“And what about me? Am I supposed to sit back and watch you run around with the boy? You’re asking me for something you don’t seem willing to give. Maybe you’re just like Lonnie after all.”
Why the fuck did I say that? Shit. She stands frozen to the spot, staring at me in open-mouthed shock and disbelief.
I step toward her and she plants her palms on my chest, pushing me away. I take another step and she pummels my chest with her little fists.
“You motherfucker!”
“Raven, stop!”
I grab her wrists and we engage in a battle of death stares. She pulls away and then surprises the hell out of me when she grabs my shirt and drags me toward her, pressing her lips to mine. I force her against the wall and fucking own her lips. I have never kissed a woman like this before. It’s as if I’m pouring out all my rage and frustration, focusing all my energy into this one act. She claws at me like she’s unsure what to do with her hands. One second she’s grabbing my shirt, the next it’s my face, and then my hair.
She parts her lips, letting me in, and then I own her tongue, too. She moans, writhing against me. I taste every sweet inch of her mouth, grabbing her ass and pulling her to me. Squeezing her firm cheeks, I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my hips and I push into the wall, pressing my dick against her pussy. I slide my hands under her top and up her back, desperate to feel her skin. She quivers, whimpering loudly. All the while, we’re going at each other’s lips like some ravenous creatures. She breaks the kiss, trying to catch her breath, and I sink my teeth into her neck.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Gage…”
“No one else, Raven. No one touches you but me.”
“Raven?”
I turn my head to see who the soft, shaky voice came from. Raven gasps, unhooks her legs from around me, and shrieks in horror, “Chris!”
***Raven***
Fuck, fuck, fuck! The shattered look on his face grabs my heart in a chokehold. He looks like he’s about to be sick. I can’t blame him. I can’t even imagine what’s going through his mind right now. He just shakes his head and walks away.
“Chris, wait!” I untangle myself from Gage and chase him down, but he ignores me. I grab his hand and he turns to me in a rage.
“I asked you about him and you lied!”
“You asked me if we’re having sex. We’re not.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“We’ve kissed. That’s it.”
“That’s it?” he mocks me. “Oh, that’s fine then.”
“I know you’re angry, but please –”
“I love you. Do you understand that?”
The tears that were forming in my eyes spill over and race down my cheeks.
“You had something going with him before we started dating, didn’t you?”
“We kissed.”
“What is he? Some kind of pedophile?”
“He didn’t know my age.”
“Aah, now I get it. With your birthday coming up, he’s sniffing around you again.”
“Chris, I swear I didn’t want…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Well, you have. And for what? Some guy who’s just going to fuck you and then toss you out like garbage.” He practically spits the words at me.
“I get your anger, but there’s no need to be mean.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“I…I don’t know.” I honestly don’t.
“Great. You know what? Have fun with the biker trash.”
“Chris…”
“Oh, by the way, ask him about Janet Presley.”
He walks away and this time I let him leave. What have I done? My knees buckle, but I’m caught before I hit the ground.
“It’s okay, doll. I got you.”
He picks me up and I bury my face in his neck as I bawl my eyes out. When he sets me down, I open my eyes and see I’m in the passenger seat of his car. “Where are we going?”
“I’m getting you out of here.”
“But Chrissy –”
“I’ll have the boys take care of her.”
He buckles my seat belt, closes the door, and then slides in next to me. I stare out my window, feeling absolutely numb. I’m the scum of the Earth. Worse than that. I’m the scum on the bottom of the shoe of the scum of the Earth. I should have told him instead of him finding out this way. I watch the scenery change as Gage drives, not knowing where we’re going and not caring. He takes my hand and gives it a light squeeze.
“You’ll be okay, babe. I’m here.”
I turn to look at him and remember Chris’ last words. “Who’s Janet Presley?”
His jaw clenches and I see the anger in his eyes before he looks away. “Where did you hear that name?”
“Who is she?”
“Just some chick. She’s not important.”
“What happened to her?”
“Nothing. She moved away a couple years ago.”
“Was she your girlfriend?”
“What? Hell no.”
I watch him grip the wheel tightly. She means something to him. I’m not sure what, but I’m not in the frame of mind to figure it out. I have my own shit to deal with.
“Fuck.” he says, glancing in the rear-view mirror.
“What is it?”
“Two bikes behind us. Been there for a while.”
“So?”
“So? What bikers you know ride along diligently through traffic?”
He has a point.
“You think they’re following us?”
“Let’s see.”
He accelerates and I watch in the mirror on my side as the bikes speed up, too. Then they pull out from behind us.
“I think they’re going to pass us.” I tell him.
“Shit!”
One of them pulls up next to Gage’s window.
“What is he doing?” I exclaim in a panic.
I look around frantically for the other rider and almost swallow my tongue as I stare through my window and down the barrel of a gun.
Oh. Shit.
To be continued....
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~~~~Alana~~~~
***Tempted, book 2 coming soon!***
With Raven’s birthday drawing closer, will Gage keep waiting or will he lose his patience and take what he believes is his?
Also available from me:
Rock Hard: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories
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