RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (60 page)

***Raven***

My heart beats faster as he stares down at my naked body.
The man is fully clothed but the look in his eyes is enough to induce a
pulsating rhythm between my thighs. He’s my husband now; not my boyfriend or
old man… my husband. All the plans I had for tonight are fucked. I came out of
the shower and he had me tied to the bed before I could say a word. I squirm
beneath his heated gaze, anticipating what’s to come.

“Something wrong, Mrs. Hunter?”

“Yes. I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Patience, babe,” he says as he shrugs out of his jacket.

I roll my wrist inside the restraint, needing to touch him.
Slowly, he removes his clothes, teasing and taunting me with his magnificent
body. Down to his boxers, he stands at the foot of the bed.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want me right
now?” he asks.

“Thirty-five.”

He chuckles, walking toward the bathroom. “Let’s see if I
can get that number higher.”

“What?” I exclaim. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Shower.”

Dick. He’s going to make me suffer on our wedding day? “It’s
gonna be a zero by the time you get back!” I shout after him, listening to him
laugh as the shower comes on.

I stare at the ceiling, waiting for him to return. Instead
of my arousal dying down, I only get more turned on. I imagine him in the
shower, water cascading down his body. Fuck. I try to squeeze my thighs
together, but my legs are spread and bound to the bed.

He returns with a towel wrapped around his hips, water
dripping from his hair. Resuming his position at the foot of the bed, he begins
to dry his hair with another towel. He glances up just as I lick my lips, and
he gives me that cocky smile of his. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and
the fucker is enjoying every second of it.

“So… where are we at now?”

“One,” I answer, trying to sound disinterested but failing
miserably.

He chuckles. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

He drops both towels then places his hands on his hips.
Sweet baby Jesus. I swallow hard. No matter how many times I see him naked, the
effect is always the same. It’s not just the sight of his hard dick, the “V”
that accentuates his flat stomach, his defined arms, or the ink covering his
skin; it’s also the knowledge of the pleasure that body always delivers. I try
to reach out for him but my forgotten restraints hinder me.

“Please, Gage….”

“Please what?” he asks as he drops a gentle kiss on the
inner side of my leg.

Lifting my head, I stare down at him as he kisses his way
up. Tremors rock my body as his lips and breath whisper across my skin.

“I need you.”

He stands upright, staring down at me once again.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful… and you’re mine. All mine, Raven.”

“Get your fill. I won’t look like this in a few weeks.”

“You’re right.” He chuckles, making me want to kick him in
the nuts. He’s lucky I’m tied up. “If it’s possible, you’ll be even more
gorgeous.”

Now I want to kick myself. “Oh, Gage….”

He crawls onto the bed, nuzzling my stomach.

“Watching our baby grow will be the most beautiful thing
I’ll ever see.” He kisses below my navel and whispers, “Daddy loves you so much
already. I can’t wait to meet you.”

I twist my wrists in the leather cuffs, wanting to hug him
more than I ever have before.

“Gage….”

He doesn’t release me. Instead, he moves down, sliding his
tongue between my lips. I moan, raising my hips off the bed. Wrapping his hands
around my thighs, he keeps me in place as he concentrates his efforts on my
clit.

“Mine.”

“Yes….”

“Sweet… wet…” I clench around his finger as he slips one
inside me. “Tight… so fucking tight.”

“
Dios
.
Por
favor
… I need you inside
me.”

“Mine.”

He trails his wet lips up my stomach and to my breast,
pulling my nipple into his mouth. My back arches, thrusting it toward him. He
continues his journey up my sternum and neck, coming to a stop at my lips. I
stare up at him, breathing out of control, heart hammering in my chest.

“Love me?” he asks.

“With everything in me.”

Our lips connect just as he slides inside me. I moan,
contracting my muscles as he sinks deep.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Right there,” I groan as he begins to move. “Fuck me.”

“No, doll. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight,” he says as he
moves to his knees and releases my ankles. As soon as they’re free, I wrap my
legs around his hips.

He resumes a slow, steady pace, staring into my eyes. It’s
our wedding day; the day we stood in front of our families and declared our
love for each other. Now, he’s making love to me; giving me the side of him I
fell in love with in the beginning. There will be no Reaper in our bed tonight.
Only Gage.

He reaches between us, circling my clit as he moves inside
me. The sensations, not being able to move, staring up at him and seeing the
love in his eyes… It’s all too much. My toes curl and I clench my muscles as my
orgasm approaches. He gives me all of him, grinding his hips against mine.
Without pausing, he frees my wrists. I slide my hands around his mid-section,
sinking my nails into his back.

“Oh, God. I’m coming!”

“Come for me, Raven. Come.”

It wasn’t a command. He didn’t even use
the
voice
,
but somehow it has the same effect. I come, screaming and convulsing beneath
him.

“Gage!”

Finally, he picks up his pace, slamming into my shaking
body.

“Raven!”

His hips still but his body shivers with his orgasm. He
collapses on top of me, breathing out of control. Once it’s steadied, he lies
next to me, pulling me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest. We lie
there, me twirling the hairs of his treasure trail, him gliding his fingers up
and down my arm.

“I love you, Gage.”

“I love
you
, Raven.”

“Forever?”

“Beyond fucking forever, baby doll.”

“Bullet.”

“No.”

“Walther.”

“What? ‘PPK’ for a middle name? I am
not
naming our
child after guns.” He opens his mouth to speak, and I quickly add, “
Or
gun-related accessories. No bikes, either.”

“Shit, babe. That doesn’t leave much.”

“One Harley in the family is enough, thank you very much.”

“Stop making fun of my name,
Salinas
.”

I roll my eyes, ignoring his reference to the
Selena
movie, and his horrible attempt at the accent. I
so
regret making him
watch it with me.

“There are millions to choose from. Why do you want our kid
to be the one with the weird name?”

“Yeah… millions, but none of them
unique
.”

“Forget it, Gage.” I hop out of bed, heading to the
bathroom.

“Hey, this is
my
son.”

“
Our
son. And why are you so sure it’s a boy?”

“I just know it. A little Reaper is gonna pop out and
instantly ask for a Harley.”

I giggle as he walks up behind me.

“And be the youngest prospect ever, right?”

“Exactly.”

My smile fades as I turn to him. “What about Emilio?”

He stops in the middle of brushing his teeth, and faces me.
“After your dad.”

“Yeah. I was thinking for a middle name.”

“Of course, doll.” He strokes my cheek. “Whatever you want.”

“Thanks.”

We finish up, then dive right back into bed. He pulls me
close and I lay my head on his chest. I’ve been Mrs. Gage Hunter for sixteen
hours, and I’m a little embarrassed to say we’ve been having sex for the
majority of that time. We leave for our honeymoon tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure
it’s the only activity we’ll be indulging in.

“Using your dad’s name is a good idea. If…
if
it’s a
girl, we’re naming her after my mom, Corrine.”

“Okay. You think my dad and your mom are somewhere watching
over us?”

“Shit. As much as we fuck? I hope not.”

I smack his chest. “Perv.”

He chuckles, changing position so we’re on our sides, facing
each other. I lay my palm on his cheek, staring into his sapphire eyes.

“I do, Raven. I think… I think she had him lead you to me.
It’s the only reason I can think of why our paths crossed. She knew you were
meant for me.”

“Oh, Gage….”

“He probably put up a hell of a fight, though. I can’t
imagine I’m what he envisioned for you.”

“Yeah.” I smile. “Probably.”

“Thank God Mom’s a persuasive woman.”

“Yeah. Thank God.” I press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I
love you, Gage.”

“I know.” He smirks.

“Whatever.”

I return my head to his chest, baby names swirling around my
brain. I’m only six weeks in, but the way Gage acts, you’d think I’m about to
give birth at any moment.

“What about Gavin?” I ask. “That’s both our names together.”

“No. My son should have a name that strikes fear into the
hearts of men at the mere sound of it.”

“What?” I burst out laughing.

“You heard me. Who the fuck would fear ‘Gavin’?”

“Zeus? Thor?” I roll over, unable to contain my laughter.

“Not
those
… but something like that.” He grabs my
waist, pulling me back to him. “Stop laughing!”

“Why? What you gonna do about it?”

“You know, the usual. Stick my dick down your throat.”

“Okay, okay. What about…” I rattle a few more names around
in my mind. “Apollo?”

“Apollo. Hmm…” He stares up at the ceiling, contemplating
it.

“Or Chaos… If we’re sticking to Greek mythology.”

“Chaos?” He raises a brow.

“Chaos is like… the first thing to exist… the great void
that gave birth to the universe.” 

“Chaos,” he sounds out the word, nodding. “I like it. Great
for a first born.”

“Chaos: Borne of Rage. That sounds badass.”

“Totally badass, babe.” His arm tightens around my waist.

“Chaos Emilio Gage Hunter.”

He looks down at me, a grin spreading across his lips.

“I love it.”

“Me, too. What about a girl name? Do we need a fear-inducing
one for our daughter?” I ask as I lay my head on his chest again.

“Nah. Her father’s name will do that.”

“Fuck. Now I’m praying for a boy. Our poor daughter would be
a virgin spinster.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Dick.” I roll my eyes.

“Yeah. She won’t be getting any.”

Laughing, I raise my face to his. “Like
any
child of
yours will be celibate.”

“Me? It takes two, baby doll. I wouldn’t advise it, but you
can always say no.”

“I remember trying that once… said I wasn’t in the mood. You
told me you had an app to fix it.”

“Yup. Developed it myself.”

“And I’m pretty certain it’s gotten a few updates since
then.”

“That’s the thing with technology. It’s always evolving.”

“It’s a wonderful thing. It certainly means life with you
will never be boring.”

“You know it.”

Sliding my leg over him, I straddle his hips, sitting
directly on his crotch. His fingers glide up my thighs, coming to rest on my
hips. With a toss of my head, I flip my hair over my left shoulder.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Am I?”

“I’d tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the
world, but… you’re the only one I see, babe. You’re the most beautiful woman in
my
world.”

“Gage…” I touch my fingertips to his cheek as tears begin to
well in my eyes. I don’t know how it’s possible for him to touch my heart like
this every, single day. He proves to me that love is infinite. There’s no such
thing as loving someone too much. You either fall out of love or you fall
deeper. With Gage, I’m free falling without a care. The best part is, he makes
me feel like he’s right there with me. He’s my be all and end all. I never want
to know the alternative of not having him in my life.

“Hailey,” he says.

“Huh?”

“Hailey,” he repeats. “It’s close to, but not quite
‘Harley’.” My confused frown gives way to a grin. “Hailey Corrine Selena
Hunter.”

“I think we’ve got it.”

“We’re pretty good at this baby naming thing,” he says with
a smug grin. “The others should be a cinch.”

“Others?”

“Of course. You didn’t think we’d stop at one, did you?”

“Let’s just get through this one before we even start
thinking of more.”

He begins slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt I’m
wearing, licking his lips as my breasts are exposed.

“Looks like it’s time for another upgrade on that app. A few
tweaks and fixes here and there should remedy that… help your thought process.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re something else, Mr.
Hunter.”

“And you love me, Mrs. Hunter.”

“I do,” I reply, tossing the shirt on the floor. “Now, let’s
start practicing for baby number two.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I know.” I lean forward, gently placing my lips on his. “I
know.”