RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (45 page)

***Raven***

“He’s such a dick! I can’t believe I swallowed—”

I stop myself, but a little too late. Chrissy’s eyes widen
and she pokes me in the side with her index finger.

“You little slut! What did it taste like?”

“Why don’t you ask Britney?”

“Come on, Ray. You know that bitch was lying through her
skanky teeth.”

Chrissy strokes my hair as I cry my eyes out on her pillow.
I haven’t stopped crying since I got here. She had to try to piece things
together because I could barely tell her the story through my sobs. Gage has
been calling and texting all day, but I’ve been avoiding him. I just don’t know
what to say to him.

“I know. That’s the fucked-up part.”

“Then… I don’t get it.” She gives me a confused frown.

I sit up cross-legged, searching for the words to make her
understand. “I have no place there.”

“What do you mean?”

“He says I’m his woman but in his world, it’s not official
unless he gives me that stupid jacket. She would have never spoken to Marlowe
or Renae like that. There’s just no respect.”

“Ah… I know what you mean. I’ve had to warn off a few of
those bitches.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Ron knows I’ll remove his balls if he cheats on me.”

“It shouldn’t be this hard, should it?”

“Love is never easy, Ray.”

“Well, it should be.”

She moves closer and curls her arm around my shoulder. I
return her embrace, wondering why men have to be so difficult.

“It’s good you left. Maybe this will help him get his shit
together.”

“Hopefully.”

“Did you take the pill?”

“Of course.”

When we went shopping, I made a stop at the pharmacy to get
a refill on my birth control prescription and grabbed some morning-after pills,
too. I can’t afford to get pregnant right now.

Chrissy’s mom calls from outside the door, knocks, and then
enters. “Raven, there’s someone here to see you.”

Even without the nervous look on her face, I would have known
it was him. It’s not like I know many people here. Plus, he’s probably in a
rage about me not answering his calls or texts.

“Thanks. I’ll be right there.”

I wash my face and make my way downstairs, searching for the
courage to face him. When I see him, I understand why Mrs. Contreras looked so
uneasy. He’s in full biker gear, and the scowl on his face would scare anyone.
Not me, though. I just want to jump into his arms.

He takes one look at my face and the scowl is replaced with
concern.

“You’ve been crying,” says Captain Obvious.

“Aren’t we observant today?”

“Get your shit. We’re leaving.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You said you needed space. I’ve given you enough time.”

“Time? I’ve been gone one night,” I point out.

“Too long. It’s time to come home.”

“Home? You mean your club with all your whores?”

“Raven—”

“Don’t. I’m not coming back as long as she’s there.”

“She’s out. I kicked her out.”

Oh? That’s something, I guess. Just one less bitch to
deal with.

“And I swear I haven’t touched her since we’ve been
together.”

He drags a hand down his face, drawing my attention. He
looks tired. His eyes are red, the lids are drooping, and there are bags under
his eyes.

“You look horrible.”

“I didn’t sleep last night.”

“I wonder why,” I reply, trying to sound indifferent.

He takes my hand and pulls me against him. I get a whiff of
his cologne and go weak in the knees.

“Because you weren’t there. Our bed felt empty without you.”

Our bed. He said
our
bed. Then again, that’s all he
ever does—talk. He says all kinds of things but won’t back them up with
actions. I step out of his arms and put some space between us.

“Go home, Gage.”

“What? I’m not leaving without you.”

For once, he doesn’t seem so confident. His tone is still
authoritative, but his eyes betray him. There’s a desperation there I’ve never
seen before. Maybe Chrissy was right. A little time apart should help him make
a decision about what he wants.

“I need more time.”

“What the fuck for? Cut the bullshit, Raven. Let’s go.”

“No. I’m going inside and I’m not coming back out. Go home,
Gage.”

I let myself back inside quickly before I give in to him.
Pressing my back against the door, I close my eyes and try to block out his
helpless expression. I tell myself this is for the best, but I don’t quite
believe it.
What if this time apart does the opposite of what I hope to
achieve? What if he decides he doesn’t want me anymore?

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I purse my lips and turn to Chrissy’s mom.

“No, Mrs. C. I’m not.”

***

“Raven, Gage is here,” Mrs. C calls up the stairs.

I put my Kindle down and get ready to descend the stairs for
our daily ritual. I’ve been here a week and he’s shown up every night. Mrs. C
doesn’t get nervous and scared anymore because the man has already charmed her.
Not Mr. C, though. He won’t let Gage any farther than the doorstep.

Every evening, we walk around the block in silence. At the
end, he asks if I’m leaving with him. I highly doubt my answer will be any
different tonight. Not that it’s been easy. It kills me to walk away from him
every night when all I want to do is jump his bones. My only reprieve has been
the three days of bleeding I had from taking the morning-after pill. It’s
stopped now so Lord knows what I’ll do when I see him.

Chris stops me in the hallway. We haven’t spoken much since
I’ve been here, and I know my very presence is difficult for him.

“You’re going back to him, aren’t you?” he asks.

“We’re not broken up. I just needed to be away from him for
a while.”

“A while? Next time, I may not be close by.” He cups my
cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he stares at me wistfully. “Didn’t I make
you happy?”

“Chris… it wasn’t you. You were wonderful.”

“Then why? Why did you choose him?”

“I just… Maybe if I’d met you first, things would have been
different.”

He drops his hand to his side then shoves both in his
pockets. “I guess I never stood a chance then, huh?”

“Chris—”

“Go. He’s waiting for you.”

I stare at his back as he retreats, head hanging down, and
it breaks my heart to see him like this. 
I should leave. I can’t keep
hurting him like this. First thing in the morning, I’m finding a hotel.

As usual, Gage is waiting for me at the door. I take his
extended hand and we begin our trek around the block. Thinking about Chris,
Gage, and everything else has me in knots. This is not how I envisioned my
life. I’ve been thrown so many lemons I could make a shit load of lemonade.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” I answer. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Life. Where I am… Where I wanna be.”

“Where do you want to be?”

He stops walking and pulls me to him, staring down at me
patiently. Our eyes meet, and I know beyond a doubt he’s what I want. Wherever
he is, that’s home. If I’m going to be making lemonade then he’s definitely the
sugar. He wraps his arms around me and I inhale his scent.

“I really don’t know… but I do know I want you there with
me.”

He holds me tighter and I swear relief floods his features.

“I will. For as long as you want me, I’ll be right there
with you, doll.”

“I want you.”

He leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. It’s only
been a week, but it seems like it’s been decades since I felt his kiss. His
lips move slowly over mine, teasing until I grant him entrance. He moans when
our tongues meet. I slip my hands under his cut and sink my nails into his
lower back.

“Come home, Raven,” he begs, resting his forehead on mine.

“The clubhouse isn’t a home, Gage.”

“You wanna move into the house? We’ll move into the house.”

“Really?”

That caught me off-guard. But at least if I’m not at the
clubhouse, I won’t have to deal with those bitches daily. Plus, this move is
sure to open their eyes to the fact that I’m not some temporary amusement.

“Yes, really. I meant it when I said I don’t want to wake up
without you. I’ve given you enough time. You need to get your ass back in my
bed.”

“You’re so romantic,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“You knew that shit before you got with me. So, you coming
home or what?”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Raven—”

“
Ask
me.”

He takes a deep breath and expels it through his mouth. His
eyes lock on to mine and he cradles my face in his hands.

“Raven, I miss you. I can’t go another day without waking up
next to you or coming home to you. I need you, babe. Come home. Please.”

How can a woman say no to that?
Not able to find
words, I simply nod. He grabs my hand and drags me back toward the house at a
pace I have to walk double-time to keep up with.

“Get your stuff. I’ll wait for you here.”

I tell Mr. and Mrs. Contreras I’m leaving, thank them for
their hospitality, and hurry upstairs to pack. I can’t wait to be in Gage’s
arms again. Fuck, I missed him. I shoot off a text to Chrissy then cram my
stuff into my backpack. That done, I head to Chris’ room to tell him goodbye
but he’s not there. I make my way back downstairs and find Mr. and Mrs. C in
the kitchen.

“I’m leaving now, Mrs. C. Thanks again for putting up with
me.”

“Anytime,
mija
. You’re always welcome here,” she
says, pulling me in for a hug.

“Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

“No problem. You be careful and call us if you need
anything.”

“I will.”

I kiss Mr. C’s cheek and hustle out the door before Gage
loses his patience. What I witness outside will surely bring on the apocalypse.
Gage. Chris. Shaking hands.
Mind
.
Blown
. I watch the events
unfold in total shock. They nod to each other in that way men do, that says
they have an understanding.

Chris hugs me and whispers in my ear before going back
inside. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you.” I walk toward Gage in a daze. “What was that
about?”

“Just working stuff out.”

“What stuff?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“You were right,” he answers. “He cares about you and doesn’t
want to see you get hurt.”

“What did he say?”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

He climbs onto his bike and extends his hand to me, but I
hesitate. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden with him. Based on what Marlowe
and Renae have told me, being on the back of his bike is a big thing. I’ve been
there before—twice—but it just seems different now. It seems… more serious.

“Come on, doll.”

I take his hand and climb on behind him. He waits until I’ve
secured my helmet and then he fires up the engine. Vibrations thrum through my
body. He grabs my thighs and pulls me even closer to him.

“Hold on tight, babe.”

***Gage***

I’ve always thought the best feeling in the world is being
on the open road on my Harley. Just man and machine. Then, Raven happened. I
haven’t been the same since that first day she sat on the back of my bike. Now,
with her soft body pressed against me and her arms tightly wound around my
waist, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I roll into the clubhouse and park in
the garage. She hops down and hands me her backpack. When we walk inside, the
men practically lose their minds. You’d think she was their woman. Rico starts
talking a mile a minute in Spanish before Razor picks her up in a bear hug then
passes her off to the others one by one. They each give her a variation of
“welcome back,” all while she giggles and soaks up the attention.

“Get ya’ll’s filthy hands off my woman,” I growl.

“Your woman ain’t complaining, though, Prez,” Tek says,
laughing.

“That’s ’cause she’s nice. I’m not.”

I grab her hand and pull her along to our room, giving my
brothers the finger when they start laughing and calling me pussy-whipped.
Fuck
that shit.
It’s been a week and that’s exactly where I’m itching to be
right now, so deep she’ll feel like I’m trying to crawl inside her. She laughs
when I slam the door and push her down on the bed. Immediately, I start tearing
at my clothes.

“Clothes. Off,” I command.

She giggles and pulls her top over her head. Fuck me. She’s
not wearing a bra. The sight of her breasts makes my dick throb. She kicks off
her shorts, but I stop her when she hooks her thumbs into her panties.

“Leave it. That’s mine.”

She lies back on her elbows, breathing hard through her
mouth. I drink her in, becoming more intoxicated by the second.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

I step between her legs and grab the back of her neck,
pulling her lips to mine. She moans and I realize just how much I missed the
sound. She’d only been gone a few days. Jesus. I’m well and truly fucked.

“Are you?”

What the…? I didn’t say that out loud, did I?
“Am I
what?”

“Pussy-whipped.”

“Call me anything you want to, babe. Just as long as you
scream my name when I’m fucking you.”

I sink my teeth into her nipple, making her cry out. “Gage!”

“Just like that.” I slip my hand into her panties and find
her soaking wet. So slippery, my fingers are sliding all over. “Fuck.”

I can’t wait to get inside her. I drag her panties over her
hips and down her legs, then place a pillow at the edge of the bed. Wrapping my
arms around her thighs, I pull her to me and lift her so her ass rests on the
pillow. She bites into a corner of her bottom lip and stares up at me. My balls
tighten at the sight.

“Fuck. This might be quick.” The moment I reach into my
boxers, someone has the fucking nerve to knock on the door. “You knock again,
you’re fucking dead!”

There’s a pause and then sure enough, they knock again. I
throw the blanket over Raven, grab my gun, and storm to the door. Throwing it
open, I settle my Glock between the man’s eyes. Tek. He throws his hands up in
a gesture of surrender then slowly pushes the gun out of his face. I return it
to its original position.

“Sorry for the interruption, Prez, but we got a problem.”

“You can’t handle it without me?”

“Sorry. It’s the, uh...” He glances nervously at Raven then
back to me. “Site.”

“Fuck!”

The “site” can only be my warehouse. The place is like a
fortress and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. It’s isolated and no
one really knows about it. Him coming to get me means someone either found a
way in or is trying to get in.
Fuck!

He slowly backs away then leaves. I slam the door,
frustration taking hold as I turn to Raven. She’s already moved from the
position I put her in, looking resigned because she knows I have to leave.
Maybe I can be quick. Then again, once I start, I know I won’t be able to stop.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She sees my indecision and smirks, throwing off the blanket.
Turning on her side, she strikes a seductive pose and bites into her lip.
Fuck
it. Just a little taste.
I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the
bed then fall to my knees. I lick my lips in anticipation as I spread her legs.
I missed her taste. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her
soaked pussy. I slide my tongue between her lips, licking up as much of her
juices as I can. She moans, pulling hard on my hair.

“Fuck, woman. You taste amazing.”

I swear I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and
everything in between. Why did I start this? It’s only that much harder to
leave now. She yelps as I bite down gently on her clit. I pull away and
reluctantly get to my feet.

“I gotta go, doll.”

“Seriously?” she asks in wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re
going to get me started and leave?”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Don’t
touch
yourself.”

“Why the fuck not?”

I lean over her, my face inches from hers. “It’s been a week
since I made you come, Raven. The next orgasm you have, my dick will be buried
inside that tight pussy of yours. Got it?”

She swallows hard and nods. “Got it.”

“Good. Be in this bed when I get back.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me attitude, rolling her eyes.

I drag my clothes back on and give her a quick kiss before I
leave. I can’t wait to come back and finish what I started.