I throw a T-shirt over my sports bra and we leave the gym. On the drive home, I turn to him as I sip my water. “What do you want for your birthday?”
He raises a brow in question. “What do you want to give me?”
“How about a wet, sloppy blow job?”
“Yes, please,” he answers without a hint of humor.
“In your dreams, perv.”
“How do you know about my dreams?”
“Eww.” I punch him on the arm. “Gross!”
“Hey, you offered.”
“You’re getting a party. Deal with it.”
I’ve already gotten his gift, and I can’t wait to give it to him. I’ve been planning this party for weeks, along with Aunt Nita and Ellen. Chrissy and Toni have helped out with ideas, and Toni’s supposed to come in a few days before.
“What do you think about the prospects?”
“They’re cool,” I answer. “Why?”
“We’re voting on their membership tonight. They’ve been pretty good. I’m sure they’ll get in.”
“Yay! We should throw them a party.”
“We always do.”
He makes a turn and I realize we’re heading away from the clubhouse. “Where are we going?”
“I wanna show you something.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.”
***Gage***
I park on the side of the road and hop out of the car. When I open Raven’s door, she climbs out, looking around suspiciously. Taking her hand, I lead her to the empty building and open the door.
“Whose place is this?”
“Mine.”
“You’re opening another business?” she asks wide-eyed.
“I was thinking of turning it into an office for E. He doesn’t know about it, though.”
“Pays having you for a best friend, huh?” She grins.
She walks around the empty space, exploring the rooms. I follow, watching her ass the entire time. I can’t help it. These last few weeks have been especially hard. I feel like I’m in high school again, necking in the back of the car. She always stops me when I try to do more. My hand has become my best fucking friend. Literally.
“Stop staring at my ass.”
I snap out of my thoughts and look up at her. She’s facing me now, arms crossed on her chest. “But it’s such a nice ass.”
She steps forward and slides her hands around my waist. “You’re a good friend, Gage Hunter. I stand behind what I said earlier. You’re a good man.”
“I may do good things every now and again, but I’m not a good man, Raven.”
“You may do bad things every now and again, but you’re not a bad man.”
I wrap my arms around her, expelling a deep sigh. She doesn’t know the extent of the horror show that is my life. Things have been pretty calm since I met her, but it’s not always like this. If she sticks around, she’s sure to see me for the monster I am.
I’m about to release her when she slips her hands under my T-shirt. Her fingers dig into my lower back as she pulls me to her.
“Sometimes, you can be a real dick—”
“I acknowledge and accept that.”
“But,” she continues as if I hadn’t interrupted her. “Sometimes, you can be extremely sweet.”
“I wish you would delete that word from your vocabulary.”
“Will you let me finish? There’s the dick I’m talking about.”
“No.” I take her hand and press it to my crotch. “Here’s the dick.”
She licks her lips and her fingers curl around my already-hardening dick. Her touch is tentative as she trails her fingers down the length. Her other hand glides to the back of my neck, pulling me down to her. Our lips connect, drawing a deep moan from her. My hands automatically reach for her ass, squeezing the cheeks. Her touch grows bolder, gripping my dick as she continues to stroke me. I’m now fully erect, pushing against the material of my jeans. As difficult as it is, I keep our kiss at half-mast. I don’t want her freaking out. She pulls back and stares into my eyes with a faint smile of surprise.
“It’s back,” she whispers.
“What?”
“Everything.”
She yanks my lips back to hers and slips her tongue in my mouth. I pull her closer, loving how perfectly her body lines up with mine. Our tongues tangle before I gently suck on hers. Her hands roam my back, nails dragging over my shirt. Maybe I should do nice things more often if this will be her response.
“What would you do if I told you I also bought the property across the street?”
She gives me a bright smile. “Depends on the reason you bought it.”
“I got it for Ellen,” I explain. “She really enjoyed planning…” I stop myself before I say “your birthday party.” I definitely don’t want her thinking about that day.
“Planning what?”
“Parties. She likes planning parties. She’s been taking an event planning course, so I figure I’d surprise her once she’s done.”
Her smile widens then turns into a smirk.
“Then I’d say that birthday BJ offer may be on the table after all.”
Fuck.
I move forward, forcing her to step back until she’s trapped against the wall. She giggles but stops short when I grab her thighs and lift her off the floor. She grinds on my dick as it presses against her. I take her lips, more forceful than before, but still not as hard as I want to. She lets out a soft whimper, gripping me with her thighs. Her fingers weave through my hair as her tongue lashes out, forcing its way between my lips. I can’t help it; I reach under her shirt and palm her breast. Instead of recoiling, her back arches. I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I restrain myself from freeing her breasts from that damn sports bra.
“Gage…” she moans as I kiss down her neck.
I never love my name more than when it’s coming from her lips. “Fuck, Raven. I want you so fucking bad.”
“You do?”
I pull back and stare at her incredulously. “How the fuck is that a question?”
Her gaze drops but I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to lie next to you every night and not touch you? To wake up every morning with your ass pressed against my hard dick?”
With a timid shake of her head, she whispers, “No.”
“Hard, Raven. Damn near impossible. There’s nothing I want more than to lose myself in you. To make you mine in every way.”
“Soon, Gage. I promise.”
“I’m not trying to pressure you, doll. I’ll wait. Just know this: I do want you.” I move closer, resting my forehead on hers, keeping our gazes locked. “I’ll always want you.”
***Raven***
“Make sure you grab his balls. Guys like that.”
I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me. “I’ve given a blow job before, Toni.”
“I know that. You haven’t given one to a man, though. Especially a man like Gage.”
“She’s right,” Chrissy chimes in.
I’m really starting to regret this three-way phone call. We’ve been talking for an hour, and most of the time has been spent with them giving me pointers on everything sex-related.
“Bonus if you swallow… or at least let him come in your mouth.”
“You told me it was disgusting,” I fire back at Toni. I teased Gage with it before, but I just wanted to see his reaction. I’ve never actually done it.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is he’ll like it.”
“Chrissy, have you done it?” I ask.
“Nope. I ain’t putting no man’s dick in my mouth. Uh-unh… sorry.”
“You mean… not even Ron?”
“Nope. Not even him. I don’t know where his dick has been.”
“True,” I reply, thinking about all the women Gage has been with… all the Hounds. I shudder at the thought.
“You could always make him wear a condom. Bubblegum fla
vor.”
Toni and I both burst out laughing at her statement. That would be cool, though. I just hope I wouldn’t get the inclination to start chewing once I had his dick in my mouth. That would not be funny.
“Ha-ha, very funny, you two.”
“C’mon, Chrissy. It was a little funny.”
“Maybe for you dick-munchers, but not me.”
“All hail the dick-munchers,” I chant. “Making men happy all over the world.”
“Can we change the subject, please?” Chrissy asks through our laughter.
“Fine, fine. I’m gonna tell you something, but you can’t repeat it, okay?” I say.
“Okay,” they both agree.
“They’re voting on the prospects’ membership tonight. By tomorrow, your man will be a Dealer, Chrissy.”
“That’s awesome!” she shrieks. “It’s all he can talk about. I know he’ll be over the moon.”
“Please, don’t say anything to him.”
“I won’t. I promise. Do I have to get him a gift?”
“I don’t know. Gage says they always throw a party for new members.”
“Then I’m definitely getting him a gift. What did you get Gage?”
“It’s a surprise. I can’t wait to see his reaction when I give it to him.”
“You should totally give him a lap dance,” Toni says.
“A lap dance?”
“Yeah. In front of everyone, too.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Of course you can. Kinda like a sexy prelude to his long-time-coming—pun intended—BJ.”
I rattle the idea around in my head for a bit, wondering if he’d like it. I know he’d enjoy a private show, but having me dance provocatively in front of everyone? I don’t know. He’d probably go ballistic.
“Maybe we could make it a group thing,” Chrissy suggests. “Include Ron and Booker.”
“That’s a great idea!” Toni exclaims.
Maybe that would work. I’m hoping he wouldn’t object if I wasn’t alone. “Okay… but we need music and a routine… and outfits.”
“There are tons of sexy songs we can use. We can have Allah put something together for us. The question is, do we go simple sexy or hardcore?”
“Toni’s right,” Chrissy agrees.
“Why not both? We can do a medley. Any ideas?”
We all think for a while then Toni comes up with an idea. “‘Say My Name’.”
I know exactly the song she’s talking about and it. Is. Perfect.
“Destiny’s Child?” Chrissy asks in confusion. “Wouldn’t ‘Cater 2 U’ be better if we’re going with them?”
“Not Destiny’s Child,” I tell her. “Qwote. Q-W-O-T-E, look it up.”
“We could use ‘Cater 2 U’, though,” Toni says pensively.
Another two hours are spent on the phone planning our big lap dance. We decide on a soundtrack—“Cater 2 U”, Ciara’s “Body Party”, Beyoncé’s “Dance For You”, Lady Saw’s “Heels On” and “Backshot” with Spragga Benz, then we’ll end with “Say My Name”. We just need to recruit Allah to make a mix for us. Next, were our outfits. This whole idea is a real toss-up with a man like Gage Hunter. It could either be epic or a complete disaster. I hope to God it’s the former.
Here goes Operation Birthday Lap Dance.
CHAPTER 14
***Gage***
Thirty-three fucking years old. Another year older. Can’t say I’ve had a bad run. My life has been pretty good so far. As I watch Raven with her friends, I can only see it getting better. Chopper’s words resound in my mind—that’s when I knew you were his future. I know she’d be a perfect old lady. She has all the qualities I could ever need in a woman and I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about it. I could patch her, have her on my bike and in my bed. I’d take care of her and protect her. That’s what I can offer. All the extra stuff she needs—love, romance, and promises of forever—I can’t offer that to any woman. I don’t know how, and I don’t see her settling for less. So while Chopper is certain, I’m not.
My eyes follow her movements as she walks over to Ellen and whispers in her ear. My sister grins from ear to ear, so I know something’s up. Both of them put this party together for me so when I see them conspiring, I brace myself for what’s to come. Raven disappears to the back with her friends and Ellen sets out three chairs in the middle of the room. She approaches me with the same grin and drags me to one of the chairs, then seats Ron and Booker in the other two. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they don’t know what’s going on, either. She hurries over to the DJ booth and grabs the microphone as Allah stops the music.
“Okay, everybody! I’m going to need you to clear some space.”
People start moving out of the way, leaving the three of us sitting in the center like the main attraction. I don’t know what’s going on, but I already don’t like it.
“We’re all here to celebrate President Reaper’s birthday, but we also have two new brothers—Ron and Booker.” She pauses while everyone cheers. “Raven, Chrissy, and Toni have put together something special for these guys, so let’s hear it for the ladies!”
The crowd cheers again, the brothers hooting and whistling. The girls walk back out wearing short, black trench coats and heels. What the fuck is going on? Raven stands in front, the other two girls behind her, one on either side. She gives me a nervous smile then nods in the direction of the DJ booth.
The music comes on and they begin to move. Raven mimes the lyrics as she performs a sexy-as-hell routine, her body gliding on the beat. I’m not really paying attention to the song, but a few words resonate—“I’m yours” and “my man.” Fucking right, she’s mine. If anyone doubted it before, here she is announcing it to the entire room. The song changes and her movements become less sensual and more sexual. My dick immediately stands at attention when she drops to her knees and starts grinding. As she crawls toward me, I grab my crotch and adjust myself. She catches the action and smirks. Seeing her there, kneeling at my feet is doing things to my body I never knew a woman could do. She mouths some more lyrics about dancing for me as she rises to her feet. As she rolls her hips, she starts undoing the belt on her coat. I lick my lips, anticipating what’s underneath.
She flips the sides behind her and then the heel of her shoe is digging into my thigh. I vaguely hear something about fucking with heels on, but I’m focused on her outfit. Leather shorts—if you can call them that—and a matching top that’s pushing her tits together and up. Everything else from her tits down is bare. I seriously feel like I’m going to blow my load just looking at her.
In a flash of movement, she whips off the coat, tosses it aside, and turns her back to me. She drops onto my lap, leans forward, and with her hands on the ground, starts grinding on me. I grab her hips and she sits up, leaning in to me. She turns her face toward me, breathing heavily, her lips an inch from mine. She starts singing again about fucking me, and I drown out everything but her. The rest of the dance goes by in a blur of motion. All I can think about is getting my dick inside her. I only realize their little routine has ended when the noise from the cheers and wolf whistles brings me out of my thoughts. Somehow, she’s now straddling my lap, facing me. I twirl the red ends of her hair around my finger. She said she did it for me because black and red are my favorite colors.
“Happy birthday, Gage.”
I grab her ass and stand in a swift motion, taking her to the bedroom. As soon as I kick the door shut, I have her backed against it.
“Did you like—?”
I cut her off with my lips. I can’t hold back anymore. I need her. I need her now.
“Gage, wait.”
“For what?”
“I want to give you your gift.”
“I want you,” I growl against her lips.
“Please.”
“Fuck!” I release her and watch her ass as she hurries to the chest of drawers. She removes a white envelope and brings it back to me, boun
cing up and down in excitement as I open it.
When I pull out the paper inside, she yells, “Happy birthday!”
I quickly scan the words on the paper until I realize what it is—flying lessons. At the end, I’d be able to get a Private Pilot Certificate. I raise my gaze from the paper to her beautiful face in shock. Once. I mentioned to her once that I wanted to be a pilot when I was younger. She not only remembered but now she’s encouraging and enabling me to pursue my dream. Fucking hell. Maybe Chopper was right after all. I drop the paper and yank her to me, forcing her against the wall.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it, baby doll. How did you—?”
“I dipped into my trust fund. I wanted to get you something special.”
“There’s only one thing I want.”
I take her lips in a fierce kiss, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. She returns the kiss, writhing against me, making me even harder. But then her breathing grows rapid… ragged, and her writhing feels more like fighting. I relinquish her lips and see fear-stricken eyes boring into me.
“Stop. Let me go. Please!”
She pulls at her hands and I realize what the problem is. I release her immediately. How could I have been so fucking stupid? No doubt me trapping her like that brought back memories of being tied down. Fuck! Have I undone months of progress in a few seconds?
“Raven, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“It’s fine.” She shakes her head. “I’ll be okay in a minute.”
I reach for her, but she shrinks from my touch. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stepping away from her, I head to the bathroom. I need about a dozen cold showers.
***Raven***
Taking deep breaths, I try to calm my shattered nerves. I couldn’t help it. The moment he trapped my hands in his, I was transported to my dark place—a place I’m trying desperately to get away from. I made up my mind during the lap dance that tonight is the night. Tonight, we would finally do what we’ve wanted to do for months. The way he watched me as I danced… you can’t fake that desire. He wants me. That sealed the deal for me. Then, in just a moment, everything went downhill. The dejected look on his face as he walked off flashes before my eyes and breaks through the barrier in my mind. No. I straighten with renewed determination. I’m not going to let this control me anymore. No. More.
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