’d be gone too if I were buried in that shit.” Rhys leans back in his chair putting his hands above his head resting back.

  “Tell me about it.” I grumble thinking of the naked woman in my bed waiting for me. “Can we do this shit so we can get back?”

  “Already pussy whipped.” Pops shakes his head and I glare at him.

  “Not whipped. Just like my pussy.” I pull out a smoke, roll it between my teeth and light it.

  “Alright. Serious for a minute.” Pops yells, we all lean up to the table and nod our heads. His voice low. “Gotta pull all resources and find Paine. This shit’s not going away and when he comes back, it’ll be worse. I’ve got a meeting with Princess’s friend Deara and her crew in a couple of days. I’m also pulling my contacts and getting them on our side. This shit is done. I want it done. Now.”