Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3

by Sapphire, Alana

  “You’re welcome.” She giggles as she slides out of bed.

  “For what? You should be thanking me, doll.”

  “Asshole,” she grumbles as she walks into the bathroom.

  I chuckle, dragging my ass out of bed and stepping into my boxers. I find her in the bathroom messing with her hair. I observe her, with what must be a silly grin on my face. Before I met her, I never would have thought a woman could make me this happy. And it’s not just the sex. Everything about her fits me. I’m pretty sure God made her especially for me. Honestly, it both excites and worries the fuck out of me.

  “You gonna stand there all day with that stupid grin or you gonna brush your teeth?”

  “Haven’t decided. With a view like this, brushing my teeth is overrated,” I reply.

  She drops her hands and turns her head toward me, raising a brow. “Aren’t you a regular Romeo this morning?”

  I walk to the toilet, pulling my dick out on the way. She watches me in the mirror, licking her lips.

  “If that’s how Juliet woke him up in the morning, then I totally get the story now.”

  She rolls her eyes at me then her gaze drops to my dick. Fuck, she’s going to make me hard again. I waggle my brows at her. “Wanna hold it for me?”

  “Perv.”

  I laugh, watching as she removes a box from the medicine cabinet and pops a pill. “What’s that?”

  “Birth control.”

  The moment the words leave her mouth, my gaze slides down to her stomach. As I brush my teeth, I imagine her with a belly, a baby growing inside. My baby. A little girl, beautiful like her mom, who I would totally spoil, or a little boy I can teach to ride. I’ve never wanted kids. They’re either targets or will end up as collateral damage. I love them, but I just don’t think my lifestyle is conducive to raising them. I couldn’t imagine a child of mine getting hurt because of me. It would kill me, and I’m man enough to admit that scares the hell out of me. Now, as I stare at Raven, the prospect doesn’t seem so scary. In fact, it’s looking fucking amazing. Raven, pregnant with a little Gage? I think that’s exactly what I need.

  Done with my morning routine, I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. “I think I just figured out a way to quiet that smart mouth of yours permanently.”

  “How, sew it shut?”

  “Put a baby in you.”

  She steps out of my arms and spins to face me, mouth hanging open in shock. “What?”

  “I said I’m going to put a baby in you. Then you won’t have time to be a smart ass.”

  “I thought you didn’t want kids?”

  “I didn’t.”

  “And now you do?”

  “Yeah. With you.” She just stares at me. The shock wears off and then she scrunches up her face, observing me as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious. I take her hand and pull her into my arms. “See? It’s already working.”

  She smacks my chest and leans in to me. I lift her onto the sink, step between her legs, and trail my nose along her neck. Fucking love the way she smells.

  “So violent,” I tease.

  “Gage, be serious.”

  “I am.”

  “I’m too young for that shit.”

  “Says who?” I ask, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her head falls back and she pushes out her chest, thrusting her breasts toward me. I squeeze one as I trail my tongue across her neck. She shivers, her breaths coming out shaky. “You’re my woman, and I want my baby in your belly.”

  She replies with a moan, pulling my face to her neck. I lift her shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor. Jesus, my woman is gorgeous. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” I kiss my way down her sternum then devote my attention to her nipples. Her legs tighten around my hips and she whimpers, pulling on my hair. “How do they feel?”

  “Better,” she answers on a moan.

  As I move down her stomach, she pulls harder on my hair.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “What does it look like?”

  “No, Gage.”

  “The fuck you mean ‘no’?”

  “I need a shower.”

  “Do I look like I care?” I ask as I press my lips to her stomach.

  “Well, I do.”

  I get in her face and grab a handful of her hair to keep her eyes on me. This shit needs to stop.

  “Why do I have to keep reminding you? Whose pussy is this?”

  “Mine. And right now, it needs a shower.”

  “Fuck what you think. It’s mine and I’ll take it when, where, and how I want.” I pry her legs open and prepare to feast on her sweet pussy, but her trembling voice stops me.

  “Gage, please...”

  I look up at her and see the nervous expression on her face. It’s fucking borderline scared. Shit. Compromise is the name of the game. She watches me as I plug the sink and fill it half-way.

  “What are you doing now?”

  I lean in and feel her shiver as I place my lips at her ear. “We’ll do it your way, babe. But then I’m going to eat you in every position I can fucking think of.”

  ***Raven***

  I watch him keenly as he retrieves my body wash from the shower. If he thinks he can drop that bomb on me then distract me with sex, he’s seriously mistaken. This conversation is not over. He picks me up and places me directly above the sink. What the fuck?

  “What do you think you’re –?”

  Unnnnhhh...

  A pinch on my clit sends the words down my throat. He snickers at my moan and fills his palm with water. Slowly, he lets it trickle down my pussy, following the liquid with his fingers. He slides them up and down my lips and teases my clit. I bite my lip, staring at him as he squirts body wash into his palm. Our eyes meet, gazes locking. I swallow hard at the heat in the intense, blue stare. It could surely disintegrate the panties off any woman. He works up a lather on my mound and makes his way down. Gage Hunter, you’re something else. He could have easily let me take a shower but no, he’s going to wash me so he can eat me out. Baby Jesus.

  He circles my clit then parts my lips with his middle finger, his index and ring fingers on either side of them. His smirk mocks me as he slides up and down, around then repeats. On a downward motion, he slips his middle finger inside me. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into them. He leans down to pull a nipple into his mouth and I suck a breath through my teeth. They’re much better than last night, but not totally recovered. He swirls his tongue around it then trails kisses up my sternum and to my neck, sucking on my skin. A moan slips past my lips and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me. His finger slides out of me and travels toward my anus. I clench, an objection on the tip of my tongue.

  “Shh…I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he assures me.

  He rinses the soap from my body then pulls me to the edge of the sink before dropping to his knees. My breathing accelerates as I watch him. He’s just staring at my pussy, angling his head this way and that, as if committing the image to memory. Finally, he leans forward and inhales deeply.

  “Remember when I told you that you smell like my favorite meal?”

  I can’t speak so I try to nod. I think I did, but I’m not sure. The hunger in his eyes is debilitating. He trails his nose along my lips and takes another deep breath, keeping our gazes locked. I fight to keep my eyes open.

  “Now, you are my favorite meal.”

  He buries his face in my pussy, curling his arms around my thighs. His tongue snakes out, gliding over my lips to find my clit. I cry out, fisting my hand in his hair. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, so the scruff on his jaw prickles against the skin on my inner thighs.

  “Fuck, Gage…”

  He rises, picking me up and taking me back to the bedroom. Setting me down, he lands a gentle smack on my thigh.

  “Face down, ass up, baby doll.”

  I move into position, watching between my legs as he sits on the floor, his back to me. Droppi
ng his head on the bed, he pulls me down to meet his lips. He sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue before sliding it inside me. I grab the sheets, desperately trying to keep my trembling legs from giving out. He smacks my ass, squeezing the cheek as his tongue drives me insane.

  “Gage…”

  Before I can take my next breath, he flips me over. He pushes my legs back, flat on my chest, smiling up at me as he pulls my clit back into his mouth. My moans and whimpers get out of control as I feel my orgasm approaching.

  “Don’t come,” he warns.

  What? “I can’t stop it!”

  He releases my legs and rises to his feet, glowering down at me. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.” He unceremoniously drags me to the edge of the bed and spins me around. My head and shoulders are hanging off the bed, so I grab his calves to keep from falling. He leans forward and his tongue is in my pussy again. I squirm, unable to keep still as it moves relentlessly between my lips.

  “Dios!”

  He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the bed. Dear, sweet baby Jesus. This man has me dangling upside-down. What the hell would you even call this position? Vertical sixty-nine? Fuck. He starts licking at my clit and I forget my inverted orientation. I grab his thighs to steady myself as mine tremble uncontrollably.

  “Raven?”

  “Hmm?”

  “My dick ain’t gonna suck itself, babe.”

  ***Gage***

  “Don’t you look like the cat that got into the cream?” E grins as I take the stool next to him at the bar.

  “I don’t know about the cream, but I definitely got into the cat.”

  I know I’m wearing a goofy smile. After two blow jobs and having Raven’s taste still on my lips, I’m in Heaven.

  “I can tell.” He motions to my mouth. “You still got some hair in your teeth.”

  “Fuck you.” I chuckle. “My baby keeps a clean house.”

  He waggles his brows at me. “I know.”

  That wipes the smile from my face. I grind my teeth, absolutely furious at his smug expression. Before I can stop myself, I launch at him. Grabbing the sides of his cut, I yank him off the stool and slam his back against the bar. He loses the smirk but doesn’t try to fight back.

  “What’s that supposed to mean, motherfucker?”

  “I’m her gynecologist. What do you think it means?”

  “You’re supposed to be her doctor,” I growl. “You been thinking about my woman’s pussy?”

  I pull my fist back, ready to smash his face in when I hear Raven’s shriek.

  “Gage! What are you doing? Let him go!” She rushes over and tries to get between us. “You!” she screams at the guys standing around. “Why are you just watching? Do something!”

  I release him reluctantly and take a step back. She turns to E, fussing over him like a mother hen.

  “I’m fine, Raven. Reaper here just got a little carried away.”

  “What are you fighting about?”

  “It’s just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Are you sure?” She glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “Positive.”

  “Okay.” She turns to me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Behave. Me and Chrissy are gonna hang out. I’ll be back later.”

  She kisses me on the cheek but when she tries to leave, I tug her back into my arms. I cover her lips with mine, not out of any need to feel them but to show everyone she’s mine. I grab her ass, glaring at E the entire time, but he just sits there smiling. Raven moans and snakes her arms around my neck, effectively blocking out everyone but her. My body takes over and I kiss her like I should – because she’s my woman and not to prove a point.

  “I think the message has been sent,” she says with a wink when we break apart. “Later, Reaper.”

  I watch her ass as she damn near skips out. Fuck. All that is mine? Fuckin’ right. I nod to Booker, motioning to Raven, and he follows her out. E slaps my back as we sit around the bar once more.

  “I’m going to tell you one more time, Gage.” He twists his body to face me, all mirth gone. “Get her that cut. Call Joe and get him working on a design for your ink.”

  I shake my head as my senses return. I can’t believe I went off on E like that. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “That woman is yours, brother. Do it. Claim her.”

  CHAPTER 22

  ***Raven***

  “Bitch, I haven’t seen you since that night at Scythe. What have you been doing?”

  I blush bright red, giving Chrissy a shy smile. Her mouth drops open and she quickly moves closer. We’ve been shopping and are now sitting in the food court at the mall, having lunch.

  “Spill it.”

  “Well…” I don’t know how to describe the last few days to her. Perfect? Heavenly? My wildest dreams come true? All words seem to pale in comparison to the reality of my life. “Chrissy, he’s amazing.”

  “You think you’re getting away with that vague non-answer? Bitch, please! We didn’t get to talk about it much before, but you’re not getting away now. Is he big?”

  “Huge.”

  Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “Obviously, he knows how to use it. The look on your face says it all.”

  “Definitely. And oh, my God…his tongue…” A shiver darts up my spine as the memory of this morning surfaces. Again. Fuck, that tongue of his!

  Chrissy squeals, bouncing in her seat. “I’m so happy for you, Ray! You deserve this. I bet you’ll get that property cut now.”

  “I don’t know,” I say, chewing my bottom lip. “I told him I love him.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Nothing. He just kissed me.”

  “What? That was a real dick move.”

  I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yeah, but then he asked me to say it again later that night.”

  “Really? What’s his deal?”

  “I don’t know. It’s karma, isn’t it? Chris loved me and I treated him like crap, so I ended up with someone I love who won’t love me back.”

  I stare down at my drink dejectedly, playing with the straw. Chrissy takes my hand and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

  “Don’t give up. That man loves you. I believe it in my heart. I see the way he is with you. He’s just being a man, trying to hide his true feelings.”

  “You think so?” I ask hopefully.

  “Definitely.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Come on.” She starts picking up our bags. “We have one more stop to make.”

  “Where?”

  She gives me a cheeky grin. “Victoria’s Secret.”

  We enter the store and she makes a beeline for the sexy lingerie section. She starts pulling things from the racks and tossing them at me.

  “What are you doing later?” she asks.

  “I don’t know. I have some laundry I need to take care of.”

  “God,” she whines. “You’re so domestic.”

  “It’s that or have the Hounds do it. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want them anywhere near Gage or his things.”

  “True. I thought you guys were going to move into his house?”

  “He hasn’t mentioned it since then. I’m definitely going to bring it up, though. The clubhouse is okay, but we need our own space.”

  “Listen to you,” she teases. “We need our own space. Spoken like a true old lady.”

  “I’m playing the role without the official title. He keeps saying I’m his woman but with a man like him, I have no idea what that means. It could just be a step up from a Hound.”

  I pick up a black lace babydoll with a corset-style back and wonder if he’ll like it. He did say I’m his baby doll…

  “Please, Ray. You are so far from a Hound. If anyone should be questioning their position, it’s me.”

  “Why? What’s going on with you and Ron?”

  “You mean ‘Charger’?” she asks, referring to
his new road name. “I swear he’s a totally different person since he was patched in.”

  “How?”

  “He spends all his time working on those stupid cars, and he doesn’t even talk to me anymore. All of a sudden, everything is ‘club business’.”

  “Yeah. I’ve been there.”

  “Gage is the president. Does he talk to you about the club? What goes on?”

  “He tells me what he can.” I shrug. “The rest I just leave alone.”

  “Here, try this,” she says absentmindedly as she hands me a Chantilly lace teddy that doesn’t really cover anything. “I don’t know. He’s not fun anymore. That’s the major reason I started seeing him.”

  “He’s a new member, still adjusting. Give him some time.”

  She turns to me, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m just being a big bitch.”

  “Just a little one.” I giggle.

  “Let’s go out later. I need some girl time.”

  “Bet.”

  “Awesome.”

  “Come on.” I throw my arm around her. “Let’s go try this stuff on. Maybe you’ll find something that’ll loosen his tongue.” I waggle my brows at her and she bursts out laughing. These men have no idea what they’re in for.

  ***Gage***

  I open the door and find her dancing while ironing my shirt. She looks up from her task, gives me a radiant smile, then returns her attention to the shirt. She has her earbuds in so I don’t know what song she’s listening to, but based on her movements, whatever it is I love it. My focus is split between her jiggling tits and rolling hips. My dick is already straining against my zipper. Without her noticing, I unplug the iron and stand behind her.

  “I know what you’re up to, mister. At least let me finish first.”

  I slide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts, gently squeezing them. She stands the iron on its base and leans into me with a moan. I trail my nose along her ear then use my teeth to pull the earbud out by the cord.

  “Can’t wait.”

  I slip a hand into her top and pull out a breast. Fuck, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She leans closer, grinding her ass on my dick. Jesus Christ. I release her other breast, squeezing and rotating both. Tits are really nothing but two magnificent lumps of fat, but God sure knew what he was doing when he thought of them. And Raven’s? Shit. If it wasn’t for her pussy, I could play with them all day. Speaking of pussy, I move slowly down, sliding my hand into her shorts and right under her panties. When I touch her wet clit, she grinds harder. I move lower, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.