RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (47 page)

I whisper in his ear as the garage door closes behind us. “I
want to fuck you on your bike.”

He twists in the saddle, hooks his arm around my waist, and
pulls me onto his lap. I lie back on the gas tank and position my legs so I’m
straddling him. Before I’m settled, his fingers are beneath the crotch of my
panties and stroking my lips. His hard dick lies on his thigh, pressing into
the underside of mine. He dips two fingers inside me and moans his pleasure.

“I’ll never get enough of you, doll.”

“Gage… please,” I beg. I need him inside me.

“Please? You said you wanted to fuck me, babe. I’m waiting.”

He places his hands on my hips and devours me with his eyes.
I grab his jeans, rip the button through the hole, and reach inside with one
hand while the other drags down his zipper. I pull his monster of a dick out,
careful not to hurt him. Enclosing it in a fist, I stroke him slowly. His head
falls back and he moans.

“I need help.”

He lifts me while I move my panties to the side and position
him at my entrance. As I slide down, I revel in the stretch and slight bit of
pain that always comes with him entering me. Fully seated on his lap, I
contract my muscles, squeezing him while I coil my arms around his neck.

“
Fuck
,” he groans.

He smacks my ass then grabs it with both hands, guiding me
up and down.

“Tits,” he orders.

With a smile, I pull the neckline of my dress down and
release the girls. He licks at a nipple, pulling me down harder on his
erection. “Aah!”

I don’t know which hurts more, my sore nipples or him
impaling me on his huge dick.

“Raven?” He halts, concern in his voice and written all over
his face.

“I’m fine. But I thought I was fucking you?”

“You are. I’m just helping.” He grins.

I reach behind me and grab the handlebars as he makes me
ride him. I hope to God we don’t fall off this thing. Me and my bright ideas.
It was worth it, though.
So
fucking worth it.

“Fuck. Now every time I ride, I’m going to see your tits
bouncing in front of me.”

I clench around him as tightly as I can. He groans, pressing
me into his groin.

“Think about
that
when these bitches are all over
you.”

He lifts me and slams me back down. Pain shoots through my
body and my thighs quake.

“
Dios
!”

“Don’t tell me about bitches when I’m fucking my pussy,” he
growls.

“Just make sure they know this is
my
dick.”

“Always.”

He starts to move me again, but we’re interrupted when a
surprised shriek comes from my left. I turn my head and see a fucking ghost.

***Gage***

Well, damn. Lonnie. Never thought I’d see this bitch again.
She’s standing there looking like she just walked in on a murder. But she’s not
my concern. Raven’s gone tense. Tek walks up behind Lonnie and I quickly pull
Raven to me, crushing her to my chest to shield her breasts.

“Sorry, boss,” Tek apologizes hurriedly.

He grabs Lonnie’s hand, drags her away from the door, and
closes it. Raven tries to wiggle her way out of my arms.

“Help me down.”

“Where are you going? We’re not done.”

“I’m not in the mood anymore, Gage. Just let me down.”

God knows I don’t want to, but I concede. She fixes her
dress and heads inside. With a sigh, I force my dick back into my jeans and
follow behind, ignoring everyone as I make a beeline for my room. She’s in the
middle of undressing when I enter. I just want to get back inside her, but I
tamp down my urges. Something’s wrong. I sit on the bed and pull her onto my
lap.

“Talk to me, babe.”

With a deep sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck. I try
not to focus on her tits and the fact that she’s sitting on my lap wearing
nothing but panties.

“It’s just… seeing her. You know I can’t stand her.”

“You want me to get rid of her, just say the word.”

“What do you mean ‘get rid of her’?” she asks, scrunching
her brows together.

“I meant I’d make sure she doesn’t come around. In case you
haven’t noticed, I have some clout around here.”

“Oh. It’ll be fine. I’ll just make sure I stay out of her
way.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I’m going to take a shower.”

My dick objects to that plan. She tries to get up, but I
keep her firmly on my lap. “Babe.”

“Jesus, Gage. You’re like a fucking rabbit.”

“I have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Ugh!”

She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs, pulling my
zipper down.

“I don’t want your mouth. I want your pussy.”

“Too bad. You’re not getting my mouth, either,” she replies,
reaching into her panties with one hand while the other pulls my dick out of my
jeans.

What the fuck?
Pulling her hand from her panties, she
wraps her fingers around my dick, and slides them up and down. I suck in a
breath. Shit is wet with her juices. “Fuck, Raven.”

I watch her jerk me off, her tits bouncing with each stroke.
I reach down to get a handful, but she slaps my hand away and doubles her
efforts. There’s a distant look on her face, like she’s on autopilot and is
just trying to get me off as quickly as she can. I know she’s still thinking
about her sister, and if she’s not into it then I’m not going to force her.

“Stop.”

She pauses mid-stroke and stares up at me with a confused
frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Your mind is a million miles away, so there’s no point. Go
take your shower. I’m gonna get a beer.”

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to apologize, doll. I’ll be back in a
minute.”

I watch her walk away then zip my shit up and head out to
the bar. It’s pretty quiet tonight. Some of the guys are playing pool, some are
gathered around the video poker and PS3, and the others are smoking joints with
half-naked women on their laps. I grab the stool next to E and swipe his shot
of whiskey, knocking it back, and then slamming the glass on the bar.

“Trouble in paradise still?” he asks, quirking a brow at me.

“Gimme a shot of Jack,” I tell Booker, then turn to E. “Nah.
The sister coming back threw her off. They don’t get along.”

“We were all surprised. Didn’t figure we’d see her again.”

“She shoulda stayed gone. I don’t need her messing with
Raven’s head.”

“I know. She’s finally starting to act like her old self.”

“Exactly.” I down my shot and tap the bar for another. “She
told me she loves me,” I say quietly.

E turns to me with a cocky, I-told-you-so grin. “Oh? And
what did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘nothing’?”

I think back to earlier tonight and take a deep breath. She
confessed her love and I clammed the fuck up. I didn’t know what to do, what to
say. I fucking froze. I wasn’t prepared for it, wasn’t expecting the
overwhelming emotion I felt when she said it. I’ve never combined feelings…
emotions and women before, and I just didn’t know what to do. “What was I
supposed to say?”

“You were supposed to say it back, genius.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Why not? And don’t even try to tell me you don’t love her.
Everybody and their mommas know you do.”

“I don’t know, E. I care for her… a lot. I know I want to be
with her. I just don’t know if I’m capable of anything more.”

“Stop being a fucktard. The sooner you accept that you’re in
love with her, the better. Just patch her and be done with it. She’s a good
woman and if you don’t lock her down, there are plenty of guys who would gladly
do it.”

“Guys? What guys?” I look around the room suspiciously.
Brother or not, I’ll kill all these motherfuckers if they even think about
touching her.

“See what I mean? I’ve never seen you act possessive of a
woman. Ever. And the guys? I’m pretty sure if you weren’t in the picture, any one
of them would jump at the chance to claim her.”

“Including you?” I raise a brow at him.

“Nah. She’s like a little sister to me. Which is why I’m
telling you to step up to the plate. I’ve never seen you this happy, Gage. I’m
telling you… hold on to her.”

I’m contemplating his words when Razor plops down next to me
and asks for a bottle of Jack. Cassidy walks out behind him and heads over to a
corner where some of the Hounds are gathered.

“You still hittin’ that?” I ask Razor.

He takes a swig from the bottle and turns his gaze toward
her. “Fuckin’ psycho bitch. I’ve tried to get rid of her a million times, but
then she sucks my dick and I forget what I was trying to do.”

“Hey, you knew the bitch was crazy from the jump. I warned
you.”

“Yeah. Next time, hit me over the head with your Glock or
something.”

E chuckles and says, “Next thing you know, she’ll be your
old lady.”

“Fuck that shit. Fucking
shoot
me in the head if that
shit happens.”

We laugh at his distress, but he needs to be careful with
her. After the shit she pulled with Nita, she’s capable of anything. On top of
that, she seems like the obsessive type. If she’s transferred her obsession
from me to him, it would be my fault. I hope I haven’t put my brother in
trouble. Hopefully, Razor can handle her better than I did. I shoot the shit
with the boys for a bit then grab a beer and head back to my room. I haven’t
had much sleep this past week, and I just want to curl up with my baby.

She’s in bed, reading. Damn, I missed seeing her there.
Shit, E might be right. I may be incapable of love, but I know I need her in my
life. I leave my beer on the nightstand and take a shower. When I return and
climb into bed, she turns off the tablet and moves close to me, turning so I’m
spooning her. Fuck, she smells good. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling
deeply.

“Gage,” she warns. “Go to sleep.”

I slip my hand under her shirt and seek out her breast. When
I touch her nipple, she hisses in pain.

“I’m sorry, babe. You should have told me it hurt.”

“Well, it didn’t hurt at the time.”

“Let me make it better.”

She tries to remove my hand from under her shirt. “Don’t
touch it.”

“Can’t do that, doll. I need to touch you.”

She moans as I slide my hand down, reaching between her
legs, but she presses her thighs together, hindering my progress.

“Babe.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“
No
.”

“Just the head.”

She giggles but doesn’t give in. What the fuck has my life
come to? I’m practically begging for some pussy from my own woman. This is some
bullshit. Nah. Gage Hunter doesn’t strike out.

“Nope,” she says, popping the “p.”

“Why?”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“I have an app for that.”

She bursts out laughing, releasing her thighs and giving me
an opening. I cup her pussy through her panties and groan at the heat coming
off her. Slowly, I rub her clit through the material.

“An app, huh? How does it work?”

“First, I bite you here.” I nip at her earlobe and she
gasps. Then I trail my nose across her shoulder and drop a gentle kiss on her
arm. “I kiss you here.” I slip my hand past the waistband of her panties. My
fingers are drowning in her juices. Fuck. “Then I touch you here.”

She moans, opening her legs for me. She’s so wet, so soft,
so warm. I’d be the happiest man in the world if the one thing I got to do for
the rest of my life is make love to her. Yeah, I said it. No matter how we do
it—hard, soft, fast, or slow—we
are
making love. There’s no way I can
compare what’s between us with anything I’ve done with any other woman.

“Gage….”

And there’s my trigger. There’s just something about the way
she says my name that drives me fucking wild. I make quick work of removing her
panties, and then I kneel between her legs. She stares up at me, chest heaving.

“Then what?” she asks in a soft voice.

I spread her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy to my hungry
eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening with her juices. I need to taste her.
Lying on my stomach, I make myself comfortable. She rests on her elbows,
watching me. I start at her knee and trail soft kisses down her thigh, feeling
as it trembles beneath my lips. I kiss each scar, renewing my vow to kill the
motherfucker who dared to touch her. Her scent wafts up to me, enticing my
thoughts back to her body. Raising my eyes to hers, I move to her other thigh,
expelling a slow breath as I pass over her pussy. She moans, her head falling
back. I sink my teeth into her thigh then return to my favorite place,
breathing her in.

“Then, I lick you here.”

I slide my tongue up her lips, parting them. Her hips rise
up off the bed. A few slow strokes, then I flail my tongue on her clit.

“Oh, God!” she cries out.

She alternates between moans and whimpers, quivering with
every touch. I love that shit. My dick loves it. I’m so ready to dive into her.
Not yet, though. I have to take care of her first. I take my time, gently licking
every inch of her soft, pink flesh. I really could live down here. I love the
way she reacts to my tongue, the way she trembles and grabs my hair. And her
taste. Fucking hell. Better than any dessert.

That gives me an idea.

She groans when I move away. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her
voice a plea. I’m tempted to give in.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.”

Her eyes snap open and she nods, the way she does every time
I give her a command. My dick jumps. She’s the perfect mix of submissive and
assertive, if there’s even such a thing. I love her obedience, but I adore her
smart mouth, too.

“Yes,
sir
,” she says, giving me a patronizing salute.

“I mean it, Raven. Don’t fucking move.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

I pull on a pair of jeans, zipping the fly but leaving it
unbuttoned. Glancing back at her one last time before I leave the room, I
wonder how the fuck I got so lucky. I have a fucking goddess in my bed. God
knows I don’t deserve her, but so help me, I’ll do everything in my power to
keep her.

I try to move through the bar unnoticed, but a few of the
Hounds attempt to catch my attention. I ignore them and make my way to the
kitchen. There, I run into Lonnie. I ignore her, too, while searching the
fridge.

“Hi, Gage.”

“Hey.” I find what I need and turn to leave, but she’s
standing in my way. “You need something?”

“You and Raven… it’s serious?”

“What do you care? You left her for months without even a
phone call.”

“She never needed me. Besides, she had you. You know how I
felt about you. I couldn’t stick around and watch you with my own sister.”

“And now?”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I used the time to get
myself together. From what I’ve heard, you two are happy together. I’m happy
for you.”

“I
am
happy. Raven’s amazing.”

She swallows hard and lowers her gaze. Her expression tells
me she’s not as together as she thought.
Did she really think a few months
would be enough to get over me?
Her eyes widen and I realize she’s not
looking at the floor anymore. I follow her gaze and see exactly what she’s
staring at—the bulge in my jeans. My dick is still hard and quite evident.

“Yeah. I was in the middle of something, so are you done?”

“Uh… yeah. I—”

I don’t hear the rest because I walk off before she can
finish. I got pussy business to tend to, and I have no time for Lonnie and her
shit. I push the bedroom door and she’s in the same position I left her. Her
knees are drawn up and spread, waiting for me to climb back between them.
Locking the door behind me, I slowly make my way over.