RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (49 page)

***Raven***

I watch him keenly as he retrieves my body wash from the
shower. If he thinks he can drop that bomb on me then distract me with sex,
he’s seriously mistaken. This conversation is
not
over. He picks me up
and places me directly above the sink.
What the fuck?

“What do you think you’re—?”

Unnnnhhh
....

A pinch on my clit sends the words down my throat. He
snickers at my moan and fills his palm with water. Slowly, he lets it trickle
down my pussy, following the liquid with his fingers. He slides them up and
down my lips and teases my clit. I bite my lip, staring at him as he squirts
body wash into his palm. Our eyes meet, gazes locking. I swallow hard at the
heat in the intense, blue stare. It could surely disintegrate the panties off
any woman. He works up a lather on my mound and makes his way down.
Gage
Hunter, you’re something else
. He could have easily let me take a shower
but no, he’s going to wash me so he can eat me out. Baby Jesus.

He circles my clit then parts my lips with his middle
finger, his index and ring fingers on either side of them. His smirk mocks me
as he slides up and down, around then repeats. On a downward motion, he slips
his middle finger inside me. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into them.
He leans down to pull a nipple into his mouth and I suck a breath through my
teeth. They’re much better than last night, but not totally recovered. He
swirls his tongue around it then trails kisses up my sternum and to my neck,
sucking on my skin. A moan slips past my lips and I wrap my arms around his
shoulders, pulling him to me. His finger slides out of me and travels toward my
anus. I clench, an objection on the tip of my tongue.

“Shh… I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he assures me.

He rinses the soap from my body then pulls me to the edge of
the sink before dropping to his knees. My breathing accelerates as I watch him.
He’s just staring at my pussy, angling his head this way and that, as if
committing the image to memory. Finally, he leans forward and inhales deeply.

“Remember when I told you that you smell like my favorite
meal?”

I can’t speak so I try to nod. I think I did, but I’m not
sure. The hunger in his eyes is debilitating. He trails his nose along my lips
and takes another deep breath, keeping our gazes locked. I fight to keep my
eyes open.

“Now, you
are
my favorite meal.”

He buries his face in my pussy, curling his arms around my
thighs. His tongue snakes out, gliding over my lips to find my clit. I cry out,
fisting my hand in his hair. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, so the scruff on
his jaw prickles against the skin on my inner thighs.

“Fuck, Gage….”

He rises, picking me up and taking me back to the bedroom.
Setting me down, he lands a gentle smack on my thigh.

“Face down, ass up, baby doll.”

I move into position, watching between my legs as he sits on
the floor, his back to me. Dropping his head on the bed, he pulls me down to
meet his lips. He sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue before sliding it
inside me. I grab the sheets, desperately trying to keep my trembling legs from
giving out. He smacks my ass, squeezing the cheek as his tongue drives me
insane.

“Gage….”

Before I can take my next breath, he flips me over. He
pushes my legs back, flat on my chest, smiling up at me as he pulls my clit
back into his mouth. My moans and whimpers get out of control as I feel my
orgasm approaching.

“Don’t come,” he warns.

What?
“I can’t stop it!”

He releases my legs and rises to his feet, glowering down at
me. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.” He unceremoniously drags me to the
edge of the bed and spins me around. My head and shoulders are hanging off the
bed, so I grab his calves to keep from falling. He leans forward and his tongue
is in my pussy again. I squirm, unable to keep still as it moves relentlessly
between my lips.

“
Dios!
”

He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the bed.
Dear, sweet baby Jesus. This man has me dangling upside-down. What the hell
would you even call this position? Vertical sixty-nine? Fuck. He starts licking
at my clit and I forget my inverted orientation. I grab his thighs to steady
myself as mine tremble uncontrollably.

“Raven?”

“Hmm?”

“My dick ain’t gonna suck itself, babe.”

***Gage***

“Don’t you look like the cat that got into the cream?” E
grins as I take the stool next to him at the bar.

“I don’t know about the cream, but I definitely got into the
cat.”

I know I’m wearing a goofy smile. After two blow jobs and
having Raven’s taste still on my lips, I’m in Heaven.

“I can tell.” He motions to my mouth. “You still got some
hair in your teeth.”

“Fuck you.” I chuckle. “My baby keeps a clean house.”

He waggles his brows at me. “I know.”

That wipes the smile from my face. I grind my teeth,
absolutely furious at his smug expression. Before I can stop myself, I launch
at him. Grabbing the sides of his cut, I yank him off the stool and slam his
back against the bar. He loses the smirk but doesn’t try to fight back.

“What’s that supposed to mean, motherfucker?”

“I’m her gynecologist. What do you think it means?”

“You’re supposed to be her doctor,” I growl. “You been thinking
about my woman’s pussy?”

I pull my fist back, ready to smash his face in when I hear
Raven’s shriek.

“Gage! What are you doing? Let him go!” She rushes over and
tries to get between us. “You!” she screams at the guys standing around. “Why
are you just watching? Do something!”

I release him reluctantly and take a step back. She turns to
E, fussing over him like a mother hen.

“I’m fine, Raven. Reaper here just got a little carried
away.”

“What are you fighting about?”

“It’s just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” She glances at me out of the corner of her
eye.

“Positive.”

“Okay.” She turns to me, placing her hands on my shoulders.
“
Behave
. Me and Chrissy are gonna hang out. I’ll be back later.”

She kisses me on the cheek but when she tries to leave, I
tug her back into my arms. I cover her lips with mine, not out of any need to
feel them but to show everyone she’s mine. I grab her ass, glaring at E the
entire time, but he just sits there smiling. Raven moans and snakes her arms
around my neck, effectively blocking out everyone but her. My body takes over
and I kiss her like I should—because she’s my woman and not to prove a point.

“I think the message has been sent,” she says with a wink
when we break apart. “Later, Reaper.”

I watch her ass as she damn near skips out. Fuck.
All
that is mine?
Fuckin’ right. I nod to Booker, motioning to Raven, and he
follows her out. E slaps my back as we sit around the bar once more.

“I’m going to tell you one more time, Gage.” He twists his
body to face me, all mirth gone. “Get her that cut. Call Joe and get him
working on a design for your ink.”

I shake my head as my senses return. I can’t believe I went
off on E like that.
What the hell is wrong with me?

“That woman is yours, brother. Do it. Claim her.”

***Raven***

“Bitch, I haven’t seen you since that night at Scythe. What
have you been doing?”

I blush bright red, giving Chrissy a shy smile. Her mouth
drops open and she quickly moves closer. We’ve been shopping and are now sitting
in the food court at the mall, having lunch.

“Spill it.”

“Well….” I don’t know how to describe the last few days to
her. Perfect? Heavenly? My wildest dreams come true? All words seem to pale in
comparison to the reality of my life. “Chrissy, he’s amazing.”

“You think you’re getting away with that vague non-answer?
Bitch, please! We didn’t get to talk about it much before, but you’re not
getting away now. Is he big?”

“Huge.”

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “Obviously, he knows
how to use it. The look on your face says it all.”

“Definitely. And oh, my God… his tongue…” A shiver darts up
my spine as the memory of this morning surfaces. Again.
Fuck, that tongue of
his!

Chrissy squeals, bouncing in her seat. “I’m so happy for
you, Ray! You deserve this. I bet you’ll get that property cut now.”

“I don’t know,” I say, chewing my bottom lip. “I told him I
love him.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing. He just kissed me.”

“What? That was a real dick move.”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yeah, but then he asked me
to say it again later that night.”

“Really? What’s his deal?”

“I don’t know. It’s karma, isn’t it? Chris loved me and I
treated him like crap, so I ended up with someone I love who won’t love me
back.”

I stare down at my drink dejectedly, playing with the straw.
Chrissy takes my hand and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

“Don’t give up. That man loves you. I believe it in my
heart. I see the way he is with you. He’s just being a man, trying to hide his
true feelings.”

“You think so?” I ask hopefully.

“Definitely.”

“I hope so.”

“Come on.” She starts picking up our bags. “We have one more
stop to make.”

“Where?”

She gives me a cheeky grin. “Victoria’s Secret.”

We enter the store and she makes a beeline for the sexy
lingerie section. She starts pulling things from the racks and tossing them at
me.

“What are you doing later?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I have some laundry I need to take care of.”

“God,” she whines. “You’re so
domestic
.”

“It’s that or have the Hounds do it. I don’t know about you,
but I don’t want them anywhere near Gage or his things.”

“True. I thought you guys were going to move into his
house?”

“He hasn’t mentioned it since then. I’m definitely going to
bring it up, though. The clubhouse is okay, but we need our own space.”

“Listen to you,” she teases. “
We
need
our
own
space. Spoken like a true old lady.”

“I’m playing the role without the official title. He keeps
saying I’m his woman but with a man like him, I have no idea what that means.
It could just be a step up from a Hound.”

I pick up a black lace babydoll with a corset-style back and
wonder if he’ll like it. He
did
say I’m his baby doll….

“Please, Ray. You are
so
far from a Hound. If anyone
should be questioning their position, it’s me.”

“Why? What’s going on with you and Ron?”

“You mean ‘Charger’?” she asks, referring to his new road
name. “I swear he’s a totally different person since he was patched in.”

“How?”

“He spends all his time working on those stupid cars, and he
doesn’t even talk to me anymore. All of a sudden, everything is ‘club
business’.”

“Yeah. I’ve been there.”

“Gage is the president. Does he talk to you about the club?
What goes on?”

“He tells me what he can.” I shrug. “The rest I just leave
alone.”

“Here, try this,” she says absentmindedly as she hands me a
Chantilly lace teddy that doesn’t really cover anything. “I don’t know. He’s
not fun anymore. That’s the major reason I started seeing him.”

“He’s a new member, still adjusting. Give him some time.”

She turns to me, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m just
being a big bitch.”

“Just a little one.” I giggle.

“Let’s go out later. I need some girl time.”

“Bet.”

“Awesome.”

“Come on.” I throw my arm around her. “Let’s go try this
stuff on. Maybe you’ll find something that’ll loosen his tongue.” I waggle my
brows at her and she bursts out laughing. These men have no idea what they’re
in for.

***Gage***

I open the door and find her dancing while ironing my shirt.
She looks up from her task, gives me a radiant smile, then returns her
attention to the shirt. She has her earbuds in so I don’t know what song she’s
listening to, but based on her movements, whatever it is I love it. My focus is
split between her jiggling tits and rolling hips. My dick is already straining
against my zipper. Without her noticing, I unplug the iron and stand behind
her.

“I know what you’re up to, mister. At least let me finish
first.”

I slide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts,
gently squeezing them. She stands the iron on its base and leans into me with a
moan. I trail my nose along her ear then use my teeth to pull the earbud out by
the cord.

“Can’t wait.”

I slip a hand into her top and pull out a breast. Fuck, I
love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She leans closer, grinding her ass on my
dick. Jesus Christ. I release her other breast, squeezing and rotating both.
Tits are really nothing but two magnificent lumps of fat, but God sure knew
what he was doing when he thought of them. And Raven’s? Shit. If it wasn’t for
her pussy, I could play with them all day. Speaking of pussy, I move slowly
down, sliding my hand into her shorts and right under her panties. When I touch
her wet clit, she grinds harder. I move lower, my eyes threatening to roll back
in my head.

“Always ready for me, aren’t you, babe?”

“Yes,” she answers on a groan.

I circle her clit slowly, loving the way she quivers against
me. “Keep ironing,” I tell her.

“What? Are you crazy?”

“
Keep
.
Ironing
.”

She moans and picks up the iron, her hand trembling as she
sets it on my shirt. She doesn’t even realize it’s not on.

“Good girl.”

“Don’t blame me if your shirt gets burned.”

“Just keep going.” I move a little faster and she grabs the
edge of the ironing board with her free hand. The one holding the iron stills,
and so do I. “You stop, I stop.”

“Gage, please.”

“You heard what I said.”

When she starts again, I reach down and slide my middle
finger inside her. She clenches around it, squeezing tight. I wish she was
doing it on my dick, but it won’t be long now. She whimpers, struggling to keep
the iron moving. As I pump my finger into her, I pinch a nipple with my free
hand.

“Don’t burn that shirt,” I warn when her hand stops moving
again. “It’s my favorite.”

“Oh, God.”

The iron moves shakily over the material, and I return my
attention to her clit. She’s so wet, so slippery, I’m losing my fucking mind. I
move faster, no longer concerned about the iron. I just need to feel her come.

“Fuck, Gage. I can’t!”

She releases the iron and it falls to the floor. As I circle
her clit, I massage her breast roughly. Her thighs begin to shake, so I know
she’s close. She grips the board with both hands, moaning and whimpering. Then,
she goes still. I pull her to me, holding her up as she gives me what I need.

“Gage!”

I don’t let up, working her clit vigorously as she shakes
against me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

She reaches behind her, crying out as she pulls my hair. I
love when she does that. Fuck, I love everything she does when I’m fucking her.
She shudders and her grip on my hair loosens. I remove my hand from her shorts
and bring my fingers to her lips.

“Open.”

She parts her lips, taking my fingers in and sucking her
juices from them hungrily. She groans when I pull them out and step away from
her. I drop my gaze to her ass, covered by blue cotton shorts, with the word
“pink” printed across the back.
Pink... that’s exactly what I need right now
—
her
pretty, pink pussy.

“Clothes, Raven,” I say as I unbuckle my belt.

She quickly undresses and tosses them aside. I pull her to
me and press down on her back so she’s leaning on the iron board. She spreads
her legs and adjusts her stance, getting ready for me. I slide my fingers
across her lips and stick them in my mouth to get a little taste. Fucking hell.
I tease her entrance with the head of my dick and watch her wiggle her ass, trying
to work it in. I give her a smack on both cheeks, grab her hips, and plunge
inside her. She cries out and reaches back to grab my wrist. I remain still,
tripping out on how amazing she feels. No woman has ever felt this good, not
even remotely close. Her body jerks and she arches her back when I lean forward
and gently nip at her back with my teeth.

“Gage....”

And there it is. My name on her lips is all I need. I place
one hand on her shoulder and begin to move. Every time I get inside her, it’s
the same; I want to go slow and drag out this feeling for as long as I can, but
at the same time I want to go hard and fast so I can get to the part where I
come in her sweet pussy. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself.
Especially in moments like this, when she’s grabbing onto my dick like a
fucking vice. Fuck it. I slide my hand around her neck and pull her against me.

“Trust me?”

“Of course,” she replies instantly.

Trust. I don’t know what I did to earn hers so completely,
but I’ll do everything I can to keep it. She yelps in surprise when I grab her
thighs and lift her off the floor. I position her torso on the ironing board
and wrap her legs around me, keeping my hand on her throat. She holds on to me
with both legs, her heels digging into my back.

“I got you, babe.”

“I know.”

When I start to move, the board wobbles precariously and she
grabs ahold of it. I push deep, wanting to drown myself in her. I wish I could
spend my days just like this. I don’t need anything else but my dick encased in
her tight, wet pussy. She tightens her grip on me, shutting down a part of my
brain. I pump into her, gradually increasing the pressure on her neck.

“Gage!”

I remember the little gift I have for her and take her to
the bed. When I lay her down and pull out of her, she quickly moves up on her
hands and knees, waiting for me. Perfection.

“Turn around, doll. I have something for you.”

“What?” She faces me, staring up with wide eyes.

I search my discarded jeans for the box, open it, and
present it to her.

“What’s that?”

“Nipple clamps.”

She smiles, motioning to me eagerly. “Put them on.”

I clip one nipple first, adjusting the pressure to her
liking, then repeat with the next, and watch as she squirms.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. They feel good.”

I pull on the chain gently, testing her. She moans, throwing
her head back. I pull a little harder, amazed that she’s not averse to this
kinky shit. There’s so much I want to show her, but I’ll take it slowly.

“Gage… I want you to do something.”

“Tell me.”

“Tie me up.”

“What? No,” I answer, the memory of how she freaked out when
I held her hands together fresh in my mind.

“Please. I want to.”

“No, Raven. I’m not doing it.”

She kneels in front of me, placing her hands on my
shoulders. “I understand why you don’t want to, but I
need
to do this. I
know you want to.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I can’t have her reverting to zombie land. I couldn’t handle
it, especially if it was my fault. She pulls my face down to hers.

“Tie me up,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me. I
trust you.”

She lies back on the bed, spreading her arms, waiting for
me. I stare down at her, conflicted. God knows I want to, but how can I? I’d
kill myself before I hurt her.

“Please,” she begs.

I take a deep breath, praying I don’t regret this decision.
Heading to the bathroom, I remove the sash from her robe. When I return, I
stand over her hesitantly, but she seems excited.

“I’ll do one wrist—a simple knot. Anything happens, you
either tell me to stop and I’ll release you immediately, or you can reach over
and untie it yourself.”

I wrap the material around her wrist, pausing to give her a
chance to back out. She takes a deep, calming breath then gives me the go-ahead
with a dip of her head. I tie her wrist to the headboard and show her how to
undo it with one pull.

“Got it.”

I drag my shirt over my head, climb between her legs, and
lean in close, our faces an inch apart. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she answers on a shaky, exhaled breath.

I take the chain from the clamps and place it in her mouth,
telling her to bite down. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, anticipation and
expectation speeding up her heartbeat. I kiss down her neck, closing my eyes at
the sound of her moan. I lick around the clamp on her nipple, watching as her
head falls back, pulling on the chain. She groans but doesn’t let it go. I nip
at her other breast and draw a whimper from her.

“Please.” She grabs my shoulder. “Do both hands.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I stretch the sash across and secure her other wrist. After
placing the chain in her mouth once more, I begin kissing down her stomach.

“Please, Gage. Please, fuck me,” she mumbles around the
chain.

I spread her legs wider and slide home. She tugs at the
restraints but doesn’t ask me to stop. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she
pulls me deeper. Her eyes are closed, back arched, head back, lost in ecstasy.
With each thrust, I become less worried. Her head is thrashing from side to
side, effectively pulling on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. She’s
moaning and groaning, lifting her hips to meet mine. The sight of her like this
is too much for me and I slam into her repeatedly, needing to feel her come
again. I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing tight circles. She starts to
tighten around me, the headboard rattling from her movements.

“Gage… Gage…Gage….”

Fuck. I throw her leg over my shoulder, pumping into her
tight heat. I feel her coming and her back arches, the movement pulling the
clamps free. She screams, the spasms from her pussy beckoning my own orgasm. I
shoot off inside her with a grunt.

“Raven!”

She watches with a grin as I twitch above her. I release her
hands and she pulls me down to her, slapping a kiss on my lips.

“Thank you. That was…” Dumbfounded, she shakes her head. “I
have no words.”

Relieved, I lie next to her, curling my arm around her as
she settles on my chest. I was thinking about converting one of the bedrooms at
the house into a sex room, but now I’m definitely doing it. I’m no Dom, but who
doesn’t like a little kinky shit?
I think I’ll try blindfolding her next.

“Mmm,” she moans, burrowing closer. “Damn, you’re good.”

“Yeah, I know.” I chuckle.

“I’m not even going to argue with you. Not when I can’t
move.”

“Get used to it, babe. I plan on fucking you every chance I
get.”

“Hmm… I’m inclined to agree with that plan.”

“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

“Whatever.”

After a while, she slides out of bed and heads to the
bathroom. I use the opportunity to get the other box I have for her from my
jeans. I don’t know how I became the type of man who gives flowers and gifts to
women, but I like doing those things for her, seeing the look on her face. Then
again, her face lights up just by seeing me.
That
I will never
understand. Lust, I know and recognize easily, but she’s the first woman who
actually looks happy to see me. How does my very presence make her happy?

“What’s that?”

I turn my head in her direction, realizing she’s back and
getting dressed. “Something for you.”

“Ooh. Is it another kinky gift?” She gives me a bright smile
and drops down next to me excitedly.

“No.” I chuckle and hand it to her. “Open it, freak.”

“It’s your fault. I told you you were going to turn me out
and I was right.”

She flips the lid on the box, looks at the ring inside then
turns to me, her smile going from excited to flattered.

“Gage… it’s beautiful.”

She places it on the third finger of her right hand,
extending it in front of her and admiring the ring.

“It’s so cute. Why ropes, though? Is it because you wanted
to tie me up?” She winks.

She trails her fingers over the top. It basically looks like
a length of gold rope tied into a bow. I saw it and was instantly drawn to it
because I think it describes the way she makes me feel.

“No, doll.” I pull her onto my lap, grasping her chin and
directing her lips to mine. “Because you tie me up in knots.”