RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (43 page)

***Gage***

I zip up my jeans, not only pleased, but extremely pleased
with myself. I made good on my promise, her screams and moans still echoing in
my ear. She’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with an “I’m drunk and
high on an earth-shattering orgasm” look on her face.

“Jesus. I think I lost a bit of my intelligence with that
last one.”

I chuckle as I reach for my shirt.

“I’m serious. You just gave a whole new meaning to the
phrase ‘screwing your brains out.’ No wonder these bitches won’t leave you
alone.”

“Babe, you know I give zero fucks about bitches.”

“I know… but when you’re handing out orgasms like those? I’m
just saying I understand.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her close.

“I still remember my name, though,” she adds with a giggle.

I did tell her she wouldn’t remember her name, didn’t I?
“Yeah, doll... but you’ll never forget mine.”

She slides her hand to the back of my neck and pulls me down
to her. With a gentle kiss, she whispers, “Never.”

I slip my tongue between her lips, tasting her addictive
sweetness. All I want to do is stay in bed with her all day, but I can’t. I break
the kiss reluctantly and put some distance between us.

“You should add another class to the curriculum—Advanced
Orgasms.”

“I can’t give away
all
my secrets, doll.”

“True… but I think all women should experience what I have
since last night.”

“Let’s see… Just now, that was three. By my count, that’s
seven orgasms I’ve given you in the last twelve hours. Wanna go for a record?”

“I’m down,” she answers eagerly.

“Then it’s on. I’ll wrap up this meeting as soon as I can
and come right back.”

She rises on her elbow and the sheet slips, exposing her
breasts. My dick jumps. Fuck.

“You sure you can’t postpone it?”

“I’m meeting with some people about E’s place. I won’t be
long.”

“Okay,” she says with a hint of disappointment.

I slide my thumb across her nipple and her body quivers. I
need to leave. Now. “When I get back, I’m going to fuck these tits.” She falls
back on the bed with a sigh and I walk out while I’m still able to.

I meet with contractors, suppliers, and an interior
decorator. Half of the time, I wasn’t even paying attention. I hope E doesn’t
end up with a strip club with neon pink walls. Fuck me. My mind is back at the
clubhouse. I thought I couldn’t stop thinking about her before, but now? Now,
she seems to be
all
I think about. She consumes me. I just want to go
straight back home and lock us both away from the world then drown myself in
her. That’s not good. I can’t let a woman, even Raven, distract me to such
degrees. I have things to do, people to take care of. That’s what I tell
myself. Then a strong voice says
fuck them all
. Fuck me. I need to get a
grip.

It’s early afternoon by the time I head back to the
clubhouse. It’s quiet. Now that Ron and Booker are members, I put them to work.
Ron wanted to work with cars, so I put him at Chopper’s. With Booker’s size,
security was the most logical decision. I’ve mainly assigned him to Raven,
though, when I don’t need him for anything else. She has no idea. There are a
few Hounds hanging around but without any brothers here, they don’t have much
to do.

I turn the knob on the bedroom door, but it’s locked.
What
is she doing in there?

“Babe… open up.”

Silence.
Maybe she’s in the bathroom.
I use my key
and stop dead in my tracks when I see what’s going on inside. Quickly, I step
in, and lock the door behind me. She’s in bed with her earbuds in. That
explains why she didn’t hear me. The reason why the door was locked, though, is
entirely different. She’s naked. Her knees are drawn up and spread wide, and
she’s touching herself. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed. She’s in her own
world and doesn’t even realize I’m in the room.

I move to the foot of the bed, grabbing my hard dick. While
one hand works her clit, the other squeezes a breast.
Fuck. This is beyond
hot
. I release my dick, slowly stroking it as I watch her fingers. I am one
lucky son of a bitch. This incredible, beautiful woman is mine. She slides a
finger inside her pussy and does something that makes me lose it—she whispers
my fucking name. I start ripping off my clothes. Her eyes snap open and she
gasps, trying to cover herself, her frantic movements dislodging the earbuds
from her ears.

“Gage! What… How long have you been there?”

“On your knees.”

***Raven***

I move into position without a word. His voice and the look
in his eyes demand compliance. I can’t believe he caught me masturbating. Not
only that, but he stood there watching for God knows how long. I bite into my
lip and watch with just a bit of child-like innocence as he undresses. The sexy
boxers fall to the ground, leaving him gloriously naked. Baby Jesus. Sheer
perfection. He grabs ahold of his dick and squeezes the base. It looks so
intimidating—big and…
veiny
.

“Is this what you were thinking about?” he asks.

“Christ, Gage. It looks…scary.”

He gives me that cocky smirk of his. “I believe you did
refer to it as a monster on more than one occasion.”

Yeah. The thing is I don’t want to run away from this scary
monster. I want to hug it and kiss it and squeeze it and love it forever and
ever. And ever.

“Take a good look, babe. It’s going to be putting you to bed
every night and waking you up every morning.”

Holy shit. I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I
slide my gaze back to his face, and the hunger in his eyes makes the decision
for me. Definitely
not
scared.

“Turn around and spread your thighs.”

Once again, I obey his command. The mattress shifts behind
me and I begin to quiver, anticipating his touch. With him kneeling behind me,
his dick is between my thighs and against my pussy. Shivering breaths overtake
me. My body shudders as he trails his fingertips up and down my arms—slow,
featherlight touches. Taking his own sweet time, his fingers travel down my
sides and around my waist. I lean in to him, about ready to crumble from
weakness. He flattens his palms on my stomach and slides them leisurely up to
my breasts. My head falls back onto his shoulder and I moan as he begins to
massage them.

“I fuckin’ love your body,” he breathes against my ear.

I groan at the loss of contact when he moves away. But then,
his face appears between my legs. Fuck.

“Have a seat, doll.”

Oh. Shit
. That night in Lonnie’s kitchen months ago
comes rushing back. I guess he was right. I can’t believe I’m going to
sit
on his
face
. Fuck. I lower myself to his lips and he curls his arms
around my thighs. His tongue flicks out, sliding up and down my lips. My thighs
tremble. Gradually, he increases pace and pressure, swirling all over. All the
while, he’s staring up at me as if he’s in his most favorite place in the
world. How could that be? This certainly can’t be comfortable for him.
Oh,
God. What if I suffocate him?

“Can you breathe?” I ask in a panic.

“Who needs to breathe?” His arms tighten around my thighs
and he latches on to my clit.

“Fuck… Gage!”

Shockwaves spread through my body and I have to grab the
headboard for support. The harder he sucks, the faster he swirls his tongue. My
brain shuts down.

“Baby Jesus.”

His eyes twinkle up at me. He’s enjoying this—the fact that
he can do this to me. Who knew anyone could do that with their tongue? It’s
like a fucking hurricane going on down there. I grab a handful of his hair,
unable to keep my eyes open.

“
Dios
…
coño
… Gage…
mierda
!”

He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? Despite that, he
doesn’t miss a beat. He just makes himself more comfortable, sucking the very
life out of me.

“
Sí
…
ahí
… right there!”

Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grab the headboard with
both hands. I just know it’s going to destroy me. The sensation starts in my
toes and works its way up my body. I shiver and my muscles contract. When it
hits me, I scream. I scream like it’s bloody murder, my body convulsing. Mr.
Hurricane Tongue just keeps going, lapping at my sensitive clit.

“Oh, please… no… please….”

He eases up, but just to blow lightly on my clit. His hands
slide up my body and he pinches both nipples as he returns to flailing his
tongue mercilessly. He’s trying to kill me. That’s it. Death by orgasm.
Dios
mío
.

“Gage….”

Before I even realize what’s happening, I come again. My
shuddering body falls forward, no longer able to stay upright. He finally slows
down, applying gentle licks with the tip of his tongue.

“I could live down here,” he proclaims.

He slides out from beneath me and I collapse on the bed. I
cannot
move. I seriously don’t want to, either. I don’t have the will or energy. He
flips me onto my back and spreads my legs wide.
Oh, dear God.

“Gage, please…” Apparently, he thinks I’m begging for more
because his tongue parts my lips. “No….”

“You sensitive, babe?”

He kisses my inner thighs, working his way up to my stomach.
There’s a flutter in my belly as he swirls his tongue in my navel.

“No more….”

“No more? What about our deal?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He throws my leg over his shoulder and then he’s pushing his
way inside me.

“Raven….”

The sound of his voice is my undoing. It’s like he’s come
home. I open my eyes and see his are closed, his lips slightly parted. I place
my palm to his cheek and his lids flutter open. Brilliant blue eyes stare into
mine intensely.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

My back arches as he sinks deep, giving me all of him. I
slide my hands around his neck as he begins to thrust into me slowly.

“I’m addicted to you, babe. A fuckin’ hopeless junkie.”

It hits me like a couple tons of bricks. Deep down, I think
I already knew, but now I realize the true depth of what I feel for this man. I
love him. I’m
in
love with him. Totally. Unequivocally. Forever. All I
want is for him to feel the same.

“
Quiero más de ti
.
Quiero que me ames
.”

I clench my muscles around him. He grunts and works his hips
faster, pumping into me.

“
Fuck
. What? What do you want, baby doll? Anything.”

In this moment, I think he’ll promise me the world if I ask
for it. But I don’t need the world. I need him.

“
Quiero
…
quiero
….”

“Tell me,” he urges.

He expects me to get out a coherent sentence when he’s
slamming into me, pounding on a spot that’s driving me crazy? He pulls back and
pushes in, circling his hips. He was right; I can and am going to come again.
Changing the angle, his pelvis rubs against my clit. I bite into my lip and
claw at his back.

“What do you want, Raven?”

“You!” I shout as I come. “I want you!”

He groans, throws my other leg over his shoulder, and
thrusts harder, faster. I can’t really move with the position I’m in or with
him pinning me to the bed with his hips, so I do the only thing I can. I grip
him with my muscles as hard as possible.
He wants tight, I’ll give him
tight.

“Mother… fuck… Raven!” His face contorts as he throws his
head back and buries himself to the hilt. “Fuck… me,” he groans.

He places my legs back on the bed and collapses on top of
me, breathing raggedly.

“I thought that’s what I just did.”

He raises his head and smiles crookedly at me. “Yeah. You
sure did.”

He presses his lips to mine, gently exploring with his
tongue. The kiss gets deeper and he reaches up, palming my breast. I feel him
getting hard again inside me and push at his chest.

“I need a break.”

He chuckles and pulls out of me, cradling me in his arms
once he’s settled next to me. I lay my head on his chest and throw my arm and
leg over him. With everything in me, I want to tell him I love him, but I bite
my tongue.

“You remember when you told me you hadn’t done
that
in a while?” I ask instead.

“Eat pussy?”

God, he’s gross. I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Yes, that.
Why?”

“Can’t do that with just any and everybody, doll.”

“Oh.”

“I remember seeing this stand-up comedian once and he said,
‘ain’t nothing wrong with going downtown, just make sure it’s your city’.”

I look up at him, eyes wide. “So I’m your city?”

“City? Baby doll, you’re my world.”

***Gage***

I throw a lackluster punch at the bag. I’m not in the mood,
but I was bored. Why would I want to beat the shit out of anything after the
events of the last two days? The only reason I’m not inside her right now is
because she left with Chrissy to go shopping. She said she needed a break but
fuck… I need
her
.

E walks in and drops down on the bed. “Get into a fight with
a cat?” he asks, motioning to my back.

I grin at him and waggle my brows suggestively. “Yeah… a
pretty little kitty.”

“Anyone I know?”

I stop punching and turn to him. “Who do you think?”

“You mean… Raven?”

“Yup.”

“Shit.” He chuckles. “No wonder you have that stupid grin on
your face.”

“I can’t even begin to describe it, brother.”

“I bet. But at least it means she’s finally moving on. Is
she okay?”

“She’s great. Slept through the night, too. No nightmares…
nothing.”

“And during? She didn’t freak out or anything?”

I hug the bag and give him my full attention. “E… she was
amazing.”

“Yeah, love will do that to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Love. L-o-v-e. You may have heard of the concept.”

“You think she loves me?”

“I know she does.”

She loves me? No. That’s not possible.
I know she
cares about me and she wants me, but that’s a far cry from being in love. I’m
not the type of guy women fall in love with. E must have hit his head or
something.

“But I wasn’t talking about her, you dumbass.”

“What?” I stare at E in confusion.

“You. I’m talking about you. You love her.”

“E—”

“You care about her. You’d do anything for her. You haven’t
even looked at another woman pretty much since you met her. You can’t stop
thinking about her, and I bet you were just punching on that bag to pass the
time until she comes back. Dude… you’re in love. Accept it.”

“No. I’m… I….”

“Take a minute and figure it out there, Reaper.”

Is he right? Is that what it is? I’ve never been in love
before so I don’t know. I know everything E said is true. Fuck
.
Am
I
in
love?

“Fuck.”

“This is a good thing, Gage. Don’t let it freak you out.
Trust me. Whatever you’re thinking and feeling, she is, too.”

“How do you know?”

“Everyone knows. Except the two of you, apparently.”

“Really?”

“Uh… yeah. We’ve all been waiting for you to make it
official.”

“Fuck, E… just…
fuck
.”

“Let me ask you something. All that time you spent together
before her birthday, even sleeping in the same bed... why didn’t you fuck her?
And don’t tell me it was the age thing.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just didn’t feel right.”

“Because you knew, even then, that she wasn’t like the
bitches you fuck and duck. You said it yourself you knew she was different.
You’ve known all along that she’s the one. You just need to acknowledge and
accept it, brother.”

The door opens and she comes breezing in. The smile on her
face mesmerizes me. My heart beats double-time, and I just want to pull her
into my arms.
Is this what love is?

She drops her shopping bags on the floor and walks farther
into the room.

“Hey, Dr. E!”

“Hey, beautiful. I hope that was his money you were spending
and not yours.”

“Of course! But don’t worry, baby. I got you something,
too.”

She turns to me and her smile fades. Her eyes widen and then
slide down my body hungrily. My dick starts rising to the occasion.

“Uh… I’ll see you two later.” E chuckles and leaves, locking
the door behind him.

Raven licks her lips and moves toward me slowly. “I just
wanna lick the sweat off you.”

She stops, reaches under her skirt, and pulls her panties
down. I watch as she kicks them off along with her shoes. She resumes her
journey, removing her top along the way. She’s naked by the time she’s standing
in front of me. My hands are twitching from wanting to touch her, my dick hard
as a rock. She places her hands on my hips and trails her tongue from my
sternum up to my neck. That does it.

I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, her
arms around my neck. I move to the chair and she adjusts her legs so I can sit.

“I love how you smell, even when you’re stinky.”

“I stink?”

She giggles. “I
love
it. Let’s call it… ‘musky’.”

“Okay, why don’t you sit on my
musky
dick?”

“Eww. That is
not
sexy,” she giggles.

“You said it, not me.”

“Fine. I take it back then.”

“Fine with me. Now can we get to the part where you’re
riding my dick?”

“Dick.” She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah. You love it.” I wink.

I reach between her legs and after only a few strokes on her
lips, she’s dripping wet. God, I love how responsive she is. How she responds
to
my
touch.

“Whose pussy, Raven?”

“Yours,” she moans, her head falling back.

Goddamn right, it’s mine. Always will be. I suck on a nipple
and slip a finger inside her tight pussy. She clenches around it and applies
pressure to the back of my head. I suck harder.

“Gage….”

I need to be inside her. Now. I free my dick from my sweats
and guide her hips toward me. Slowly, she sits, her tight, wet heat gripping
me. She slides up and gradually back down until I’m buried deep. The little
whimpering sounds she’s making are killing me. I pull her in close, sliding my
hands around her as I kiss her neck. She moves back and forth, grinding her
hips against me as I sit back and allow her to set the pace. She tightens her
arms around me, crushing her breasts to my chest.

“God, you feel good… fucking incredible,” I whisper.

Her tongue glides up my neck and she nips at my earlobe. A
shiver darts up my spine. Physically, I swear I’ve never felt anything like the
way Raven makes me feel. Every time I touch her it’s like a new experience,
like I’ve never fucked a woman before.

And I can’t get enough.

She stands and I groan in frustration when I slip out of
her. Turning her back to me, she positions my dick at her entrance and slides
down once more. Breathing hard, she leans into me, and settles in. She shivers
as I slide my hands gently up her stomach and cup her breasts, massaging the
supple flesh. I tighten my grip when she starts to move, circling her hips the
way she does when she’s dancing.
Fuck
,
yeah
. Faster and faster
she moves, using me the way she wants to. I let her. I give in to her
completely. She’s in control. I pinch her nipples and she moans, reaching
behind to grab my hair.

“Fuck, baby,” she groans.

I love any nickname she calls me but right now, I don’t want
to hear any of them.

“My name. Say my name.”

“Gage… Gage…
Gage
.”

She puts it on repeat, saying it every couple of seconds.
All the dirty talk in the world can’t measure up to the sound of my name coming
from her lips. She begins to move up and down, her soft, wet walls clutching my
dick. Then she totally blows my mind. She leans forward, bracing her hands on
my knees, and does that bouncing/twerking thing that makes her juicy ass
jiggle. Fuck.

“Jesus, Raven. You keep doing that, I’m not going to last
much longer.” She just moves faster. “Fuck!”

I grab her hips and watch as her body crashes into mine, my
dick sliding in and out of her. I revel in her moans and cries of pleasure. She
tightens around me, and it takes me past the breaking point. I pull her against
me and reach around to find her clit. She resumes her grinding motion,
whimpering as I make circles on her sweet flesh.

“Oh, Gage.”

This time, when she clenches around me, I know it’s because
she’s about to come. “Come with me, babe.”

“Oh, my God!”

We come together. As she spasms around me, I empty myself
inside her. Shivering breaths rack her body as she trembles in my arms. She
goes limp, her head falling on my shoulder.

“Fuck. I need to try musky dick more often.” She giggles,
turning her head to kiss me softly.

“Anyway you want it, doll. It’s yours.”