RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (16 page)

“That girl in there? She’s not the type you play with, son.”

“I know.”

“So, you plan on keeping her around then?”

“Maybe.”

He places a firm hand on my shoulder and holds my stare. I
haven’t seen Chopper this intense in a long time. Since he stepped down as
president, he’s been doing the whole retiree and grandpa thing. Even though he
still attends church, he rarely speaks and only gives advice when I ask for it.
For him to offer it up on his own is serious business, so I listen carefully.

“Consider this. She just shot a man, almost took a bullet
for you and she’s in your bed right now. She didn’t run for the hills, or
worse, to the cops.”

He gives my shoulder a squeeze and leaves me in the
corridor. He’s right. She didn’t have to do what she did. Afterwards, she could
have told me to take her home and fuck off, but she didn’t.

I open the door and the sight before me stops me in my
tracks. This is definitely some shit I never expected to see—a woman asleep in
my bed. I close the door and approach her quietly. She’s curled up under the
blanket, her face peaceful and absolutely beautiful. I contemplate going to
sleep in E’s room but I don’t want to leave her alone, so I undress and slide
under the covers. I lie there for about two minutes before I give in to the
call of her warm body. I need to feel her. I curl my arm around her waist and
pull her against me, her back to my front. She sighs in her sleep and settles
into my arms.
Jesus, she feels amazing.
I close my eyes and drift off to
E’s words swirling in my mind.
First Lady
.

I wake up tangled with someone else’s body and something
hard poking my stomach. A solid wall of man slowly comes into focus when I open
my eyes. My forehead rests on Gage’s hard, tattooed chest and his scent fills
my nostrils. I savor the sight, smell, and feel of him until the gravity of the
situation hits me.
I slept in his bed. All. Night. Shit.
I carefully
detach myself and slide off the bed.
Baby Jesus.
Even this early in the
morning, he looks utterly fuckable. I shake it off and head to the bathroom. I
seriously need to pee.

I wash my hands and face and eye his toothbrush longingly.
Why the hell not? We’ve already swapped spit. I walk back into the room with
minty-fresh breath. He’s still asleep, so I climb back into bed. The moment I
do, his eyes snap open. Surprise. That’s what I see. I guess he’s not used to
waking up next to anyone. But then he relaxes and pulls me toward him with a
smile.

“Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

“I did.”

“You sound surprised,” I mock him, remembering our little
phone sexcapade.

“I am.”

He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I lay my head on
his chest and throw my leg over his. It connects with his morning wood.

“Shit. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He returns from the bathroom a few minutes later with a
smile and a noticeably absent bulge. After sliding under the covers, he pulls
me back into his arms.

“You used my toothbrush.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. Use anything you like. Including me.”

“That last part sounds good.”

“Yeah?” He smirks. “Come here. I need a proper good
morning.”

Excitement courses through my veins as I lean in and press
my lips to his. He sucks on them, biting into the bottom one and pulling on it
before sliding his tongue between them.
Fuck, this man can kiss.
I moan
as he pulls my head back by my hair and sucks on my neck.

“My T-shirt looks good on you,” he mumbles, his breath
causing goosebumps to pepper my skin.

I was so sleepy after he left me last night, I knew I wasn’t
going to get farther than his bed. I don’t know why I did it but I searched his
drawers, changed into his shirt, and climbed right back under the covers.

“Mm-hmm… wanna wear mine?” I all but swallow a giggle when
his palm connects with my ass. “Ow!”

“Fuck, babe! You’re not wearing any clothes?”

I
am
wearing clothes. Well, his T-shirt and my
panties. “I’m not naked.”

“Fuck.”

He crushes my lips beneath his and grabs a handful of my
ass, squeezing hard. Just like last night, we tear at each other’s lips, caught
up in a frenzy. I reach down and as I’m about to grab his dick, there’s a knock
at the door. He lets out an angry growl and rips his lips from mine.

“Fuck off!” he yells.

He turns back to me but whoever it is knocks again. I giggle
at his annoyed expression.

“I said fuck off!”

“Sorry, boss. The sheriff is here,” the intruder says from
behind the door.

“Fuck. Stay here. Don’t need him seeing you.”

He drags on his jeans and shirt from last night and closes
the door behind him. A few minutes later, I hear his voice. I peek through his
window, which gives me a perfect view of the courtyard, and I see him talking
to the sheriff.

“Got reports last night of two men on motorcycles chasing
and shooting at a car,” the sheriff addresses Gage.

“I can assure you, Sheriff, neither I nor any of my men were
chasing or shooting at any cars.”

“For once, I believe you.”

Gage scoffs. “Oh, really? Why?”

“Description of the car being shot at matches your Mustang.”

Oh, shit.
I look closely at Gage. He’s super cool,
showing no signs of fear or even anxiety. He’s great under pressure. His
actions last night proved that.

“I don’t see how that’s possible. Car’s been in the shop,
getting some more modifications done.”

The sheriff doesn’t look convinced. “Where you were last
night around eleven?”

“I was at Chiquita’s. Two of my guys were with me and can
verify that. Along with everyone else who saw me there.”

“Mind if I take a look at your car?” He jerks his chin
toward the trailer. “Or maybe just what’s in that trailer there.”

Oh, no.
If I remember anything from last night, it’s
that the car, along with two dead bodies, are in that trailer.

“You got a warrant?” Gage asks.

“You got something to hide?”

They stare each other down until Gage chuckles and shakes
his head.

“You know what? Since we’re such good friends…”

The way he said “friends” indicates they’re anything
but
friends.

“I’ll do you a favor,” he continues. “I’ll let you look in
my trailer, without a warrant, just to ease your mind.”

“Appreciate it,” the sheriff replies dryly.

Gage motions to one of the guys who then springs into action
and moves toward the trailer. I hold my breath.
Dear God, I’m about to go to
prison for murder.
I watch as the guy climbs into the trailer and some
others attach a ramp to it. Seconds later, the Mustang comes rolling down,
looking like it just came off the lot.
What the fuck?
How did they
fix it so quickly?
The detective walks to the trailer and peers inside. He
turns back to Gage with a not-so-pleased look. I can tell he knows he’s been
duped.
Damn, these guys are good.

“Well… thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hunter. Have a
nice day.”

“You, too, Sheriff Renley.”

He takes one last look around then climbs into his patrol
car and drives away. I let out the breath I’ve been holding.
That was close.
I turn away from the window and see my jacket and phone sitting on the
chair in the corner. I hit the big, red punching bag as I pass by, grab my
phone, and climb back onto the bed. His room is neat but pretty basic—the bed,
a chest of drawers, a nightstand. There’s also a flat screen TV mounted on the
wall. Lying on my stomach, I check my messages. Just a few calls and texts from
Chrissy. I better call her back.

“Ray! Where the hell are you?” she answers in a panicked
voice.

“I’m fine. I’m at the clubhouse.”

“Oh, shit! Did you stay there last night?”

“Yes….”

“Oh, my God! Did you—”

I quickly cut her off. “No! Nothing happened. We just
slept.”

“In the same bed?”

“Yeah….”

“Girl, you have nerves of steel. I woulda tapped that.”

“Yeah, well… no one’s tapping anything.”

“Yet,” she says with a giggle.

“Whatever. I need a favor.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“I need some clothes. And clean underwear. And shoes… oh,
and my phone charger.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll ask Ron if he can pick you up. I think I saw stars in
your eyes last night when he whispered in your ear,” I tease.

“Oh, Lord, Ray… he’s gorgeous! I’ve had a crush on him since
forever.”

“Did you give him your number?”

“Of course.”

“Great. I’ll have him call you and you can work out pick-up.
You remember where the spare key is?”

“Yup.”

“Lonnie won’t be home for hours, so you don’t have to worry
about her.”

“Great! I’ll see you later.”

“’Kay.” I stop her before she hangs up. “Chrissy? How is
he?”

“Not good. Locked himself in his room and won’t come out.”

“You think he’d talk to me?”

“Just give it some time. He’s hurt and angry. He needs some
time to cool off.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hang up and bury my face in the bed. I’m a horrible,
horrible person. If I had listened to Gage, I would have broken up with him a long
time ago. Even if I wasn’t going to be with Gage, I knew I wasn’t that into
Chris. Instead, I made him fall in love me.

“Jesus Christ, woman! Where are your clothes?”

I look up just as Gage slams the door. “Clothes?”

“Clothes!”

He motions toward me and I look down. The shirt rode up and
my ass is out. My lace boy shorts don’t exactly cover much. “You’re scared of a
little skin?” I smirk at him.

“You’re the one who should be scared. Do you realize where
you are?”

I tug on his hand until he falls onto the bed. He pulls me
to him before he even stops bouncing. “Whatever. You’re not gonna do anything.”

“I’m not, huh? Just wait. I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth
right out of you.”

“You think that’s the answer to everything, don’t you? If
you don’t like something, you’re going to fuck it out of me?”

“Absolutely. Or just shut you up. You won’t exactly be able
to use that smart mouth with my dick in your throat.”

“Oh, God!
I
may have a smart mouth but
you
have a dirty one. Clean it up with Orbit.”

“You love my dirty mouth. We both know how wet it gets you.”

“Really? How wet?”

“Dripping wet… soak-your-panties wet.”

I draw a ragged breath as I feel that exact thing happening.
Goddamn it but he’s right.

“Maybe you should teach a class. Panty Wetting 101.”

“The only panties I’m interested in getting wet are yours,”
he says, licking his lips.

I swallow hard as I stare into his eyes. “Yeah? Why don’t
you see if it’s working?”

“Raven….”

I ignore the warning in his voice and straddle his hips,
sitting directly on his growing erection.

“What are you doing?”

I adjust my position and discover the wonderful thing known
as friction. I don’t know if it’s the roughness of his jeans or the hardness
beneath it but whatever it is, it’s awesome. I rock my hips and he grabs them,
steadying me.

“Don’t,” he commands.

I cover his hands with mine and slide forward then back. He
closes his eyes, the internal struggle evident on his face. He wants me to
stop, but he also wants me to keep going. I want to keep going. I roll my hips,
grinding my pussy against his crotch. He groans and his fingers dig into my
hips. I place my hands on his chest, grabbing at his shirt as the sweetest
sensations flow through my body.

“Gage....”

He opens his eyes and I lean forward, sucking his bottom lip
into my mouth. He takes over, deepening the kiss and pressing down on my hips.
With the angle and him controlling my movements, I feel like I’m about to come
any second. I moan, moving faster and faster as I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, babe.”

He rolls over, putting me beneath him, then tries to pull
away. I wrap my legs around him and keep him in place as I grind on him. He is
not
denying me this. “Gage, please… I’m almost there.”

“Fuck.”

He adjusts his hips and presses down on me harder. When he
begins to move with me, it intensifies
everything
. I grab his shoulders
and clench my muscles, too far gone now to stop. “Gage!” My legs tremble and my
whole body shakes beneath him. I thought my fingers were good but holy hell, I
may never use them again. I smile up at him as I try to catch my breath.

“Wow.”

He lays his forehead on mine and mumbles, “You’re the one
who should be called Reaper… ’cause you’re killing me slowly but surely.”

Damn. Where did that come from?
I raise my lips to
his and kiss him softly. “That was sweet.”

“Sweet?” He scoffs and drops down next to me, supporting his
head on his palm. “It’s sweet that you’re killing me?”

“No, of course not. It’s sweet of you to admit that I affect
you, too.”

“That’s what you call it? ‘Affect’?”

He takes my hand, presses it to his crotch, and I curl my
fingers around what feels like a steel pole.
Does he always get this hard?
Or is it just with me?
I’d like to think that, but I highly doubt it.

“You feel that?” he asks. “You turn my dick into a fuckin’
brick wall. All I want to do is fuck you until you come, screaming my name,
then change positions and start all over. So, yeah, you ‘affect’ me.”

I swallow hard, sliding my fingers up and down his dick. We
stare into each other’s eyes until something snaps inside him and he grabs my
hand.

“I know it’s your favorite color and all, but I don’t need
the blue balls. You have any idea how much that shit hurts?”

“Well, I can’t experience it but I know it involves pain and
fluid congestion in the testicles, so it can’t be pleasant.”

“The fuck, Raven?” His eyes widen in shock. “How the fuck do
you know
exactly
what it is?”

“I told you, I read a lot.”

“And why the fuck are you reading about balls?”

I raise a shoulder in a shrug and drop my gaze. It’s not
like I had a mother to teach me anything. Daddy would never talk about that
stuff with me and Lonnie barely talked to me at all. How else was I going to
learn? “I didn’t really have anyone to talk to, ask questions. I turned to
books instead.”

I hear him take a deep breath before he pulls me into his
arms, cradling my head on his chest. I throw my arm and leg over him and settle
in against him.

“It’s okay, doll. You have me now.”

I haven’t felt as at peace in a long time as I do in this
very moment. I have him. I have him, and that means I’m no longer alone.
I
have him
. He holds me in his arms and we lie there for a long time, not
saying anything, just being together. That is until my growling stomach
interrupts our quiet companionship.

“Hungry?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Starving. What’s for breakfast?”

“I wish it was your pussy.”

“And Mr. Dirty Mouth is back.”

“He never left, baby doll. I’m gonna take a shower then get
you something to eat.”

“Okay.”

He adjusts himself as he walks to his chest of drawers. As I
watch him choose boxers, the scene between him and the sheriff replays in my
mind. I have so many questions about last night and this morning. Why were
those men chasing us? Who were they? Are there others? Will they come after us,
too? Where did the bodies go?

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“Who were those men from last night?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out.”

“What happened to the... the bodies?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”

“But—”

“Raven,” he cuts me off. “I can’t tell you, so stop asking.
Besides, the less you know, the better.”

“Gage, I’m scared.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and palms the back of my
neck, pulling my face close to his. A firm but gentle squeeze ensures I’m
looking in his eyes.

“I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you, Raven. I promise.”

“But—”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust that I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

I bite into my bottom lip and nod. I
do
trust him,
and after seeing him in action last night, I trust him with my life.

“Good,” he says, rising and grabbing his boxers off the bed.
That reminds me.

“I asked Chrissy to bring me some clothes. Think you could
get Ron to pick her up?”

“Sure, babe.”

He taps something out on his phone then tosses it on the
bed. I stare at it as he heads to the bathroom. I’ve never seen a guy do that…
ever. He not only left one, but
two
phones sitting around. He either has
nothing to hide or trusts me enough to know I won’t go through them. Either
way, he just earned major points. I grab my own phone and check Facebook,
Twitter, and Instagram. Chris has updated his status to “single” and removed
his profile picture of the two of us.
Well
,
then
. It stings, but
at least he hasn’t posted anything nasty about me. Despite Chrissy’s advice, I
try calling him. His phone goes straight to voicemail. I take a deep breath and
wait for the
beep
.

“Chris... I know I’m the last person you want to talk to,
but...I just need you to know that I never wanted to hurt you. I should have
been honest with you. There are a lot of things I should have done, and I’m
sorry. It won’t change anything, but I am. I’m sorry.”

I hang up and just lie there, staring into space. I didn’t
ask for forgiveness because frankly, I don’t deserve it. If he responds by
calling me a lying, cheating cunt, I wouldn’t blame him. I deserve to be called
every name in the book in addition to any new ones he can come up with. He
doesn’t reply though, and it makes me feel that much worse.

Chrissy’s voice precedes a knock on the door. I check the
time on my phone and realize I’ve been lying here for almost an hour. Gage is
still in the shower. Damn. He must be running a marathon in there.

“Come in.”

Ron opens the door, greeting me as he ushers Chrissy in.
“Hey, Raven.”

“Hey, Ron. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

They make googly eyes at each other and then he leaves,
walking backwards so they’re still looking at each other. Once he’s gone,
Chrissy closes the door and drops my backpack on the bed before climbing in
next to me, handing me a paper bag from McDonald’s.

“Got you breakfast,” she says in a sing-song voice.

“Thanks,” I reply as I lean over and absentmindedly kiss her
cheek.

“Thank your man. It was his idea.”

“He’s not my man.” Technically... or not yet? I don’t even
know what we are to each other.

“Whatever.”

Realizing my mood, she furrows her brows and tucks my hair
behind my ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like myself right now.”

“He’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I called him,” I say quietly.

“Ray, I told you not to,” she scolds me.

“He didn’t pick up. I got his voicemail.”

“Yeah... he turns it off when he’s upset.”

“It’s all my fault. If I’d listened to Gage, all this could
have been avoided.”

“All the ifs in the world won’t change anything now. I’ll
take care of Chris.”

She sits Indian-style and bounces on the bed, giving me a bright
smile. I know that smile. She’s about to try and change the subject to cheer me
up. Gotta love her.

“So this is where all the magic happened,” she says, her
palms gliding over the bed.

I don’t want to talk about me and Gage, so I try to steer
the conversation toward her. “Tell me about the magic I just saw with you and
Ron.”

“O.M.G…
amazing
kisser. Like mind. Blown.”

“When are you going out?”

“Tonight,” she practically squeals in excitement. “We’re
gonna try Chiquita’s again.”

“That’s gr—”

The bathroom door opens, banging against the wall. Gage
walks out in his boxer briefs, whistling and drying his hair with a towel.

“Oh… hey,” he greets Chrissy. “Chrissy, right?”

She stares at him, eyes wide, mouth open. “Um… y...yeah,”
she stutters.

I can definitely relate to the reaction. Gage Hunter is sex
personified. With his amazing body and the way those boxers cling to him… my
muscles clench. Chrissy grabs my hand, squeezing my fingers. We watch as he
walks to the closet and starts pulling out clothes.

“I can’t believe you slept next to him all night and didn’t
rape him.”

Gage bursts out laughing, and Chrissy turns to me in
wide-eyed horror.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes!”

I join Gage, falling over and grabbing my stomach. The look
on her face is priceless.

“Ugh! Kill me now.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy. I totally understand,” Gage says.

He gives her that cocky grin of his and I throw his pillow
at him. Conceited bastard. He catches it and tosses it back with a wink. We sit
back and enjoy the Gage show as we eat. He revels in it, the smirk never
leaving his face, until he shrugs into his cut.

“I got club shit to handle, so I’ll see you later. Chrissy
can keep you company, but under no circumstance do you leave the compound. Got
it?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Fuckin’ smart mouth.”

He drops a kiss on my lips and one on Chrissy’s cheek, then
heads for the door.

“Anything you need, talk to Ron. You need me, call me.”

“’Kay.”

“Later, babe.”

He closes the door behind him and we fall back on the bed
with a collective sigh.

“God, Ray. He smells good.”

“Tell me about it.”

I don’t know about Chrissy, but I need some time to
recuperate from all that sexiness. She mumbles “Goddamn” and I get confirmation
that I’m not the only one. We stare up at the ceiling, caught up in the sexual
whirlwind that is Gage.