RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (46 page)

***Raven***

As soon as he walks out the door, I reach between my legs
and start rubbing my clit. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to leave me
hanging. Maybe it’s payback for all the times he ended up with blue balls. I
snicker at the thought. I wonder if he jacked off on those nights.
Ugh!
I stop touching myself and put my panties and top on. The man has ruined
masturbation for me. Now that I know what the real thing is like, it just
doesn’t feel the same.

I grab my sketch pad and colored pencils, and then climb
back into bed. As I try to choose a color, I realize I haven’t used them since
he got them for me. Everything I’ve drawn since then has been so… dark. Despite
that, I reach for the black. I know I’m going to draw Gage, and you can’t draw
the Reaper without black, right? This time, though, I also grab a few shades of
blue to make sure I get the color of his eyes right. No more red eyes.

I put my MP3 player on shuffle, and let my fingers glide
over the blank sheet before I start. I rarely plan what to draw; I just clear
my mind and let my hands roam free. By the time I’m done, I have a portrait of
us—as the Grim Reaper and Lady Death. Instead of a cape, I have wings. I’m
standing before him in a very Superman-esque pose, wings spread. The arm
holding his scythe is draped over my shoulder and we’re both wearing fierce
expressions—not evil, just ones that say we can handle anything thrown at us. I
stencil in “Rage” at the top in big, bold letters, surrounded by blue flames. I
hold it out in front of me to get a better look and decide I’m definitely
framing it. I think I’ll hang it above our bed. In the house. I hope he was
serious because I
cannot
wait to move.

I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring
up at the ceiling. I’m bored now.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.

Raven: What are u up 2?

Chrissy: Nothing! Bored!

Raven: Me, too!

Chrissy: Let’s do something.

Raven: K. What?

Chrissy: Scythe?

Raven: I don’t have anything to wear.

Chrissy: I got you! Be there in an hour.

I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m
a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea
when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in
a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the
bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging
neckline.

“I bought it for—” she stops, bites her lip, then continues,
“I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”

Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank
you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug,
squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed,
and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide
against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have
to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a
little voice in my mind says,
Yeah
…
right
. He will
not
be
a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.

***Gage***

“How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a
third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he
still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.

I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face
again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who
sent him.

“Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy
paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep
anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”

“What did he look like?”

“It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”

“Did you tell anyone else about it?”

“No one, I swear. Please… please, don’t kill me.”

“You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I
ask.

“He… he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what
was on it, though.”

“Like this?” I point to my cut.

“Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me
another grand if I pulled it off.”

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him.
If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are.
Maybe he can help me.

“You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”

Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”

“
But
… I need information. I need to know who this guy
is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t… I
will
find you and I
will
put you in the ground. Got it?”

“I will. I promise.”

I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock
and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”

He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make
sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I
can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My
dick gets hard as I think about it.

After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but
find an empty room instead.
The fuck?
I call her, but it just rings then
goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.

Raven: At Scythe.

Gage: On my way.

I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to;
she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her
on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in
the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands
over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at
her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell.
They can look but only
I
get to touch.

I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s mesmerizing, moving
in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right
on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip,
she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging
to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress
look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at
me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my
ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains
against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as
she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her
dress on the floor.
At least we agree on that.
She combs her fingers
through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.

I move through the crowd, our gazes locked the entire time
while she sings along with the song. As I stand before her, she licks her lips and
angles her head for a kiss. I lean in but at the last moment, she turns her
back to me and starts grinding on me. I look down, biting into my bottom lip as
her ass glides left to right across my dick. She bends at the waist and whips
her hair as she straightens. I grab her hips and pull her closer so she feels
what she’s doing to me.

Turning her head, she raises her lips to mine. She whispers
against them, again telling me through the song that she’s proud to be mine. So
am I. Fucking proud she’s mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and keep
her in place as I press my lips her hers. Using my tongue, I brand her as mine
in front of everyone in the club. When she moans, I know I can’t wait a moment
longer to be inside her. I break the kiss and grab her hand. I look behind me
to find Chrissy, make sure she’s taken care of, and I see her and Ron in a
corner. Pulling Raven behind me, I start heading for the exit.

“Wait. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“But I’m not ready,” she whines. “I wanna dance.”

I stop and turn to her, placing my lips at her ear. “I wanna
fuck.”

She shivers against me but still gives me attitude. “You’re
the one who left me alone while you went off and did God knows what.”

That reminds me, she didn’t do as she was told. I pull her
into the archway and forcefully back her up on the wall. She stares up at me in
wide-eyed shock, lips parted.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Raven.”

***Raven***

“I told you to wait for me,” he growls.

“I got bored.”

“Bored?” he asks in disbelief. “The entire time I was gone,
all I could think about was you and your pussy… getting home and diving into
that shit.”

Diving? What does he think I am, a fucking pool?
“Diving?”

“As wet as you get for me, babe, ain’t no other way to
describe it.”

I swallow hard. As crude as he is, I still find it sexy as
hell. “That shit?”

Grabbing my thighs, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around
his hips. He presses against me, leaving no room between his dick and my pussy.
I fight the urge to moan.

“This shit.
My
shit,” he proclaims.

Dear. God.
I want nothing more than for him to dive
into his shit right now, but I don’t know why I have to be such a smart-ass.
“Baby Jesus. Can’t you control that thing?”

“Not when it’s in its happy place.”

Fuck.
“It’s happy place?”

“Right between your thighs, baby doll.”

Double fuck.
“We’re in public!”

“I give zero fucks. You’re mine. If I want to fuck you on
the stage in front of everyone, I can. Just be glad I don’t want anyone seeing
your sexy ass.”

“Caveman much?”

He grinds his hips against me, pressing his hard-on onto my
pussy. My muscles clench and I suck in a breath. He leans closer, his lips a
whisper from mine.
Fuck. That stage is looking pretty good right now.

“There are few things in this life that are certain, Raven.
But there’s one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt. You. Belong. To
me
.”

That’s it. No more smart-ass comments. I grab his shirt and
tug him to me, pressing my lips to his. Instantly, he takes over, parting my
lips with his tongue. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he presses me even
harder onto his erection. I moan and whimper, grabbing at his clothes and hair,
tightening my legs around him and grinding my hips. Without warning, he
releases me and places me on my feet.

“Upstairs. Now.”

I lead the way to his office, power-walking my way to that
bitch. I can’t even express how badly I need him right now. Glancing back at
him as we move through the crowd, I see the single-minded purpose in his eyes
and demeanor. The world could come crashing down around us and it wouldn’t matter
to him; he’s getting inside me no matter what.

He unlocks the door and I hurry inside, pulling my dress up
as I hop onto his desk. He drops his cut on a chair and reaches behind him to
pull his T-shirt over his head. The only light in the room is coming from the
strobe lights downstairs, and the different colors play on his body as he moves
toward me. Fuck, he’s hot. My muscles tighten. He steps between my legs and
grabs my ass, dragging me forward. I reach for him but he pulls me off the desk
and to my feet, promptly turning me around. He grinds his erection on my ass
and I moan, pressing back into him.

“Hands up,” he whispers in my ear.

I comply and he slowly removes my dress, allowing the
material to caress my skin. Once it’s off, he tosses it aside and retrieves a
rubber band from the organizer on his desk. My breathing becomes erratic as he
puts my hair in a ponytail.
What is he going to do?
His fingers glide
down my spine, and my back arches as the resulting shiver spreads through me.
He kisses his way slowly down my body, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I throw
my head back, quivering with need. My clit is pulsating, longing for attention.
His fingers curl into my panties and he pulls them slowly down, leaving them
around my ankles. As he straightens, he slides his fingers up my legs and
thighs, over my hips, and up my sides.

“Gage….”

“Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”

I part them as far as my constraint will allow and brace my
palms on the flat surface. He walks around the desk to stand before me, then
leans forward and licks my right nipple. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue
swirls, feeling it harden beneath his attention. He moves to the left, sucking
on it while his fingers tweak the right. Then pain shoots through me. I gasp
and look down to see a small binder clip on my right nipple.

“Ow!”

He quirks a concerned brow at me. “Too much?”

I give myself time to adjust and find it’s not so bad. It
actually feels pretty good.

“No.”

He clamps the second one on, making me wince. Jesus. I want
to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache, but I can’t. Flicking one of
the clips with his finger, he draws a helpless whimper out of me.

“Good girl.”

Pain? What pain?
Those two words just made it all go
away. He stands behind me once more and caresses my ass cheeks, his palms
gently kneading my flesh. Oh, God. He’s going to spank me. My body swallows up
the knowledge, my pussy juices dripping down my thigh.

“Look.” He grasps my chin and directs my gaze to the crowd
below.

They’re all oblivious down there, caught up in a world of
music, alcohol, and sex—or the potential of sex. He pushes against me, his warm
breath caressing my ear. Goose bumps pepper my skin.

“All those fuckers down there… they want you. They want
what’s mine.”

His voice is husky, shaking with barely controlled anger. He
flattens his palm on my stomach, then at a snail’s pace, slides it down to cup
my pussy. I gasp as he parts my lips with his finger. His other hand moves to
my breast, fidgeting with the clip on my nipple. I roll my hips, grinding on
his erection as he circles my clit. He presses his lips to my ear, his voice
thick and gravelly.

“They can’t have you. I will kill every. Last. Fucking. One
of them.”

I’m trembling like it’s below zero in the room. Shuddering
breaths overwhelm me, rapid and rampant. What he does to me is unnatural. This
can’t be normal, can it? No woman should react this way to a man. His hand
leaves my breast and returns to my ass, soliciting a guttural moan.

“Gage….”

The first smack lands on my left cheek. I flinch but don’t
cry out. While soothing that cheek, another blow lands on my right.

“You have no clue, Raven. No fucking idea what you do to
me.”

His voice is sex itself. It penetrates me on a primal level
where only a man and his woman exist. He’s right. I belong to him. He slaps me
again and plunges a finger inside me.

“
Dios!
”

“
Fuck,
you’re so wet.” He places his lips at my ear
once more and grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t you
ever
take my pussy away from me again.” Another finger joins the party, and I lose
track of how many times he smacks me as he fucks me with his fingers. “You hear
me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I hear you!” I shout.

“And?”

Fuck. He wants to have a conversation right now? It’s damn
near impossible to concentrate on anything. “I won’t leave again.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right.”

He removes his fingers and I shiver at the sound of his
zipper. Without ceremony, he grabs my hips and slams into me. I cry out and he
curls his fingers over my shoulders, keeping me in place as he buries himself
deep. When he begins to move, he pulls no punches. He rams into me repeatedly,
releasing his frustrations from the past week.

“Gage… Oh, God!”

His hands slide back to my hips and he moves faster, his
balls slapping against my mound.

“
Chucha madre
!”

He grunts and fucks me harder, tugging on my ponytail.
Jesus. We haven’t been doing this long but he’s never been this…brutal. This is
the part of him he told me about. The part that doesn’t do romance or
relationships. This is Reaper. The man you see if you want someone killed or,
if you’re a woman, a good fuck. And I fucking love this part of him, too.

“Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me!”

He growls and reaches around to press down on one of the
binder clips. Sweet pain pulses through me, and I clench around him. He pushes
on my back until I’m lying on the desk and then he really lets me have it. Each
thrust jolts me forward, the clips on my nipples connecting with the desk. Pain
and pleasure, pleasure and pain… I don’t know which sensation is stronger.

He reaches around to stroke my clit and pleasure triumphs. I
clamp down on him and scream as I come. He grabs my ponytail, tugs me toward
him, and rips the clips off my nipples. My body jerks, vibrating in sweet
rapture. I collapse against him, unable to hold my own weight. Picking me up,
he sets me on the desk and slides his tongue between my lips. I shudder as he
licks at my clit. Pushing my legs together, he places them on his shoulder. He
slides inside me, but it’s an even tighter fit with my legs like this.

“Jesus, baby.”

I can’t help it. I giggle a little.

“What the fuck is funny?”

“You said ‘Jesus, baby’. I say ‘baby Jesus’. I just
thought—”

He goes deep, cutting me off. I gasp, forgetting what I was
about to say.

“I’m all for the man upstairs but right now, it’s all about
me.” He transfers my right leg to his left shoulder and leans forward. “Your
mind, body, and soul should be focused on
me
.”

I stare into his eyes and all other thoughts flee. The only
ones I have are of him. “Yes.”

He starts to move, at a slower pace this time but giving no
less pleasure. His thumb circles my clit as he completely withdraws then sinks
deep. I groan in frustration every time he pulls out.

“Gage, please….”

“You want me to fuck you, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Or do you want to make love?”

“Fuck me. Please!” I plead.

He bites into his bottom lip then gives me exactly what I
asked for. I arch my back, palming my breasts to stop them from bouncing
around.

“Don’t,” he barks.

I drop my hands and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself
anchored. He grunts and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I know he’s
close. I tighten around him the way he likes and he closes his eyes, groaning
in pleasure. He moves faster, his thumb rubbing in dizzying circles. I’m
moaning so loudly, everyone in the club would probably hear me if it wasn’t for
the music.

“Come on. Come for me.”

He pinches my nipple, twisting it as my body goes taut.

“Gage!”

He goes still while my muscles clench around his dick.
Leaning on the desk, he hangs his head, taking deep, calming breaths. Placing
my hand over my hammering heart, I attempt to control my own breathing. I
giggle, looking up at my feet above his head, shoes still on, panties around my
ankles.

“What?”

“My panties.”

He smiles and pulls them off, then gently lowers my legs. I
hold him close as he leans forward to kiss me.

“I don’t wanna pull out,” he mumbles against my lips. “Your
pussy is my Heaven, Raven… the only one I’ll ever know.”

“Oh, Gage….”

How can he make something dirty sound sweet? How can he get
me worked up and turn me to mush at the same time?

“Let’s go home. I want you in my bed.”

He watches as he pulls out of me, a smirk on his lips. I
squirm just a little, feeling his cum trickling out.

“I need to clean up.”

“Bathroom’s over there.” He nods to a door on his right. I
hurry in then return to see him leaning on his desk, waiting for me. He watches
as I get dressed, but he doesn’t return my panties, giving me an evil smile.
I’ve got his number.

“I hope you drove… unless you want me on the back of your
bike in
this
dress and no panties.” He loses the smile and hands them to
me grudgingly. “Thank you,” I say in a dripping-with-honey voice.

He shrugs into his cut and opens the door for me to precede
him. I lean against the wall and watch him as he locks the door. His smile
makes my heart do a crazy beat. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my arms around
him and take a deep breath.

“Do I smell musky?” He chuckles.

“You smell like
us
.”

Resting my chin on his chest, I stare up at him, hoping my
feelings aren’t evident in my expression. I love him so much, but I don’t know
if he’s ready to hear it. I think he’s getting there, though. He strokes my
hair and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. You have me
questioning my entire existence. Everything and everyone before you is
meaningless. After this past week, I can’t even think about not having you in
my life.”

“You’ll never have to. I love you, Gage.”

The words are out before I can stop them. There’s no taking
them back now. Not that I would. I love him with a ferocity I never thought
possible. There’s no way God would make me fall this deeply in love with a man
who wasn’t meant for me.
Would He?

Gage’s eyes are locked onto mine. He just stands there,
silent and unreadable. What is he thinking? I wish he would say something.
Anything. No, scratch that. I want him to reciprocate. I want to hear the words
from his lips. I need to know he feels the same way I do. I need him to love
me.

He doesn’t say a word.

Nothing.

Nada
.

Instead, he grasps the back of my neck and gives me a
bruising kiss. I don’t know whether it’s to avoid acknowledging my admission or
if it’s supposed to tell me what he’s not able to verbalize. Either way, it’s
disappointing. I push on his chest until he releases me then descend the stairs
back to the dance floor. After I find Chrissy to let her know I’m leaving, I
exit the club, knowing Gage is right behind me. I stop once I’m outside,
allowing him to lead the way to his bike. He helps me on and I cling to him as
we ride back to the clubhouse.

I don’t know why I’m disappointed. I knew the kind of man he
is when I decided to get involved with him. He told me himself he doesn’t “do
love.” I guess I was hoping he’d eventually change. I
thought
he’d
changed with the way he’s been acting lately. There’s no mistaking the look in
his eyes when we make love. Or is it still just “fucking” to him? Whatever it
is, I love seeing how it makes him feel, and I’ll make use of every opportunity
to have him display that tiny bit of emotion.