His phone goes off in his pocket, and as soon as he silences it, he starts dragging me toward the exit.
“What was that?”
“My alarm.”
“Alarm for what?” I ask.
“It’s time to go, Raven.”
***Gage***
As we’re heading for the exit, smart-ass Allah begins to play “Let’s Get It On.” Everyone cheers, some of the men whistling. Any other night, I might be annoyed but not tonight. Nothing’s spoiling this for me. I’ve waited too long. Raven giggles behind me, jogging to keep up. Within seconds, we’re on the way back to my place.
“Gage…” she whispers breathlessly. “Hurry.”
Fuck. As my dick hardens, I press on the accelerator. She doesn’t even wait for me to open her door when I pull into the driveway. Meeting her in front of the car, I tug her to me, needing to taste those sweet lips. She moans, opening up for my tongue. I sweep her up into my arms, taking her inside. When I start climbing the stairs, she kicks off her shoes, and pulls at my tie.
Laying her on my bed, I stare down at her, wanting to savor every moment. She watches as I shrug out of my jacket, dropping it to the floor. Her breathing accelerates with each piece of clothing I remove. When I’m down to my boxers and undershirt, I climb on top of her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nods. “Positive. I want you, Gage.”
I take her lips, unleashing my desire, knowing this time I don’t have to stop. She writhes beneath me, grinding her pussy against my already hard dick.
“Gage….”
Fucking hell. What is it about the way she says my name? She grabs at the hem of my shirt, and I allow her to remove it. I can’t wait to get inside her, but before I continue, I hop off the bed and walk to my closet.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I retrieve the blue gift box, and hand it to her with a deep breath.
“What’s this?” she asks, sitting up.
“Open it.”
With a grin, she tears at the ribbon and wrapping paper. As she removes the lid of the box, she glances up at me.
“Is this the gift you were picking up today?”
“Yeah. Not sure if you’ll like it.” I watch nervously as she folds away the tissue paper. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I’m pretty sure she wants this.
“It’s coming from you so I know I’ll love it.”
She freezes once she realizes what’s in the box.
“Gage…” She stares at me, hopeful anxiety in her eyes.
I remove her cut from the box, pulling her to her feet.
“Are you sure?” she asks as I help her into it.
“You’re mine, Raven. I know it, you know it. Now, everyone else will, too.”
Without a word, she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine.
“I love it!” she chants between kisses.
Breaking away, she gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I don’t even try to hide the annoyance in my voice.
“You’ll see.”
She heads to the bathroom, and I stare at my patch on her back. My chest swells with pride. She’s mine. Finally. Totally. Mine.
Sitting on the bed, I anxiously await her return. What the hell is she doing in there? Fuck. I grab my dick, adjusting it in my boxers.
“Don’t worry,” I give him a little pep talk. “The drought is over.”
The bathroom door opens and my throat locks up. I can’t talk, can’t even breathe. There she stands in the doorway, shyly staring at her feet. She let her hair down, and all she’s wearing are panties, her cut, and the jewelry I gave her. Fuck. Me. My cut, my earrings, my necklace. My woman. As she peeks up through her lashes, I know, without a doubt, this woman is going to destroy me. And I’ll love every fucking second of it.
***Raven***
He hasn’t moved. He’s just sitting there staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I hope he likes it. Or did he want to undress me? Fuck. I hope I didn’t ruin everything. Tentatively, I make my way back to him. It’s not until I’m standing before him that he finally makes a move. Reaching up, he trails a finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. My body shivers, and the asthma attack he induces begins. Slowly, he pushes the sides of my new cut aside, revealing my breasts. My nipples harden under his hungry stare.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters.
As he moves behind me, a tingle runs down my spine. I lean in to him, laying my head on his chest when he moves my hair to the side. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply.
“What does this cut mean, Raven?”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Mine.”
While cupping both breasts, he begins to suck at the base of my neck. I reach up and grab his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“That means… these… are mine,” he continues.
One hand massages my breast as the other slides down my stomach, and into my panties.
“This,” he growls as he finds my clit. “Is mine.”
“Yes… Yours,” I groan. Leaning in closer, I grind on his erection as he circles my clit. “Gage, please….”
He pinches my nipple, rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles. I moan, desperately needing him inside me. I need to finally feel what it’s like to have him completely.
“You’re going to come on my fingers first. Then, you’re going to come on my tongue.”
“Oh, God….”
“Then, after I make you beg for my dick, I’m going to slide it inside this tight pussy of yours, and make you come all over it.”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” I scream as my body convulses. My knees buckle, and he slides his free hand around my stomach, holding me up. He doesn’t let up, tormenting my clit even after I’ve stopped shaking.
“Gage….”
Turning me around, he gently pushes me on the bed, and stares at me. His gaze burns a trail down my body. He hooks his fingers into my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. Now, I’m left in my birthday gifts. I still can’t believe it. I’m officially his woman… his old lady. And he claimed me before we even made love. I’m his, and goddammit, he’s mine.
As he leans forward, I wrap my arms around his neck. His kiss is wrought with desire and possession. He claimed me with his patch, now he’s going to claim me with his body. I can’t fucking wait. Reaching down, I grip his dick through his boxers. He groans, pressing it into my hand, urging me on.
“Fuck, babe,” he mumbles against my lips.
He kisses down my neck, licking my skin as he goes. A warm breath expelled on my nipple, makes me writhe beneath him. I’ll be begging sooner than he thinks. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
“Gage!” I cry out when he bites into it.
“Again,” he growls, sinking his teeth into it once more.
“Gage!”
He moves to the other, relentlessly sucking and licking. My back arches as his hand glides down, sliding between my lips. When he nudges my legs farther apart, I move up to my elbows, watching as his head descends. He falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around my thighs as he licks his lips. He keeps our gazes locked, leans forward, and licks my clit. My head falls back and I whimper, marveling at the new sensation.
“Look at me,” he commands.
Swallowing hard, I lift my head, and watch as he slides his tongue between my lips. My thighs tremble. My stomach muscles lock up.
“You taste better than I imagined.”
He flails his tongue against my clit, and then pulls it into his mouth, sucking on my already sensitive flesh.
“Oh, God!”
I thread my fingers in his hair, grabbing and pulling a handful. I don’t know how to deal with the pleasure coursing through my body, yet he intensifies it, sliding a finger inside me.
“Fuck,�
� he groans when I clench around it. “So wet…” he flicks his tongue on my clit as he begins to move his finger in and out. “So fucking tight.”
Slowly, he works another finger in. Whimpering, I try to force his head back down. He chuckles, pressing on my clit with the thumb of his free hand.
“You like my tongue, babe?”
“Fuck, yes!”
He chuckles again, slowly finger fucking me.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Gage,” I plead. “Please, I want your tongue.” Leaning forward once more, he devotes his attention to my clit. He licks, swipes, sucks, and swirls, driving me to the breaking point.
“Gage, I’m coming!”
He withdraws his fingers, sucking on my clit until my legs stop quivering. Falling back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to get my hammering heart to calm down. Then, he appears over me, a smirk on his gorgeous face.
“Ready?”
Fuck. Me.
***Gage***
I lick my lips, savoring her taste. Fuck. I foresee myself spending a hell of a lot of time with my face buried in her pussy. The woman tastes like Heaven. Now that I’ve had the appetizer, it’s time for the main course. She stares up at me, just a bit of fear in her beautiful eyes.
“There’s nothing to worry about, doll.”
“I know. I want this, Gage. I want you.”
“You want my dick?”
“Yes. Please, Gage. I can’t wait any more. Fuck me, please.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, babe.”
I drop a gentle kiss on her lips, then retrieve a condom from the nightstand. As I rip the wrapper with my teeth, my phone alarm goes off in my jacket.
“What’s that one for?” Raven asks.
“It’s eleven fifty-nine. I told you I’d be inside you at midnight.”
She swallows hard. Ignoring the alarm, I step between her legs, and kick off my boxers. Her eyes widen as she stares at my dick. The damn thing jumps, and she hasn’t even touched it. Fuck. It’s been too long. I roll the condom on, grab her thighs, and pull her to me.
“Try to relax.”
“’Kay.” She nods nervously.
I grab the base of my dick, and push at her entrance. She goes rigid, her pussy clamping down on the head. I close my eyes with a groan.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t be. Just wait a few seconds before you do that again.”
Utilizing patience I didn’t know I had, I slowly work my way inside her, inch by excruciating inch. I just want to bury my dick inside her. She’s so wet, so tight, she has me wanting to break my condom rule. I want to feel her. I need to feel her—no barrier.
Placing my palms on the bed on either side of her head, I stop mid-way, giving her some time to adjust.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I grab her thigh and sink deep, moaning when I bottom out. She cries out, scratching at my shoulders.
“Gage!”
She tightens around me, trying to pull away.
“Don’t move. Just relax. You’ll be fine,” I force through gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to not pound into her until I come. Without even the first stroke, I know this is it. From now on, this is the only pussy for me. She’s the only woman I need. I stare down at her, wondering how this little woman could make such a big impact on my life in such a short time. And all without me fucking her. Maybe I knew—even from the beginning—how special she is. If I’d given in and fucked her, I probably would have dropped her a long time ago without a second thought. And we wouldn’t be where we are today. Shit. I have an old lady. A beautiful—inside and out—old lady, with the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve had in my life.
“Better?” I ask hopefully.
She nods, and I move as carefully as I can. With each tentative stroke, I fall deeper and deeper under her spell. When she clenches around me, my restraint snaps. I can’t hold back anymore. Grabbing her thighs, I slide in and out of her, groaning when I hear her whimpers.
“Gage….”
“You okay, babe?”
“Yes… don’t stop.”
Lifting her into my arms, I lie on the bed, making her straddle me.
“Dios…” She throws her head back.
As much as I love seeing her in that cut, it’s blocking my view. After sliding it off her shoulders, I toss it aside. Without prompting, she begins to ride me, placing her hands on my chest. Back and forth she slides, grinding her mound into my pelvis. I reach up and palm her tits, squeezing the firm flesh. She moans, and I pinch both nipples, slightly twisting them. Crying out, she places her hands on top of mine.
“Fuck, Raven. You feel amazing.”
Trailing one hand down her stomach, I press on her clit with my thumb. As I begin making small circles, she moves faster.
“Sí… right there, papi.”
Gripping her hip with my free hand, I sink my fingertips into her flesh. Her breathing accelerates and she begins to moan continuously. I know she’s close.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I… I’m… I’m… Gage!”
Her pussy begins to spasm around me, squeezing the fuck out of my dick.
“Fuck!”
Flipping over, I put her beneath me once more, and pound into her shaking body.
“Gage!”
I shout her name as I come, sinking deep into her. My body shudders, and I collapse on top of her. Her hands slide around me, and she holds me until my ragged breathing calms. Reluctantly, I pull out of her and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Seeing her blood on the latex fills me with overwhelming pride, and also makes me feel like shit. I hope I didn’t hurt her. Grabbing a wash cloth, I soak it in warm water. Walking back to the bedroom and seeing her lying in my bed, I know that’s where she belongs. She meets me at the foot of the bed, and slides her arms around my waist. I nudge her thighs apart and begin to clean her up.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“That’s because I know what I’m doing,” I reply with a smirk, relieved she’s okay.
“Yeah,” she giggles. “You definitely do. I’m glad you were my first,” she says before kissing my chest.
“Your first, your only, your last.”
“Last?”
“I just claimed you, woman. That’s something I thought I’d never do… with any woman. So guess what? There’s no getting rid of me.” With a smirk, I add, “I licked you, so you’re mine.”
She throws her head back, laughing. “I can’t believe it. I have an old man. Can I get my own bike?”
“If you want to.” I shrug, tossing the wash cloth into the hamper and picking up my clothes.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I toss her some shorts and a T-shirt.
“Your place, to get your stuff. You’re moving into this house. Tonight.”
“But—”
“I mean it, Raven. Your ass is mine and you’re moving in. Got it?”
“Got it.” She swallows hard, nervously getting dressed.
As we’re walking out of the bedroom, I gently push her against the wall. “When we get back, I’m tying you to that bed—”
“I know, I know… For a week.”
“That was before. A week will never be enough for me to get my fill of you.”
She slides her hands up my chest, and to the back of my neck. “How long?”
“As long as it takes. If I were you, I wouldn’t make any plans for the next couple of decades.”
“Decades?” she shrieks.
“I told you, Raven. You’re mine, and that means forever.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
There’s something I thought I’d never say to a woman. But here I am. I grab her hand and we hurry down the stairs. Calling Motor on the way, I tell him to meet me at Lonnie’s with a box truck. I’m eager to get back and start on this forever thing.
As I look over at her smiling face, I have a feeling forever still won’t be enough time for me to spend with Raven Alvarez.
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***Einstein***
I do.
At thirty-three, those are two words I thought I would have said by now. But here I am, no wife; not even a girlfriend. Not even a prospective girlfriend. This is why I hate going to weddings, but there is no way I would miss this one.
My best friend is married. I can’t believe it. I just watched Gage Hunter, the man who’s always said he’ll never have an old lady or a kid, stand before a priest with a grin on his face. Not only that, but Raven is six weeks into her pregnancy. That’s right—a woman and a baby. I couldn’t be happier for him. We’ve been best friends forever so it’s great to see him find his true love and settle down, start a family.
So why am I jealous?
Don’t get me wrong, I love Raven like a sister, and Gage is my brother. I guess I’m envious of what he has. Everything he’s never wanted is everything I’ve always craved. I want an old lady. I want the kids, and the house with the white picket fence. I want it all. I just can’t seem to find the right woman. I’m a doctor; the fucking holy grail of husbands and I can’t find a wife. It’s not from a lack of trying either. I haven’t fucked a Hound in years. Don’t see the point in wasting my time. I’d rather jack off than have meaningless sex every night. Being around my brothers, I know I’m in the minority, but at least now my best friend will understand. If I told Gage any of this shit before Raven, I’d be the constant butt of his jokes. Just look at him now.
Maybe being a member of the MC is what’s holding me back. Men like us don’t exactly attract the “right kind” of women. But Gage gives me hope. Raven is a good woman and they’re perfect for each other. I just need to wait. Patiently.
My best friend, however—always impatient—is rushing out the door with his new bride. Fucker couldn’t even wait for his own wedding reception to end.
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