RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (53 page)

– Deliberately cause (someone) to
believe something that is not true, especially for personal gain.

Synonyms – trick, dupe, mislead

CHAPTER 1

***Gage***

“Jesus, Gage.”

I stop what I’m doing and look up at my baby doll.
Fuck,
she’s gorgeous
. Especially now—blindfolded, wrists and ankles secured to
our bed in the sex room. The sexy lingerie is just a bonus. When she walked out
of the bathroom wearing that shit, my mind went blank and my body took over. I
rake my gaze over her heavenly body. Her new, favorite accessories—the nipple
clamps I bought her—are firmly in place, hooked to a chain I’m holding. By my
count, she’s already come on my tongue three times. She’s moaned, groaned,
screamed, and called me a torturer, but at no point did she ask me to stop.

“You okay, babe?”

“Please… I don’t want your mouth anymore. I need you inside
me.”

Her back arches when I jerk the chain, tugging on the
clamps. I watch as her body shivers and she pulls on the restraints. Moving up
her frame, I lick her skin as I go. Her moans drift through my ears, taking up
residence in my brain. This woman will be the death of me. When I’m with her,
all I want to do is get inside her. When I’m not, all I can think about is
getting to her so I can get inside her. No matter how many times I have her,
it’s never enough. I’m fucked in every way anyone could ever imagine when it
comes to her.

I remove her blindfold and her lids flutter open, revealing
those beautiful blue eyes. I need to see them when I’m fucking her. It’s always
the same. That look she had when we first made love, returns every damn time I
slide inside her. I fucking love it.

“Untie me,” she begs. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.”

She responds with a petulant groan, lifting her hips off the
bed. I smile as I release her ankles, because I know it’s the same for her; she
wants me just as much as I want her. Moving to my knees, I wrap my arms around
her thighs and pull her to me. She moans, jerking her hips toward me as I press
the head of my dick on her clit.

“My baby doll loves her dick.”

“Yes.” She writhes against me. “Because my old man loves his
pussy.”

“Damn right,” I growl as I bury myself inside her warmth.
“Fuck….”

“Gage….”

She shudders, clenching around me. With a groan, I close my
eyes as that wave of pleasure washes over me. This happens every time, too. The
way she squeezes my dick, gripping it in a chokehold, makes me want to stay
right where I am. The great part is, she’s mine. I get to have her for the rest
of my life.

Our gazes lock as I begin to move. She stares up at me with
that look in her eyes, and her lips parted.
All this beauty is mine
. I
don’t deserve her. I know I don’t, but as long as she thinks I do, I’m hers.

“Fuck. Gage….”

I grab her waist, splaying my fingers on her back. She knows
what she does to me when she says my name. I move faster, pressing my thumbs
into her stomach as I slam into her, watching her breasts jiggle. She cries
out, curling her fingers around the spindles of the headboard. With each
movement, it slams against the wall. Her moans, and the thud of wood against
cement, bring a smile to my face. This is why the lady from next door blushes
whenever she sees me.

“Oh, God. Right there,” Raven groans.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, don’t stop.”

Reaching up, I remove the clamps. I need to see all of her.
Once they’re out of the way, I palm her breasts, brushing a thumb across one
nipple while I pull the other into my mouth. She moans, her pussy clamping down
on my dick.

“Babe….”

Best. Pussy. Ever. And it’s
mine
. Sliding my hand to
her shoulder, I hold her in place as I pound into her. As her juices drip down
my balls, I marvel at how wet she gets for me. Every fucking time. She tightens
her grip on my dick again and I go deep, remaining still to relish the feeling.

“Oh, God!” she screams.

I start moving, desperate to come inside her. That’s the
best part. I get to come inside her sweet pussy and possibly make a baby. It’s
been months and nothing’s happened, but I’m not giving up. Each stroke takes on
a new purpose. I need to come but I need her to get there first. I hammer away
at the spot I know drives her crazy, staring into her beautiful face as it
contorts in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, Gage. Stop, stop!”

“What?” I ask in confusion, stopping immediately. “What’s
wrong?”

“Untie me. I need to pee.”

“What?”

“I need to pee!”

That’s when it hits me. A grin spreads across my lips, and I
grab her hips as I try to find the spot again.

“What are you doing?” Raven shrieks, then launches into
rapid-fire Spanish. Based on the look on her face, she’s cussing me the fuck
out.

“It’s not pee, babe. Don’t fight it.”

“What? No! Oh, God—”

She goes quiet, sucking in a sharp breath. That’s how I know
I’ve found it.

“Just relax,” I coach her.

“Stop, stop, stop!” she begs. It’s quickly followed by a
moan. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I chuckle, but it’s cut short when I feel the pressure. It’s
like her pussy is about to break my dick in half. Her eyes roll back in her
head, and she tries to tug her wrists free of the leather cuffs. She’s close,
and fuck if I’m not right there with her. She explodes, forcing my dick out of
her and squirting all over me.

“Gage!”

As she screams, I grab my dick, stroking it until I come on
her quivering stomach. Her thighs quake and she grabs the headboard, raising
her hips off the bed. I watch her in the aftermath of her climax, eyes closed,
shuddering and breathing raggedly.

“Babe?”

Slowly, she opens her eyes and stares up at me in awe.
Before I can say anything else, awe quickly turns to embarrassment.

“Fuck, Gage. Look what you made me do!”

“I see it,” I tell her with a proud smile.

“What’s with the grin? I just peed all over you.”

“Not pee, babe. I made you squirt.”

She draws her brows together in confusion. “Squirt?”

“Yeah. You fucking gushed all over me.”

“But… I’ve never done that before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

I grab the sheet and use it to clean my cum from her
stomach, since I’ll have to change it anyway. That was a waste. It could have
been my little boy.

“You like it?” she asks sarcastically. “That I just peed all
over you?”

“Babe.” I lean forward, and with my face an inch from hers,
I continue, “It’s not pee. And even if it was, I’ve had my tongue in your pussy
for months now. You getting a little pee on my dick would be nothing.”

I release her wrists, but she makes no attempt to move. With
a smirk, I hop off the bed and head to our bathroom to run a bath. On my
return, I find her in the same position. I remove the remaining parts of her
lingerie and lift her limp body into my arms. After placing her in the tub, I
throw the sheets in the washer, and then join her. As I slide in behind her and
pull her against me, she sighs in contentment.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I regain feeling in my limbs.”

I wrap an arm around her, laughing as I reach for her
loofah. “Good. Means I’ve done my job.”

“Job? Is that why lately you’ve been riding me more than
your bike?”

I laugh again, squeezing the suds from the loofah onto her
breasts. “For as long as my dick can get hard, I’ll be riding you more than my
bike, doll.”

“Sweet baby Jesus….”

Despite her reaction, she moans and spreads her legs when I
reach between them to wash her.

“You know you love it.”

“Maybe just a little.” She giggles.

She settles in against me, and after a while, I realize
she’s falling asleep. It’s been two months since we moved into the house, and
I’ve fallen asleep with her in my arms every night. They’ve been the best two
months of my life, and it’s all because of her. She’s on my bike, in my bed,
wearing my patch, and—as of two days ago—my ring. I’m inked on her back as she
is on mine, and as soon as we can get this wedding planned, she’ll be my wife.
The only thing missing is our sweet little baby. Maybe Chopper was right and we
should get checked out. At least that way we’ll know what we’re up against.

Fuck me. I can’t believe this is my life. I’ve got an old
lady, a wedding on the way, and hoping for a child. How has she turned my life
completely upside down in only a year? It may not be the life I’ve always
thought I wanted, but it’s damn near perfect and I’ll do anything to keep it.

Carefully, I step out of the tub and grab a towel. After
drying off, I gently trail my finger down her cheek.

“Come on, doll.”

With a disappointed groan, she allows me to help her to her
feet, and out of the tub. I dry her off, too, wrap her in the towel, and scoop
her up into my arms. I take her back to our bedroom and lay her on the bed
while I find something for her to wear. Staring down at the contents of her
drawer, I realize I may not be able to get her into any of that shit, so I grab
one of my T-shirts instead. She wakes up long enough to get it on, then moves
to her side and promptly falls back asleep. I drag on some sweats and curl up
next to her, pulling her into my arms. As I’ve done every night, I fall asleep
with a smile on my face.

***Raven***

“Papi” comes through my phone’s speaker as I make breakfast.
I let Gage sleep in because he looked so peaceful. Besides, after the night I
had, that man definitely deserves breakfast in bed. My skin tingles with the
memories. I can’t believe I squirted. Holy shit, it felt amazing. Embarrassing,
but amazing nonetheless. Just when I think we’ve covered everything in the
bedroom, he surprises me.

I sing along with J. Lo, rocking my hips as I add French
toast to his plate. With a twirl, I head to the fridge to get the orange juice,
but freeze in my tracks when I find Gage watching me from the doorway. The man
still sends my heart racing when I see him shirtless. His body is so
tight—
lean
muscles, flat stomach, the little “V” at his hips. And the tattoos?
Dios
.
Add in the fact that he still looks at me the way he did when we met at that
barbecue a year ago—like he can’t wait to get into my pants—and he does me in
every time.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks.

Biting into my bottom lip, I dance my way over to him. He
takes my hand, turns me around, and pulls me against him. I press my ass into
his crotch, switching my hips. He reaches under my T-shirt, groaning in
disappointment when he meets the crotch of the panties I put on this morning.

“You know I don’t like to wake up without you.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast.” I turn to him with a pout.
“I was going to bring it up to you.”

He drops a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’d love that, doll but
I gotta go. Pack it up for me?”

“’Kay.”

He leaves me with a smack on my ass, and I set to packing up
his breakfast. By the time he comes back downstairs, I’ve already eaten. He’s
not wearing his colors, so I know he’s handling legit business today.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I grab the paper bag I packed his food in, and follow him
out. “You’ll have to re-heat it.”

“I will.”

He places his breakfast on the passenger seat, but before
climbing in to the Bimmer, he tugs me into his arms.

“You know, I still don’t get it,” he says, staring down at
me.

“Get what?”

“Why you’re with me.”

“Gage….”

Where is this coming from?
I thought we were past
this long ago. I tell him every chance I get, so why can’t he see how much I
love him?

“I mean it. I’m almost twice your age, you tell me all the
time how bossy I am—”

“You’re a man,” I interrupt him. “That’s what I need. And in
case you haven’t noticed, I can handle your ‘bossy’.”

“I’m a man, but I’m not a
good
man.”

“We’ve been through this.
Mira
,” I take a deep
breath. “I know there are things you can’t tell me, but you’ve never lied to
me. You take care of me, your family, your brothers,
and
your employees.
I trust you. I trusted you in a time when I didn’t trust myself. So believe me
when I tell you you’re a good man, Gage.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow, tightening his arms around me.

“Yeah. You told me once that I’m perfect for you. Of course,
you were balls deep in me at the time so you may have been a little biased.”

That gets a chuckle out of him.

“I’m not perfect, Gage… and neither are you. But we’re
perfect for each other. We’re perfect
together
.” I slide my palms up his
chest, cradling his face. “I love you. Don’t you
ever
forget that.”

“I won’t,” he mumbles against my lips before taking them in
a fierce kiss.

I part them for him, and his tongue barges in, claiming
what’s his. No cut, ring, or tattoo can bind him to me more than the way he
looks at me, the way he touches me. I’m his in every possible way. Like he
always does, he reaches down and grabs my ass, squeezing a cheek. And like we
always do, we forget where we are, only being pulled back to reality when the
neighbor’s car starts up. He breaks away, staring down at me with fire in his eyes.
He doesn’t say it back. There are only rare moments when he says the words, but
I know he loves me. Unlike him, I don’t need the constant reassurance.

“See you later,” I whisper.

“Yeah. Remember I got my flying lesson today. And don’t
forget to take your pre-natal shit.”

After a kiss on my forehead, he slides into the driver’s
seat, and backs out of the driveway. When I turn to head inside, I notice
Vivica—our neighbor to the left—watching me. She blushes and averts her gaze.

“Morning, Vivica,” I greet her as I walk to the fence.

“Good morning, Raven. Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay. I know we’re quite a spectacle.” I give her a
comforting smile.

“It’s just… you guys are so
open
with your love. The
first time I saw him, I never expected that kind of thing from Gage. I wish my
husband was like that.”

“Does he tell you that he loves you?”

“He does. All the time.”

“See, that’s the difference between James and Gage. I know
he loves me; he shows me every day, but he’s really stingy with the words.”

She nods in understanding.

“I
am
grateful to you two for one thing, though.” She
leans in closer. “With all the sex you guys have, James thinks he needs to keep
up.”

We both burst out laughing.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly. After being married twenty years, we needed a
little boost in that department. Who knew all it would take is a biker and his
woman moving in next door?”

“Well, shit. You’re welcome!”

While we’re laughing, a man from down the street walks by
with his dog.

“Good morning, ladies!” he says in a chirpy voice.

“Good morning, Pete,” Vivica answers.

I wave to him as he passes, but he’s staring at me and isn’t
watching where he’s going. He ends up walking right into a stop sign. Vivica
and I muffle our laughter and look away, sparing him additional embarrassment.

“I think you better get inside.” Vivica giggles.

“I think so, too. I’ll see you later.”

We part ways and I make my way into the house. After a
shower, I grab the bottle of pre-natal vitamins and remove a tablet. Gage has
been at me non-stop for months. He wants this baby. He won’t come anywhere but
inside me, and has been reading all kinds of material on how to get pregnant.
He must have been pissed last night when he had to come on my stomach. His
frustration kills me. The dejected look on his face each month when I get my
period is the dirt on my coffin. I stare down at the little object in my palm
and my hand begins to shake. I clench it in a fist, closing my eyes as tears begin
to form. This is all my fault. When he finds out he’ll leave me for sure. Why
would he want me then? As the tears spill onto my cheeks, I shake my head,
trying to pull myself together. I place the tablet on my tongue and wash it
down with a glass of water. Turning away from my reflection in the mirror, I
head downstairs to the bedroom Gage converted into an art room for me. I have a
project due for school and I need to get started on it.

***

“Babe?”

I look up from the drawing on my tablet, surprised to see
Gage standing in the doorway. “What are you doing home so early?”

“Early?” He raises a brow as he approaches. “It’s after
six.”

“What?”

I check my phone in confusion. 6:17 p.m.
What the fuck?

“Have you even left this spot today?” he asks after he kisses
me.

“I don’t know. I must have.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

He pulls up a chair, sitting across from me with a concerned
stare.
Could I have been that absorbed in my work that I’ve been sitting
here for nine hours?

“Have you eaten anything, babe?”

Fuck. He’s home and I haven’t made dinner! I quickly put my
tablet aside and jump to my feet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the time. I’ll make you
something—”

He grabs my hand, stopping me before I can hurry out of the
room.

“Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

“’Kay.” I drop back down in my seat and pick up my tablet,
calling after him as he walks out, “Get Chinese!”

I’m getting absorbed in my project once more, when strange
but wonderful smells start coming from the kitchen. I check the time and it’s
6:40. There’s no way the food got here that fast. Taking my tablet with me, I
follow my nose. I walk into the kitchen and my mouth drops open in shock. I’m
pretty sure my heart skips a few beats, too. Gage Harley Hunter is standing in
front of the stove, wearing sweatpants and a tank, and… he’s cooking.

“Umm… what’s going on?” I ask.

He glances back at me with a grin.

“What does it look like?”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Chopper’s not the only one who knows his way around the
kitchen.”

I approach him, noting the ingredients scattered on the
counter. There’s the leftover rice and chicken from yesterday, and a bunch of
veggies laid out. I hop up on the counter and watch him with growing
fascination. Just when I thought I knew everything there was to know about this
man, he proves me wrong. Cooking. Gage. Gage Hunter.
Wow
.

“Are you done with your project?” he asks as he adds rice to
the onion and scallions in the pan.

Snapping out of my haze, I turn my tablet to him, showing
him my progress. He smirks, returning to his task.

“Aren’t your teachers tired of my face by now?”

“They asked me to draw a representation of the most
important thing in my life. That’s you.”

He freezes, losing the smirk as he looks up at me. He removes
the pan from the heat and walks over to me, stepping between my legs. I put my
tablet aside, sliding my hands around his neck as his go around my waist.

“Me?”

I nod, holding his stare. Leaning in, he presses a gentle
kiss to my lips.

“Love you, babe.”

I close my eyes, letting his words wash over me. I don’t
hear them often so when I do, it makes them even more special.

“Love you, too.”

After a kiss on my forehead, he moves back to the stove. I
watch him work, realizing what he’s cooking. I wanted Chinese, so my man is
making fried rice.

“You know, I have the best old man in the world.”

“Yeah? I’m open to accepting sexual favors as gratitude.”

“If you get any more sexual favors, I’ll have more miles on
my pussy than an 8th Street hooker.”

“A what?” He laughs.

“In Miami, there’s a section of 8th Street that’s just
motels on both sides. Lots of hooker traffic.”

“And how do you know so much about it?” He raises a brow.

“Everyone knows about
Calle
Ocho
.” I shrug.

“Well, I don’t care how many miles you got as long as I’m
the one racking them up.”

“
Claro, papi. S
ólo tu
.”

“Good.”

“You don’t even know what I said!” I giggle.

“Of course I do. You said my dick game is so strong, you’d
never even think of fucking anyone else.”

I burst out laughing and he gives me a lopsided grin.

“Am I right?”

“Totally. Has Rico been giving you Spanish lessons?”

“I’ve picked up a few things here and there.”

He divides the rice between two plates, then lifts me down
from the counter, smacking my ass. With a smile, I stick it out toward him.
It’s been a while since I got a spanking.

“One more?”

Biting into his bottom lip, he spanks the other cheek and
whispers in my ear, “Later.”

A shiver runs down my spine.
Yes!
I head to the
fridge and grab us two sodas, then meet him at the table.

“Eat up,” he encourages me.

“This is delicious!” I exclaim after the first bite.

He answers with a smirk.

“I’m serious. It’s better than what we get from the Chinese
place.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. Maybe you should be in charge of meals from now
on.”

“Nice try.”

I giggle. “Hey, I had to.”

While we eat, he tells me about his day. I really have
nothing to contribute so I listen, pitching in every now and then.

“How was your lesson?” I ask.

“Amazing, babe.” His face lights up. “I should have done
this a long time ago.”

“I can’t wait to go flying with you.”

“You’ll be the first one I take up there. I wouldn’t be
doing it if it wasn’t for you.”

Reaching over, I take his hand, gently squeezing it. “I’m
just glad you’re doing something you love.”

“Other than you?” He chuckles.

I release his hand, smacking it instead, as he begins to
laugh. “Perv.”

When we’re done, he tells me to go upstairs and he’ll take
care of the dishes. I don’t know what’s gotten into him today but I’m taking
full advantage of it. After a shower, I climb into bed with my Kindle. I’ve
finally gotten back into my reading groove, and already made a serious dent in
the gift card Gage gave me for my birthday. He walks in, heading straight into
the bathroom. I dive into my new book, eager to get acquainted with Dominic,
the billionaire boss.

By the time Gage joins me, I’m half-way in love with Dominic
already.

“What’s put that look on your face?” he asks.

“Dominic just said the sweetest thing. He’s definitely my
new book boyfriend!”

Gage stares at me for a beat, then sits next to me, brows
drawn together in concern.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, completely baffled.

“You have me. No ‘book boyfriend’ is supposed to put that
look on your face.”

“Oh, Gage…” I put my Kindle aside, giving him my full
attention. “You’re not doing anything wrong. Me liking a character in a book
takes absolutely nothing away from you.”

He climbs in next to me, pulling me into his arms.