RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (3 page)

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine in a minute.”

Suddenly, I’m swept off my feet and carried toward the
house.

“What are you doing?” I exclaim.

“I’m not putting you down until I know you can stand on your
own.”

“I’m fine now. Put me down.”

Even before my objection is past my lips, my arms curl
around his neck. He ignores me and takes me all the way to the front door
before carefully placing me back on my feet. Whether consciously or not, my
hands slide down over his shoulders and sternum. Ripping my hands away, I catch
myself right before I squeeze his hard pecs. I avoid his gaze as I reach into
my pocket for my keys. That is, until a curious finger trails down my stomach.
I pull my tank top down and narrow my eyes at him, ignoring the fire starting
in my belly.

“I did
not
give you permission to touch me.”

“How about a kiss then?”

I can’t even answer because his lips are stealing my words.
I’m so surprised that I swallow my gum. He didn’t wait for an answer, just took
what he wanted. Though my mind resists, my body melts into his. My fingers curl
into his white T-shirt and a moan escapes me. His lips move hungrily over mine,
taking and giving pleasure. There is only complete surrender when his tongue
seeks entrance. His taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t
quite put my finger on what it is, but it’s frickin’ awesome and I want more.
This kiss is like a good book I’d get lost in and stay up all night reading.
It’s
that
captivating.

While my hands move up to slide through his hair, his travel
down to grab my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me into him, letting his
desire be explicitly known. He’s hard. For me. And it excites the hell out of
me. I feel like climbing up on him like he’s a big, man-tree that I need to get
to the top of. I hear myself whimper as his hands slide up my sides. His thumbs
brush at the undersides of my breasts, and this time, he moans. He breaks away
suddenly, his breathing heavy. I gape at him, trying to catch my own breath.

“How old are you, Raven?”

“Why?”

He growls and descends on my lips once more. If his
intention is to kiss me senseless, he’s achieved that. And then some.

“Because I’m going to fuck you.”

Oh. Those words should appall me, shouldn’t they? I
should
not
be turned on by them but I am, all the way on.
Wait a minute…hold
up. Who does he think he is? What kind of girl does he think I am? Certainly
not the type to jump into bed with a man she just met!

“What makes you think I want to fuck you? Or anyone else for
that matter?”

This time, his lips are more insistent than before. I have
to hold on to his shoulders to keep myself upright. I’ve never been kissed like
this. Never before have my lips been this savagely attacked. It’s as if he’s
trying to devour me. And I love it. I fucking
love
it.

He nips at my bottom lip then takes my hand and presses it
against his erection. My mind goes blank. I mean, what woman would be able to
think with her fingers wrapped around a hard dick? A hard, enormous dick,
attached to a handsome, delicious-smelling man. I give it a little squeeze and
he lets out a tortured groan. I squeeze harder and he sinks his fingertips into
my hips. I feel so
bad
but God, he feels good. I’m disappointed and a
little more than giddy when he rips his lips from mine. I actually stumble a
little when he pulls back, swallowing hard at the storm brewing in his eyes.

“Your age, Raven.
Now
.”

“Um… aah… s-seventeen.”

“Fuck!”

He releases me and runs a hand through his hair in
frustration.

“How long?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long do I have to wait? When’s your birthday?”

“Three months. October twenty-first.”

“Fuck!”

He turns away from me, places his hands on his hips, and
looks toward the sky. I use the opportunity to open the door. When he turns
around, I’m halfway inside.

“Three months. I can do that. I can do that. I can wait.”

“You don’t have to. It’s not going to happen.”

I’m standing here, staring at a closed door. She shot me
down. After those mind-blowing kisses, she shot me down. This kind of shit has
never happened to me, and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I hear
her moving around inside. All I can think about is her lips, her taste, and the
way she clung to me. She wants me. It’s just a matter of time. Three months to
be exact. By the end, she’ll be so desperate for me I won’t even have to touch
her to make her come.

Just thinking about her coming makes my balls ache. I need
to do something about my situation ASAP. I drag myself off her porch and make
my way back to the clubhouse. I try to concentrate on the road, but I can’t
help picturing my hands on her firm ass instead of the handlebar. I can’t stop tasting
her on my lips. I can’t stop hearing her moans, even over the roar of the
engine. Three months. Three motherfucking months. Might as well be ten years
because it will be no less torture. Fuck. I’m a pervert for even thinking these
things.

When I get back to the clubhouse, I see that the party has
moved inside. I can just imagine what I’ll find there—a lot of shitfaced
members and even more Hellhounds. That’s what we call the club whores around
here. I step through the doors and I’m a little disappointed to see I was
right. Rock music blares from the speakers, and the air is thick with weed and
cigar smoke. There are a few couples scattered everywhere, but most of the
crowd is gathered around the pool table in the center of the room. As I get
closer, I see that it’s Lonnie. She’s getting drilled from behind by Crow while
sucking off Motor, who’s leaning against the pool table. It’s a good thing
Raven looks nothing like her. I don’t think I would be able to stomach the
sight otherwise. They have the same black hair, but Lonnie’s taller and not as
curvy. In the looks department, she can’t hold a candle to her sister.

Booker, a prospect, hands me a beer as I lean against the
bar, next to E. I look around, trying to find someone to relieve the tension
tonight. I spot Britney in a corner with some other girls. I’ve had her a few
times. She’s hot, blonde, and relatively new around here. Not too many miles on
her pussy. Has a nice body, too. Big, natural tits and thick in all the right
places.

“Another uneventful night, huh?” I nod to E as I take a pull
of my beer.

“Yup. Don’t know why people think a biker’s life is
exciting.”

“Me neither, brother.”

“What happened with you and Little Miss Blue Hair?” he asks,
quirking an inquisitive brow.

“Nothing. She’s seventeen.”

“Ouch. So close but yet so far away.”

“Not too far. Only three months.”

“And you’ll just be waiting in the shadows, won’t you?”

“Something like that.”

My gaze locks with Super Head’s. She smiles seductively and
then bites into her bottom lip. She’s not built like Raven, certainly not as
pretty either, but attractive in her own way. She’s skinny by anyone’s
standards and a little top-heavy due to her enormous, fake tits. I love curves.
A man needs something to hold on to. It’s a good thing that’s not what I’m
looking for tonight. I just need to get a certain blue-eyed vixen out of my
head. This bitch might be just what I need. I smile back and she instantly
begins to move toward me, flipping her brown hair as she passes some of the
other girls. E chuckles.

“Oh, shit. Have fun, man.”

“I fully intend to, E.”

I down the last of my beer and slam the bottle on the bar,
then walk off toward the rooms in the back, knowing she’s following behind.
After unlocking my door, I step aside and allow her to precede me. She watches
me, licking and biting her lips in anticipation as I close the door. Her tits
are popping out of the gold, sequin number she’s wearing.

“Drop the dress.”

The moment it hits the floor, I regret the command. The
chick’s just skin and bones. As I look her over, my mind starts playing tricks
on me. She’s a few inches shorter and her hair goes from brown to black—with
streaks of blue. Her hips curve out and pasty white skin turns to caramel. The
erection that had almost died springs back to life.

“Gage….”

She speaks and the mirage disappears. Fuck. I reach into my
pocket for a condom as she begins to undo my belt.

“On your knees.”

She drops to the floor and stares up at me like a ravenous
beast, licking her shiny, red lips. She pouts as I drop my jeans and roll the
condom on.

“Why do you always wear a condom?”

Because I fuck with cum buckets like you
.

“I want to taste you, Gage. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Stop talking. That’s not what I need your mouth to be doing
right now.”

She flicks out her tongue and trails it across her top lip,
showing off her tongue ring. Any other day, my dick would already be in her
throat. Now, I can’t even look at her, let alone have her touch me.
What the
fuck is wrong with me?

“Clasp your hands behind your back.”

She does as she’s told then leans forward and licks the head
of my dick. I close my eyes and just let her do her thing. She starts out
slowly, gently sucking as she moves up and down. Gradually, she increases the
pace. I tell you…there is nothing like the feeling of having warm, wet lips
wrapped around your dick, especially when those lips belong to a human vacuum
cleaner.

“Fuck!”

She moans and I feel the vibrations in my balls. Damn, she’s
good. But my mind just won’t let me enjoy this. In my head, it’s Raven kneeling
before me. It’s her mouth, her lips, her tongue making me feel the things I’m
feeling. It’s her dazzling blue eyes staring up at me. My dick twitches and
gets painfully hard. I hit the back of her throat and groan. I feel like I’m
floating on a cloud right now. She comes up for air and I look down. I see
green eyes instead of blue, and anger blazes through me. What kind of man
thinks about getting head from a kid? Well… teenager… almost adult? Whatever
she is, it’s wrong.

I grab a handful of Super Head’s hair and stuff my dick back
in her mouth. I try to block everything out except one thing—catching a nut. I
just need to come and get this over with. As I pump my hips, I hear her gagging
and gasping for breath. I push her head down as far as I can. When she grabs my
thighs, I look down again. She’s staring up at me with frightened, watery eyes.
Her mascara is running, forming black lines down her cheeks. She’s heaving,
saliva oozing to the floor. I pull her head back and allow her to catch her
breath.

Like the trooper she is, she jumps right back into the game,
grabbing my dick with both hands, and sliding them up and down with just a
slight twist. She drops one hand but continues with the other as she sucks on
the head. Her free hand gropes my balls as her head bobs on my dick. Fuck, that
feels good. She sucks harder and my balls tighten. I throw my head back and
snap my eyes shut as I come with a roar. Leaning against the wall, I try to
calm my breathing.

When I look back down, I see only my two feet. Super Head
has propped herself up on my bed, legs spread, showing off her whored-out
pussy. I remove the condom, tie a knot at the end, and stick it in my pocket to
dispose of later. Then, I tuck my dick back in my jeans and zip that bitch up.
She stares at me in confusion when I grab her hand and pull her off the bed.
She knows better. No bitches in my bed. I don’t kiss bitches either, and I
don’t come anywhere but in a condom. I get rid of that shit myself, too. These
bitches would do anything to trap a motherfucker. My own experience breaks the
surface with its ugly head and I quickly push it back down. I don’t need that
shit in my head right now.

“Get dressed.”

She watches me as I rip the sheets off the bed and toss them
in the laundry basket. There’s hurt in her eyes but I give zero fucks.

“Now get the fuck out.”

***Raven***

I’m in the kitchen, making breakfast and jamming to Magic!’s
“Rude” when Lonnie walks in with Super Head. Now that it’s had some time to
sink in, I giggle at the moniker. Gage is something else. I hit pause on my
phone, remove my earphones, and turn to them.

“Good morning.”

“Ugh, there’s nothing good about it. What are you making?”

They look awful—hung over and tired. I doubt they slept last
night. They both fall into the chairs and lay their heads on the breakfast
table.

“Just eggs and toast.”

I pour them some orange juice and crack a few more eggs. As
they drink, they start talking. I pop my earphones back in because I don’t want
to hear their conversation. However, I hold off on pressing the play button
when I hear Gage’s name.

“Lonnie, should we be talking like this in front of her?”

“She can’t hear shit, the way she listens to music. Watch
this. Raven!”

I pretend I didn’t hear her, and continue to whisk the eggs.

“See? Now tell me what happened. Why the fuck do you sound
like a frog?”

“You would, too, if you had Gage’s monster dick stuck in
your throat last night.”

Oh, wow. The whisk almost falls from my fingers but I catch
it before it hits the bowl. Monster? Well, I guess I
did
get a preview
last night.

“What? You were with Gage?”

There’s anger in her voice. Lonnie has a thing for the
minion boss. Then again, he’s hot, so most women would.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I just sucked his dick,
or maybe I should say he fucked my mouth.”

“Damn it, Deena! It’s enough I have to put up with that
bitch Britney.”

“Something was up with him. It’s like he wasn’t there, like
he was thinking about something else. He snapped and shoved his dick so far
down my throat I thought I was gonna die.”

“That’s what you get, bitch.”

“Hey, if you hadn’t been busy fucking Crow
and
Motor,
maybe you would have had him.”

Okay, I’ve heard enough. I turn my music back on with a
smile. He was so turned on last night that he ended up with Super… I mean
Deena. My smile grows wider because I know exactly where his mind was, exactly
what made him lose control. He was thinking about me. I don’t want him, but the
fact that
I
could do that to a man like Gage? Priceless. I drown them
out while I revel in that little bit of information.

After breakfast, I get ready and head out to catch the eight
a.m. bus. I have an interview at ten at the local diner for a waitressing
position, and I want to make sure I’m not late. A few minutes later, a girl
around my age shows up at the bus stop. I have my earphones in so I just smile
and wave to her. She sits on the bench, minding her own business, just the way
I like it. After a few minutes, she taps my arm shyly.
Great
. I remove
my earphones and try to hide my annoyance as I look over at her.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

Guess I wasn’t successful. I offer her a consolatory smile.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just that I heard you singing. Is that the August
Alsina album?” she asks. I give her a genuine smile this time. Anyone who
shares my musical preferences is okay in my book.

“Yeah. You like him?”

Her face lights up and she scoots closer.

“Oh, my God. I love him!”

“Me, too! What’s your favorite song?”

“Right now, it’s between ‘Kissin’ on my Tattoos’ and ‘Ah
Yeah’.”

“No way. Me, too!”

She sticks out her hand enthusiastically and I take it with
just as much gusto. How cool is it that I’ve already found someone my age who
lives close by and has at least one thing in common with me?

“Chrystal, but everybody calls me Chrissy.”

“Raven.”

“Raven. Cool name. I live two houses down.”

“Thanks. I’m four houses that way, on the left.”

Her gaze follows my thumb as I jerk it in the direction of
our house. Then her smile fades. My guess is she knows Lonnie.

“Lonnie’s house?”

“Yeah. She’s my sister.”

“Oh.”

I knew it. I knew this would happen. Everyone’s going to
judge me based on Lonnie’s horrible reputation.

“I know. She’s a slut,” I say.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then a kind of quiet
understanding passes between us before she smiles again.

“Don’t worry about it. I know what I’ll have to deal with.
The upside is I’ll be eighteen in a few months and can get away from her.”

“Me, too, in September.”

“October.”

“What’s happening in October?”

I look up and see a dark-skinned god approaching, flashing
one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. He halts before us and I tilt
my head to absorb his magnificent beauty. Smooth, peanut butter-colored
complexion; bright, hazel eyes, and close, clean-cut hair. What sticks out the
most, though, is his uncanny resemblance to Chrissy. Slap a wig on him, add
some boobs, and he’d be her. He’d look like a bad tranny, but you get my drift.

“Raven, this is my brother, Christopher, world-class jerk. I
can’t believe we shared a womb.”

Aah, twins.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous I got all the
looks, brains, and charm.”

I smile despite myself. He
is
charming. I swear I saw
a glint on his teeth when he smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Christopher.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

“Ugh! Give it up. She don’t want your corny ass.”

Before either of us can say anything, the roar of motorcycle
engines disturbs the peaceful morning. Peeking around Christopher, I watch the
advance of at least a dozen bikes. Even from this distance, I know the rider in
front is Gage. Damn, he looks sexy on that thing.

“That’s the Death Dealers, but I guess you already know,”
Chrissy says quietly.

“I’ve only been here a week and I know more than I care to,
Chrissy. Can’t say I like what I’ve heard, though.”

“They’re just a gang hiding behind the front of a motorcycle
club,” Christopher says through gritted teeth.

He’s shooting a death stare in the direction the bikes are
coming from. Guess there’s no love lost there. I have a better view of them
now, and Gage makes some kind of hand signal. The others pass by him and he
slows down.
Oh, God. Please don’t come over here. Please, please, please.
The moment he looks over his shoulder, I know he’s going to cross the street.
Damn it.

“Oh, shit. I think he’s coming over here.”

My brain isn’t processing Chrissy’s words because I’m
focused on Gage. He crosses over, parks at the curb, and removes his helmet. He
jerks his head toward the twins in a half-assed attempt at a greeting and
settles his gaze on me.

“Where you off to, Raven?”

I can feel the twins’ eyes burning a hole into me. This is
not good.

“I know I told you to stay out of my business.”

He dismounts and saunters over, a smug smile on his lips. My
heart skips just a tiny beat when I remember I was kissing those very lips last
night, just a few measly hours ago.

“Can I get a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“I just wanna talk.”

“About what?”

He glances toward the twins. I totally forgot they were
there. I can’t even imagine what they must be thinking about this exchange. I
sigh and offer an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.”

He leads me far enough away so the twins can’t hear our
conversation and faces me, his back to them.

“Why are you so hostile?”

“Why are you so nosy?” I shoot back.

I fold my arms under my breasts and give him the most
defiant expression I can muster. He slowly drags his gaze down and it rests on
my cleavage. He shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat before looking me in
the eyes again.

“Just curious. No need to be defensive.”

“Well, that information is available on a need-to-know
basis, and
you
don’t need to know.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby doll. I need to know
everything about you.”

“Oh, really? I wonder why.”

He tilts his head to the side and narrows those baby-blues
of his. Why does he have to be so frickin’ hot? His hair is all beautifully
messy and he somehow makes a simple, white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut look
like they belong on a fashion runway. Even the chain dangling across his thigh
and the black combat boots, though cliché, add to his overall appeal.

“Because of the way your body came alive from my kiss.”

Fuck.

“I’m not the only one. I hear you had quite a night.”

His brows knit in confusion and he crosses his arms over his
chest. Those arms, they were holding me last night. I was crushed to that
chest, felt its hardness. I want to feel it again.
Shit. Focus, Raven!

“What do you mean?”

“Deena was very forthcoming with information this morning.”

“Deena? Who’s that?”

“Wow, one would think you’d know the name of the woman who
had your dick in her mouth last night.”

His face relaxes and he places his hands on his hips.

“She told you that?”

“Not exactly. She and Lonnie were talking over breakfast and
they thought I couldn’t hear.”

I show him my earphones as a way of explanation. “Chick
could barely talk. You really did some damage with, as she put it, your
‘monster dick’.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his
neck.

“Raven, look—”

“It’s cool. I just think I should get some kind of compensation
if I’m going to be your fluffer.”

“Fluffer?” he exclaims. “What the fuck do you know about
fluffers?”

“I know a lot of things,” I say with a smirk. The majority
of my “knowledge” comes from books, but that’s
totally
irrelevant. He
doesn’t need to know that, right?

He steps closer and I consciously have to try to control my
breathing. That smirk? Gone. I need to stop letting him affect me like this.

“That’s great, but there’s a lot more I plan on teaching
you.”

Okay, that low, seductive voice just did things to my body a
voice should have no ability to do. I desperately need to turn this situation
around. I unfold my arms and slowly trace my cleavage with my middle finger.
The action draws his attention and he licks his lips.

“Tell me… when she was on her knees in front of you… were
you thinking about me?”

The guilty expression confirms what I already knew. “Were
you imagining my mouth wrapped around you?”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls as he swallows hard.

“Let me guess. You know about that, too.”

“Well, I’ve
done
some things, too, Mr. Hunter.”

He clenches his jaw. Hard.
Uh oh, have I gone too far?

“You shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Why not? You’ll have more material when you’re with Deena
later… or Lonnie… or whoever.”

“I admit it. I was thinking about you. And you know what? It
pissed me the fuck off.”

Ouch. There’s a blow to my ego.

“I meant I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. At
least not yet. And you talking like that doesn’t help my situation.”

“I’m sorry you can’t control your urges, but it’s not my
problem.”

“I want you. I can’t help that. I just need you to know that
the moment I can, I
will
have you.”

Oh. My. God. That’s it. I have no smart-ass comment or
comeback for that one. He makes me want to believe his words. As much as I seem
to be attracted to him and as confident as he is, that can’t and won’t happen.
I need to stay as far as I can from him and his club. Thank God, I hear the bus
coming.

“That’s my bus. I gotta go.”

“Let me give you a ride.”

“No, thanks.”

He takes my hand as I walk by him. The simple touch sends a
shiver all the way from the tips of my fingers to everything north and south of
my waist. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m holding my breath.

“Are you scared that you want me, too? There’s no need to be
afraid of what you feel, baby doll.”

“Stop calling me that, and I’m not afraid of anything.”

He gives me a smug grin, displaying those perfect, pearly
whites.

“If you say so, Raven.”

I pull my hand from his and start moving back toward the bus
stop. One last look over my shoulder and I catch him watching me. The
stubbornness in me wants to have the last word.

“See ya later, monster dick.”