“Get your stuff. I’ll wait for you here.”
I tell Mr. and Mrs. Contreras I’m leaving, thank them for their hospitality, and hurry upstairs to pack. I can’t wait to be in Gage’s arms again. Fuck, I missed him. I shoot off a text to Chrissy then cram my stuff into my backpack. That done, I head to Chris’ room to tell him goodbye but he’s not there. I make my way back downstairs and find Mr. and Mrs. C in the kitchen.
“I’m leaving now, Mrs. C. Thanks again for putting up with me.”
“Anytime, mija. You’re always welcome here,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.
“Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
“No problem. You be careful and call us if you need anything.”
“I will.”
I kiss Mr. C’s cheek and hustle out the door before Gage loses his patience. What I witness outside will surely bring on the apocalypse. Gage. Chris. Shaking hands. Mind. Blown. I watch the events unfold in total shock. They nod to each other in that way men do, that says they have an understanding.
Chris hugs me and whispers in my ear before going back inside. “I’m here if you need me.”
“Thank you.” I walk toward Gage in a daze. “What was that about?”
“Just working stuff out.”
“What stuff?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You were right,” he answers. “He cares about you and doesn’t want to see you get hurt.”
“What did he say?”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
He climbs onto his bike and extends his hand to me, but I hesitate. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden with him. Based on what Marlowe and Renae have told me, being on the back of his bike is a big thing. I’ve been there before—twice—but it just seems different now. It seems… more serious.
“Come on, doll.”
I take his hand and climb on behind him. He waits until I’ve secured my helmet and then he fires up the engine. Vibrations thrum through my body. He grabs my thighs and pulls me even closer to him.
“Hold on tight, babe.”
CHAPTER 19
***Gage***
I’ve always thought the best feeling in the world is being on the open road on my Harley. Just man and machine. Then, Raven happened. I haven’t been the same since that first day she sat on the back of my bike. Now, with her soft body pressed against me and her arms tightly wound around my waist, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I roll into the clubhouse and park in the garage. She hops down and hands me her backpack. When we walk inside, the men practically lose their minds. You’d think she was their woman. Rico starts talking a mile a minute in Spanish before Razor picks her up in a bear hug then passes her off to the others one by one. They each give her a variation of “welcome back,” all while she giggles and soaks up the attention.
“Get ya’ll’s filthy hands off my woman,” I growl.
“Your woman ain’t complaining, though, Prez,” Tek says, laughing.
“That’s ’cause she’s nice. I’m not.”
I grab her hand and pull her along to our room, giving my brothers the finger when they start laughing and calling me pussy-whipped. Fuck that shit. It’s been a week and that’s exactly where I’m itching to be right now, so deep she’ll feel like I’m trying to crawl inside her. She laughs when I slam the door and push her down on the bed. Immediately, I start tearing at my clothes.
“Clothes. Off,” I command.
She giggles and pulls her top over her head. Fuck me. She’s not wearing a bra. The sight of her breasts makes my dick throb. She kicks off her shorts, but I stop her when she hooks her thumbs into her panties.
“Leave it. That’s mine.”
She lies back on her elbows, breathing hard through her mouth. I drink her in, becoming more intoxicated by the second.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
I step between her legs and grab the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. She moans and I realize just how much I missed the sound. She’d only been gone a few days. Jesus. I’m well and truly fucked.
“Are you?”
What the…? I didn’t say that out loud, did I? “Am I what?”
“Pussy-whipped.”
“Call me anything you want to, babe. Just as long as you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”
I sink my teeth into her nipple, making her cry out. “Gage!”
“Just like that.” I slip my hand into her panties and find her soaking wet. So slippery, my fingers are sliding all over. “Fuck.”
I can’t wait to get inside her. I drag her panties over her hips and down her legs, then place a pillow at the edge of the bed. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her to me and lift her so her ass rests on the pillow. She bites into a corner of her bottom lip and stares up at me. My balls tighten at the sight.
“Fuck. This might be quick.” The moment I reach into my boxers, someone has the fucking nerve to knock on the door. “You knock again, you’re fucking dead!”
There’s a pause and then sure enough, they knock again. I throw the blanket over Raven, grab my gun, and storm to the door. Throwing it open, I settle my Glock between the man’s eyes. Tek. He throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender then slowly pushes the gun out of his face. I return it to its original position.
“Sorry for the interruption, Prez, but we got a problem.”
“You can’t handle it without me?”
“Sorry. It’s the, uh...” He glances nervously at Raven then back to me. “Site.”
“Fuck!”
The “site” can only be my warehouse. The place is like a fortress and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. It’s isolated and no one really knows about it. Him coming to get me means someone either found a way in or is trying to get in. Fuck!
He slowly backs away then leaves. I slam the door, frustration taking hold as I turn to Raven. She’s already moved from the position I put her in, looking resigned because she knows I have to leave. Maybe I can be quick. Then again, once I start, I know I won’t be able to stop.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She sees my indecision and smirks, throwing off the blanket. Turning on her side, she strikes a seductive pose and bites into her lip. Fuck it. Just a little taste. I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed then fall to my knees. I lick my lips in anticipation as I spread her legs. I missed her taste. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her soaked pussy. I slide my tongue between her lips, licking up as much of her juices as I can. She moans, pulling hard on my hair.
“Fuck, woman. You taste amazing.”
I swear I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between. Why did I start this? It’s only that much harder to leave now. She yelps as I bite down gently on her clit. I pull away and reluctantly get to my feet.
“I gotta go, doll.”
“Seriously?” she asks in wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re going to get me started and leave?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t touch yourself.”
“Why the fuck not?”
I lean over her, my face inches from hers. “It’s been a week since I made you come, Raven. The next orgasm you have, my dick will be buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Got it?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Got it.”
“Good. Be in this bed when I get back.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me attitude, rolling her eyes.
I drag my clothes back on and give her a quick kiss before I leave. I can’t wait to come back and finish what I started.
***Raven***
As soon as he walks out the door, I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to leave me hanging. Maybe it’s payback for all the times he ended up with blue balls. I snicker at the thought. I wonder if he jacked off on those nights. Ugh! I stop touching myself and put my panties and top on. The man has ruined masturbation for me. N
ow that I know what the real thing is like, it just doesn’t feel the same.
I grab my sketch pad and colored pencils, and then climb back into bed. As I try to choose a color, I realize I haven’t used them since he got them for me. Everything I’ve drawn since then has been so… dark. Despite that, I reach for the black. I know I’m going to draw Gage, and you can’t draw the Reaper without black, right? This time, though, I also grab a few shades of blue to make sure I get the color of his eyes right. No more red eyes.
I put my MP3 player on shuffle, and let my fingers glide over the blank sheet before I start. I rarely plan what to draw; I just clear my mind and let my hands roam free. By the time I’m done, I have a portrait of us—as the Grim Reaper and Lady Death. Instead of a cape, I have wings. I’m standing before him in a very Superman-esque pose, wings spread. The arm holding his scythe is draped over my shoulder and we’re both wearing fierce expressions—not evil, just ones that say we can handle anything thrown at us. I stencil in “Rage” at the top in big, bold letters, surrounded by blue flames. I hold it out in front of me to get a better look and decide I’m definitely framing it. I think I’ll hang it above our bed. In the house. I hope he was serious because I cannot wait to move.
I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’m bored now. What the hell am I supposed to do? Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.
Raven: What are u up 2?
Chrissy: Nothing! Bored!
Raven: Me, too!
Chrissy: Let’s do something.
Raven: K. What?
Chrissy: Scythe?
Raven: I don’t have anything to wear.
Chrissy: I got you! Be there in an hour.
I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline.
“I bought it for—” she stops, bites her lip, then continues, “I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”
Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug, squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed, and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a little voice in my mind says, Yeah… right. He will not be a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.
***Gage***
“How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.
I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who sent him.
“Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”
“What did he look like?”
“It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”
“Did you tell anyone else about it?”
“No one, I swear. Please… please, don’t kill me.”
“You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I ask.
“He… he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what was on it, though.”
“Like this?” I point to my cut.
“Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me another grand if I pulled it off.”
I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him. If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are. Maybe he can help me.
“You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”
Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”
“But… I need information. I need to know who this guy is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t… I will find you and I will put you in the ground. Got it?”
“I will. I promise.”
I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”
He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My dick gets hard as I think about it.
After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but find an empty room instead. The fuck? I call her, but it just rings then goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.
Raven: At Scythe.
Gage: On my way.
I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to; she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell. They can look but only I get to touch.
I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s mesmerizing, moving in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip, she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her dress on the floor. At least we agree on that. She combs her fingers through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.
I move through the crowd, our gazes locked the entire time while she sings along with the song. As I stand before her, she licks her lips and angles her head for a kiss. I lean in but at the last moment, she turns her back to me and starts grinding on me. I look down, biting into my bottom lip as her ass glides left to right across my dick. She bends at the waist and whips her hair as she straightens. I grab her hips and pull her closer so she feels what she’s doing to me.
Turning her head, she raises her lips to mine. She whispers against them, again telling me through the song that she’s proud to be mine. So am I. Fucking proud she’s mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and keep her in place as I press my lips her hers. Using my tongue, I brand her as mine in front of everyone in the club. When she moans, I know I can’t wait a moment longer to be inside her. I break the kiss and grab her hand. I look behind me to find Chrissy, make sure she’s taken care of, and I see her and Ron in a corner. Pulling Raven behind me, I start heading for the exit.
“Wait. Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“But I’m not ready,” she whines. “I wanna dance.”
I stop and turn to her, placing my lips at her ear. “I wanna fuck.”
She shivers against me but still gives me attitude. “You’re the one who left me alone while you went off and did God knows what.”
That reminds me, she didn’t do as she was told. I pull her into the archway and forcefully back her up on the wall. She stares up at me in wide-eyed shock, lips parted.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Raven.”
***Raven***
“I told you to wait for me,” he growls.
“I got bored.”
“Bored?” he a
sks in disbelief. “The entire time I was gone, all I could think about was you and your pussy… getting home and diving into that shit.”
Diving? What does he think I am, a fucking pool? “Diving?”
“As wet as you get for me, babe, ain’t no other way to describe it.”
I swallow hard. As crude as he is, I still find it sexy as hell. “That shit?”
Grabbing my thighs, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He presses against me, leaving no room between his dick and my pussy. I fight the urge to moan.
“This shit. My shit,” he proclaims.
Dear. God. I want nothing more than for him to dive into his shit right now, but I don’t know why I have to be such a smart-ass. “Baby Jesus. Can’t you control that thing?”
“Not when it’s in its happy place.”
Fuck. “It’s happy place?”
“Right between your thighs, baby doll.”
Double fuck. “We’re in public!”
“I give zero fucks. You’re mine. If I want to fuck you on the stage in front of everyone, I can. Just be glad I don’t want anyone seeing your sexy ass.”
“Caveman much?”
He grinds his hips against me, pressing his hard-on onto my pussy. My muscles clench and I suck in a breath. He leans closer, his lips a whisper from mine. Fuck. That stage is looking pretty good right now.
“There are few things in this life that are certain, Raven. But there’s one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt. You. Belong. To me.”
That’s it. No more smart-ass comments. I grab his shirt and tug him to me, pressing my lips to his. Instantly, he takes over, parting my lips with his tongue. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he presses me even harder onto his erection. I moan and whimper, grabbing at his clothes and hair, tightening my legs around him and grinding my hips. Without warning, he releases me and places me on my feet.
“Upstairs. Now.”
I lead the way to his office, power-walking my way to that bitch. I can’t even express how badly I need him right now. Glancing back at him as we move through the crowd, I see the single-minded purpose in his eyes and demeanor. The world could come crashing down around us and it wouldn’t matter to him; he’s getting inside me no matter what.
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