RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (11 page)

***Gage***

I can’t remember the last time I just held a woman in my
arms. Hell, I don’t think I’ve
ever
done it. Yet here I am, and I don’t
want to fucking move. I want to stay like this, with her arms around me and her
breath on my neck. She smells so fucking good; I don’t even know how to
describe it. I trail my fingers up and down her thigh and she shivers.

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

She sits up and stares at me with tear-filled eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to hurt Chris.”

“It all comes down to who you want more, me or him. The
longer you stay with him, the more you’ll hurt him.”

“He’s all I have. What if in a few days you decide you don’t
want me anymore?”

“What if tomorrow he decides he doesn’t want you? There are
no guarantees.”

“True.”

I swipe a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “You’re way too
young to be this serious. There’ll be life beyond him. There’ll be life after
me, although I know that’s gonna be tough. It’s not easy getting over me,” I
joke, but not really. What can I say? The ladies love me.

She smiles and smacks my chest playfully, then wipes away
her tears.

“Okay, hot stuff. What about Lonnie? She’ll be furious.”

“I’ll take care of her.”

“Not yet, please? I need some time.”

“I’ll leave you out of it for now, but I
am
setting
her straight.”

“I think we should keep this quiet, at least until my
birthday.”

“I agree, but I want to see you.” I leave no room for
argument in my tone.

“How are we going to work that out?”

“I don’t know, but I bought us some time tonight so… what do
you wanna do?”

She shrugs and begins to play with the pendant on my
necklace.

“I was going to watch a movie before you got here.”

“Movie it is.”

She slides off my lap and I just want to pull her back. I
watch as she walks to the fridge, opens it, and peers inside. The Lord is my
shepherd, I see what I want. She’s bent over at just the right angle for
fucking. I want to smack that ass… pull her hair as I slide inside….

“You want something to drink, a snack? I made monkey bread.”

Her voice snaps me out of my fantasy. “Monkey bread? What
the fuck is that?”

She giggles, removes two bottles of water, and kicks the
fridge closed.

“You’ve never had monkey bread? It’s kinda like meatloaf,
just with monkey meat.”

I can’t believe she said that with a straight face. She
removes a covered plate from the oven and places it on the counter.

“That smart mouth of yours is going to get you a spanking
one day.”

“Spanking? You wish, biker boy.”

I make my way over to her as she removes two dessert plates
from the cabinet. She looks so… domestic. I can imagine coming home to her
making dinner… in sexy lingerie. Now
that
would be a sight to come home
to every day.

“You’ll learn pretty quickly that I always get what I want,
baby doll.”

She pulls off a piece of this “monkey bread” and offers it
to me. It smells good, like cinnamon and sugar.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Says the girl who was just on her knees.”

“Open.”

I take a bite and stop mid-chew as it hits my tongue. It’s
like a fucking orgasm in my mouth.

“Fuck. You made this?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“It’s amazing!”

“I know, right? It’s all sticky, gooey deliciousness.”

“I can think of something else that’s sticky, gooey, and
delicious.”

“What?”

I lick my lips and slide my gaze down her body. She visibly
shivers. Fuck, I love what I can do to her, even with just a look.

“Pussy.”

She scoffs in disgust and turns away, cutting slices of the
bread.

“Have several seats. Please,” she says, trying to put me in
my place.

“You’ll be the only one sitting... on my face.”

Her fingers begin to tremble and she’s trying hard not to
look affected.

“Jesus, Gage.”

“Now, obviously not all pussy tastes good, but I bet yours
does.”

The knife falls from her fingers. I turn her around and lift
her onto the counter. Her breathing gets erratic, her breasts rising and
falling rapidly with each breath. This is what gets me every fucking time.
Before I even touch her, I can see the effect I have on her, how much she wants
me. I step between her legs and grab her hips.

“It’s been a while since I ate pussy, but yours is
definitely on the menu.”

“Please… stop.”

She can’t even look me in the eyes; instead, her gaze is
fixed on my chest. I lean forward and whisper in her ear.

“I can’t wait to bury my tongue in your sweet pussy.”

She gasps and curls her fingers into my shirt, pulling me
closer. I trail my nose along her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. My dick is so
hard I could probably hammer nails with it.

“You remember how wet you were that night? Just imagine me
licking up all your juices, sucking on your clit, sliding my tongue inside
you.”

She whispers my name on a moan, shaking against me. I can
only imagine what it will be like when I make her come.

“Gage… please… touch me.”

Fuck! I pull away before I give in to her request.
Disappointment is written all over her face.

“I can’t, doll. I’ve already done way more than I should.”

“Please, it’s just you and me. Who’s going to know?”

“I will. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.” I lift her
down from the counter and cradle her face in my hands. I swear she gets more
beautiful each time I see her. “Not much longer, Raven. I’ll be so stuck to you
that you’ll be begging me to give you a break.”

“Promise?”

I chuckle and run my fingers through her hair. “Promise. And
I always keep my promises. Come on.”

I grab the plates with the bread and the bottles of water,
and then we head back to the living room. She brings up Netflix and chooses a
movie,
La Bamba
, then settles next to me on the couch, laying her head
on my chest. Less than ten minutes in, biker Bob takes young Rosie’s virginity.
How’s that for art imitating life? I just hope that will be the only
similarity. I don’t want to hurt her.

We quietly watch the movie and eat monkey bread, and I don’t
think I’ve been this relaxed or comfortable in a long time. No alcohol, no
smoking, no whores—what I’ve become accustomed to—and I’m actually enjoying
myself. That is until the kissing scene between Ritchie and Donna comes on and
I become all too aware of her again. She shifts uncomfortably and peeks up at
me, biting her bottom lip.

“Come here.”

She straddles my lap and as I look at her, the words of the
song in the background resonate in my mind.
You’re
mine
. She
cradles my face and slowly runs her thumb across the stubble on my jaw.

“
Tus ojos son hermosos
.”

I have no idea what she said, but I like the way it sounded.
I pull her to me and cover her lips with mine. She moans, parting them, and I
slip my tongue inside. Fuck, she tastes good, and it’s not just the cinnamon
and sugar, either. It’s her. She slides her fingers through my hair and rocks
her hips against me. My whole body comes alive. She rocks faster and my dick
begs to be released, to be lost inside her. I need to stop. If I don’t, I’m
going to fuck her and damn the consequences to Hell. I break the kiss and lay
my forehead on hers.

“I better go.”

“No, don’t stop.”

She presses her lips to mine, pulls on my bottom lip, then
slides her tongue into my mouth. I instinctively latch on, sucking on it
gently. Her fingers glide down my neck and a strange feeling runs through my
body. I haven’t felt anything like this since I was a teenager. Teenager. Fuck.

“No, we have to stop.”

She groans and climbs off, and I jump up before I lose my
nerve. I turn to her at the door.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

As I stare down at her, the need to fuck her threatens to
overtake my better judgment. That’s not good. I need to have my faculties about
me when dealing with her. She’s so young. I should be more careful. That
reminds me. There’s a little matter we need to take care of before I even think
about fucking her.

“I need you to see E.”

She looks up at me, brows furrowed in confusion.

“For what?”

“To get you on the pill.”

I have every intention of using condoms, but I can’t be too
careful. I don’t want to get her knocked up. She blushes and averts her eyes.

“Oh, okay.”

No objection. God, I wish she was older and I’d found her
sooner.

“Good. But just so you know, I’ll be using protection, too.
I always do.”

She nods, still unable to meet my gaze. I kiss her forehead
and close the door behind me, waiting until I hear the lock turn. I take a deep
breath as I walk down the driveway.
She’s mine. She’s finally mine.

My ringing phone wakes me from one of the best dreams I’ve
had in a long time. I smile at the name flashing on the screen.

“Hello.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Mm-hmm. When you said you would call, I didn’t think it
would be at the crack of dawn.”

“Sorry, didn’t sleep much last night. Had a lot of things on
my mind.”

“Was I one of those things?”

“You were the
main
thing, doll.”

I giggle and roll over onto my back.

“Did you dream about me?” he asks.

“What if I said yes?”

“Then I’d ask what I was doing.”

Embarrassment floods my body, and I could bet I probably
look like a beet right now. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Well, now you
have
to tell me.”

“You were… umm… between my legs.”

“And?” he prods.

“And you were… doing that thing.”

“What thing?”

“That you talked about last night.”

“What was I doing, Raven?”

His voice is gruff and his breaths come in hard puffs.

“You were licking me.”

“Where?”

“You know.”

Why do I suddenly feel so shy?

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Say ‘you were licking
my pussy’.”

“Oh, God! I can’t.”

“You cuss like a sailor so I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s not the cursing. It’s the entire sentence.”

“Say it.”

The
voice
. I can’t help myself. “You were
licking my pussy.” Ugh! I’m so humiliated. I want to crawl into a hole and die.

“Good girl.”

Humiliation exits stage left. “Good girl.” Every time he
says it, I feel the way I used to when I got a perfect score on a test. I want
to hear it more often. “You’re going to turn me out.”

Despite my bravado, I’m not as experienced as he might
think. I’ve had a few boyfriends but I haven’t had sex and I haven’t done much
of anything else either.

“And you’re going to give me blue balls. I think my hand is
going to become my best friend for the next six weeks.”

“You wanted to hear.”

“You don’t need to be scared, shy, or embarrassed with me.
You can tell me anything.”

“Okay,” I agree.

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing. It’s my day off.”

“I need to see you. Can I send for you later?” he asks
eagerly.

“Yes. I want to see you, too.”

“I have some work to do, but I’ll call you when I have it
all worked out.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Raven?”

“Hmm?”

“In your dream… did you come?”

Now his voice is more insistent, the huskiness returning.

“Yes.”

“Hard?”

“Very.”

“Jesus. I need another shower.”

I giggle as the image of him jerking off in the shower
enters my mind. These six weeks need to hurry up and be over.

“Later, doll.”

“Bye.”

I roll out of bed and practically float to the bathroom. I
can’t remember the last time I felt this good. It’s certainly the first time
since I moved here. I hook up my phone to some speakers and put my music on
shuffle. By mid-day, I’ve danced my way through breakfast, cleaning the house,
and doing all my laundry. The best part of it all—no Lonnie. She hasn’t
stumbled in yet. Whatever Gage did last night, it sure kept her busy. Since I’m
feeling so inspired today, I grab my sketchbook and pencil and head out to the
porch. I prop my feet up on the railing and set lead to paper. Not even
thinking, I let my hand slide over the surface. I lose myself completely,
stopping only when I realize that someone’s walking up the driveway.
Christopher.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hi.”

He leans down to kiss me and I turn my head so he gets my
cheek. He gives me a confused frown but sits next to me without a word. This is
stupid. I feel so guilty. The weird part is I don’t feel guilty for what I’ve
done. Chris is my boyfriend, yet I feel like I’m cheating on Gage. 

“You drew that?”

I look down at the page.
Holy shit.
It’s a reaper.
Not just any reaper but the one on Gage’s car. I didn’t even realize what I was
doing. I swallow hard.

“Yeah. You like it?”

“I didn’t know you could draw like that.”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mr.
Contreras.”

“I can see that. Why’d you draw that?”

“I don’t know. Saw it somewhere, I guess.”

“Somewhere?” I know that tone. The accusations are about to
come. “Where?”

“On a car, I think.”

“The Dealer’s car.”

“Chris—”

“
¿Están templando?
”

“No, I’m not fucking him!”

The same question Gage asked. Men can be the biggest
cheaters, but let them even
think
they’ve been cheated on and they
completely lose their shit.

“What do you expect me to think?”

“I expect you to trust me.” I can’t believe I just said
that. There’s been no sex but what I’ve done with Gage so far has totally
violated Chris’ trust.

“How can I when he’s acting like he owns you?”

“Nobody owns me.”

“Raven—”

“
Mira
, I’ve been having a pretty good day. If you’re
just going to spoil it by arguing, then you should leave.”

“So now I’m ruining your day. What? Am I interrupting your
fantasies about the Dealer?”

“You should go before you say something you’ll
really
regret.”

“Like what—”

“
¡Vete!
Just leave!”

I didn’t mean to shout, but other than the fact that he was
hitting close to home, I don’t want to end things with him on a bad note. I
should just get this over with and stop dragging it out.

“Chris, I’m sorry. You’re a great guy but—”

He grabs my hand, cutting me off and his eyes find mine in a
panic.

“Raven,
lo
siento
. I’m sorry.
Pero
, I
love you.”

The “L” word. The fucking “L” word. I already knew, and
Chrissy told me as much, but it’s different hearing him say it.

“Chris….”

“I know, it’s crazy. You don’t have to say it. It’s too soon
and all that. But I do.
Te
amo
,
Mami
.”

He looks so defeated, so hopeless. He’s going to be crushed.
But Gage is right, too. Why stay with him when I don’t feel the same?

“It’s okay. I know you’re not there yet. Just don’t rule me
out.”

“Oh, Chris….”

I don’t know what to do, what to say. This is not who I am.
I’m not some shy, indecisive weakling. What am I allowing these two men to do
to me? I feel horrible for what I’m doing to Chris. I throw my arms around his
neck and hold him tightly.  Am I really going to give him up for some
potentially good sex? No. I won’t. When I see Gage tonight, I’ll just have to
end it. End it? It’s not like we started anything. I’ll just tell him that I
changed my mind. It’s the best thing to do. The right thing.