RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (44 page)

***Raven***

We’re lying in bed, wrapped up in each other, just enjoying
being close. My head is on his chest, my left leg resting between his. His
fingers are slowly sliding up and down my arm while mine are doing the same to
his stomach. Bliss. That’s the only word I can think of to describe what I’m
feeling. After our little scene on the chair, we showered together and fell
into bed—naked.

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.”

“Not nothing. What?”

“No, really. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re so weird.”

I tap his chest playfully and he chuckles. “I am
not
weird.”

“You’re the only woman I know who constantly sniffs me and
wants to hear my voice.”

“First of all, I’m the
only
woman who should. And
second, I appreciate the small things.”

“Small things, huh? What about the big things?”

Pervert. His tone of voice tells me exactly what he’s
talking about. I will never understand the fascination men have with their
dicks.

“Oh, I appreciate the hell out of the big things, but the
small ones are… comforting.”

“You know what’s comforting for me? Coming home to you every
day and holding you in my arms.”

I tighten my arm around him and place a gentle kiss on his
pec. God, I love him. “That works perfectly because we can do
this
. You
can hold me while I sniff and listen to you to my heart’s content.”

“Is that all you want to do?”

I smack his chest again and he laughs. “Fiend.”

“How can you blame me, babe? I’ve wanted you since the
second I saw you. When you went off on me, all I could think about was throwing
you over my shoulder, locking you in this room, and fucking you into
submission.”

“Submission?”

“Yeah. You were trying to be all hard, but I knew you wanted
me.”

“You think every woman wants you.”

“But they do.”

This time, I punch him in the side. He grunts then shakes
with laughter.

“Hey! Okay, okay.”

I sit up and gaze down at his smiling face. “Because it’s
the
big
things they’re interested in.”

“And you’re interested in my smell and my voice?”

I place my hand over his heart, hoping he’ll get the
message. He loses the smile and tightens his arm around me.

“All of you.”

He doesn’t speak. Not a word. Not with his lips, anyway. The
look in his eyes is worth a million words. He’s breathing harder and his
fingers are digging into my hip. I know I’m not the only one who feels this
connection between us. I
know
it. He probably just doesn’t recognize it
for what it is.
He loves me, too. I’m sure of it.

“I want all of you, Gage. Your body, mind… heart, and soul.
Because that’s the way you have me.”

He pulls me to him, his palm at the back of my neck, and
crushes my lips to his. His tongue forces its way between my lips and I open up
for him. One hand fists in my hair while the other grabs my hip. I slide my leg
over and straddle him, keeping our lips connected. Crazy little sensations race
up my spine as his fingers trail up my back. I nip at his bottom lip, pulling
on it before snaking my tongue into his mouth. He moans, meeting it with his.
His dick is now at attention, resting on my ass cheeks. I sit up and reach behind
me to wrap my fingers around it. He groans, lifting his hips.

“My turn,” I say with a hint of mischief.

I kiss my way down his chest, licking at his tats. He buries
his hand in my hair, gently nudging me. Settling between his legs, I grip the
monster.

“Lick it.”

As I slide my tongue over the tip, I smile up at him. He
drags a breath through his teeth. I follow up with a swirl around the head
before taking him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he groans.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and suck him as I move up and down
his length. His hand tightens in my hair. I take him to the back of my throat
and try to go farther still.

“Fuck, babe.”

Pulling back, I catch my breath while I stroke him with my
hand. He’s so wet, my fingers glide easily.

“Time for some nuts.” With a wicked grin, I lick one of his
balls. His head falls back on the pillow. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my
tongue around it, and then move to its twin. “Guess I’m not allergic after
all.”

Moving back to his dick, I lick him from base to tip then
close my lips around him. I suck him hard, showing no mercy, just like he did
to me. I have both hands wrapped around him now, stroking and sucking
simultaneously.

“Fuck!” he yells, pulling on my hair.

He tries to guide my movements, but I push his hand away. His
hips jerk as I lightly slide my teeth along the shaft. I place it between my
breasts, pushing them together to grip him. He rises up on his elbows and
watches me with hooded eyes. I start to move, but I only manage a few strokes
before he grabs my shoulders and flips me onto my back. He straddles my chest
and I push my breasts back together as he slides his dick between them.

“Love your tits, babe.”

I watch his face as he fucks my boobs. Somehow, it seems as
if he’s getting as much pleasure from it as when he’s inside me. I fucking love
it. I stick my tongue out so every time he pushes forward, I lick his tip. He
groans and grunts, pumping faster as his orgasm draws close. I release my
breasts and grab his dick, sucking on the head while I jerk him off.

“Fuck, Raven, I’m—”

I cut him off when I suck harder. He pulses beneath my
fingers and then I feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow
each spurt, still sucking as he jerks above me. It’s not
that
disgusting.

“Jesus Christ!”

He stares down at me in disbelief because I keep him in my
mouth, even when I feel him start to soften. Groaning, he pulls away
reluctantly.

“Fuck. Don’t know if I love your mouth or your pussy more.”

He moves down my body, but I wriggle away from him because I
don’t think I can handle another round. He chuckles and sidles up next to me,
pulling me back into his arms.

“You done for the night?” he asks.

“Let’s pace ourselves here.”

“Told you you’d be begging for a break.”

“Yeah, but you’re killing me.”

“Hey, they don’t call me Reaper for nothing,” he replies,
voice laced with conceit.

“You know, in some cultures, the raven is considered a
symbol of death.”

He pulls me closer, his arm tightening around me. “See,
doll? Just proves you were made for me.”

Baby Jesus. This man is intent on pulling me in so deep that
I have no hope of ever getting out. God, I hope these are more than just words.
I would die if he doesn’t feel the same way I do.

“I’m gonna get a beer. You want anything?”

“Stay. I’ll get it,” I tell him.

I put on a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt with “Reaper”
across the chest, then head out to the kitchen. A few of the guys are playing
pool while Venom is in a corner getting his dick sucked by a Hound.
Hello,
Venom
. Shit, having a big dick must be a requirement for membership in this
club.
Damn
. Everyone greets me, even Venom, who smiles and waves. I make
my way to the kitchen, shaking my head and laughing to myself. I grab two beers
for Gage and place them on the counter while I get myself a soda. When I turn
around, Britney is standing there staring at me.
Fuck! Why do bitches insist
on sneaking up on me?

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

“No. Just hot.” I shrug.

“You walk around here wearing his clothes and act like
you’re the club queen or something,” she sneers at me.

“Not a queen. But I’m Gage’s woman. You’re a Hound.
Therefore, you stay the fuck out of my way.”

“Woman? Where’s your cut?” She giggles. “He just feels sorry
for you. Why would he want to claim damaged pussy?”

Okay, now she’s pissing me off.
How dare she treat what
happened to me like some sort of disease?

“At least I’m not community pussy. Every brother here has
fucked you and you’re still a Hound. Face it. You’re like the heel of the
bread—everyone touches it, but nobody really wants it.”

She straightens, anger and hate in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah? While you were on your little emotional trip, who
do you think was taking care of Gage? He was with me every. Single. Night. It’s
just a matter of time before he drops you and makes me his old lady.”

Rage clouds my vision. First Lonnie, now her. Without even
thinking, I lunge at her. I curl my fists and land a punch to her nose. She
screams and falls back against the wall, covering her nose. The bitch tries to
run but I catch up with her in the bar, grabbing her hair and yanking her
toward me. I kick her feet from under her and she falls flat on her back. She
should be very comfortable. Slut. Vaguely, I hear the guys laughing and
hooting, but I drown them out. I sit astride her and grab her neck. Her arms
flail, trying to grab me, but I’ve got her good. I squeeze and watch her eyes
bug out as she struggles to breathe.

“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?”

Blood trickles from her nose. I squeeze tighter but then
there are hands all over me. After a struggle, I’m pulled away from her and Tek
helps her to her feet as she fights to draw air into her lungs.

“Stay in your lane, slut!” I shout as I reach for her. I
drag myself from the arms holding me and turn to see Gage’s confused stare.
Motherfucker.

“Don’t touch me!”

I haul ass back into his room, pacing as anger courses
through my body. That cock-sucking motherfucker! I can’t believe he was
screwing that slut waffle and then climbing into bed with me every night. He
walks in, still looking bewildered.

“What the hell happened?” he asks.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!”

“What? What did
I
do?”

“What did
you
do? You said I was your woman.”

“You are.”

“Then why does your whore think it’s okay to talk to me
however she wants to?”

“My whore?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Yes, your whore! Or maybe
I’m
the whore, huh?”

“Don’t fucking say that.”

“Why not? According to her, you’re just with me because you
feel sorry for me, and you’re going to drop me at any moment and make her your
old lady.”

“Babe, you know that’s bullshit.”

“Don’t
babe
me.”

I can’t think straight, and I can’t keep still.
I need to
fucking hit something.
Turning to the punching bag, I let loose. Deep, deep
down, the rational part of me knows she’s probably lying but it’s losing to my
irrational, royally pissed-off side. He tries to grab me again, but I push him
away.

“I said don’t touch me!”

His face hardens. Now, he’s getting angry.
Good.

“Raven, cut it out. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Fuck you! Go tend to your whore. I think I broke her nose.”

“Raven—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

Anger turns to hurt. The kind where you feel like your lungs
have been ripped out and you can’t breathe. Hurt so deep you think your heart
will stop at any moment because you simply can’t go on living. That’s how I
feel. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I press my palm to the ache in my chest.

“I don’t know what she told you—”

“How could you? How could you screw her every night and then
hold me in your arms like you cared?”

“Is that what she said? And you believe that?”

Like I expected him to admit it. I grab my backpack from the
closet and start shoving some clothes in it. I can’t be here right now.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.

“What does it look like?”

“You’re not leaving.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“You’re not leaving,” he repeats. This time, it’s
the
voice
.

I pause momentarily, almost giving in. But then I remember
Britney’s words. I zip up my bag, pull on some jeans, and grab my phone from
the nightstand. His eyes follow me as I remove a hoodie from the closet.

“You walk out that door, I swear I’m going to put you over
my knee.”

I stop in the doorway and turn to him. He’s not facing me.
Coward.

“Goodbye, Gage.”

***Gage***

Goodbye? She’s out of her fucking mind if she thinks I’m
letting her walk out of here.
That stupid bitch Britney. I should have sent
her packing a long time ago.
I storm after Raven and find her begging Ron
to give her a ride. He looks to me nervously, seeking permission.

“Raven,” I call to her.

“Ugh! Forget it. Forget you. Forget all of you!” she
screams.

She rushes to the door, dialing on her phone.
Who the
fuck is she calling?
I catch up with her outside and grab her wrist but she
wrenches out of my grasp.

“Fuck off,
pendejo
!”

She starts rambling in Spanish, so I have no idea what the
fuck she’s saying, but I know it can’t be good.

“Just calm down. Let’s go back inside and talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Babe—”

“Gage, please….”

Her tears fucking break me in half. I can’t stand to see her
like this. Not again. And not over some bullshit.

“I just need some space.”

“Space for what? Come back inside.”

She looks down at her phone then toward the gate. “I have to
go.”

I’m obviously not going to get anywhere with her while she’s
in this mood, so I concede. For now.

“At least tell me where you’re going.”

“Chrissy’s.”

“Okay. I’ll take you.”

“I have a ride.”

“Who?”

“Chris,” she answers defiantly.

Fuck. “Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Don’t.”

I watch her walk away, fighting the urge to throw her over
my shoulder and take her back inside. She steps through the gates and right
into Chris’ arms. Fuck! I storm back inside, needing to break someone’s fucking
face. Everyone stares at me when I enter. E’s by the bar, working on Britney’s
nose. I push him out of the way, watching her cringe as I get in her face.

“What the fuck did you say to her?”

“I—”

“Fuck it. Doesn’t even matter. You’re done. I see you in my
club again, you won’t like it.”

“But Gage—”

“I fucking mean it, bitch. Fuck off.” I turn away and make
my way back to my room. “Get her the fuck out of here.”

I slam the door behind me and pace the room in frustration.
Fuck my life! What is it with these bitches? A few words. That’s all it took for
her to walk out on me. A few words from the mouth of a fucking lying whore.
There’s a knock at the door, and I know it’s E before he sticks his head in.

“Not now, E.”

He comes in anyway and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Your girl’s got a mean punch.”

“I know. I taught her.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Chrissy’s.”

He follows me with his eyes as I walk back and forth.

“You gonna go get her?”

“Let her cool off. We’d just end up fighting all night, and
that’s the last thing I want.”

“What
do
you want?”

I stop pacing and turn to him in confusion. “What do you
mean?”

“You have her in a precarious situation. She’s not a casual
fuck, but you also haven’t made a claim—”

“She’s my woman.”

“Yes, but without that cut? To the Hounds, she’s just
another
woman.”

“They’re Hounds. They shouldn’t be in my fucking business.”

“True… but for some reason I can’t see, bitches love you.”

I crack a smile and sit next to him. This is why he’s my
best friend. “
Crazy
bitches. I’m fucking lucky that Raven isn’t.”

“Which is why you need to man the fuck up. Just do it
already.”

I take a deep breath and fall back on the mattress, staring
up at the ceiling. I hate to admit it but he’s right. The question is, is she
ready?