RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (61 page)

I know when you got to the end of “Tempted”, I was your
least favorite person. Whether I made up for that in “Claimed” or not, this is
for all the readers who stuck with me to the end of Gage and Raven’s story.
Their journey was always destined to go the way it did. I tried to change it
but the words just wouldn’t come. Now that their story is complete, I can play
with it a bit. I asked myself “what would have happened if that fated night had
been different?” Well, here is the answer!

– Form a mental picture of (something not yet existing or
known).

Synonyms – picture, imagine, visualize

We pick up from Gage’s house, where Ellen is helping him get
ready for Raven’s birthday party. He’s been calling Raven, getting increasingly
angry because she’s not picking up.

***Gage***

“Raven, pick up the fucking phone. Call me back.”

“Gage, calm down,” Ellen says.

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! This isn’t like her.”

“I just left her a few hours ago. You don’t know how women
are. We take forever to get ready.”

“Not Raven.” I sit on the bed, tapping my foot until I can’t
take it anymore. “Fuck this shit. I’m going over there.”

My phone rings and I think
finally
as her name
flashes on the screen.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I demand.

“Don’t you growl at me, Mr. Grouchy. I’ve been getting
ready.”

“On what planet that doesn’t get cell reception?”

“The one where growly men don’t get the sex they’ve been
waiting three months for,” she replies, her voice devoid of humor.

Fuck.

“Are you ready?” I ask, not wanting to upset her. There’s no
way I’m not getting inside her
tonight
. Ellen giggles behind me.

“Almost. I will be by the time you get here.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in a few.”

“’Kay.”

“You are
so
whipped,” Ellen says through her
laughter.

“Fuck off, sis.”

She laughs even harder. “I don’t even want to see what
you’ll be like in the morning. She’ll be leading you around on a leash!” She
grabs her stomach, leaning forward.

I glare at her, and she tries to compose herself. After
managing to calm down to short bursts of giggles, she begins fixing my tie. A
leash. Fuck that.
Ain’t no woman putting Gage Hunter on a fucking leash
.
After tonight, she’ll be the one following me around like a love-sick puppy. I
smirk to myself, imagining the night ahead. It feels like I’ve been waiting
forever for this day, and it’s finally here. Tonight, I really make her mine.

“There,” Ellen taps my chest. “Prince Charming in the
flesh.”

“Thanks, sis… for everything.”

“My pleasure.” She slides her palm up to my cheek. “I just
want you to be happy, and it’s obvious Raven makes you happy.”

I kiss her forehead, and then we make our way downstairs.

“I’ll see you at the club,” Ellen calls over her shoulder as
she leaves. “The flowers are on the table. And open her doors!”

Fuck me. I’m not a hopeless cause. Raven might think I’m a
Neanderthal but I’m not. I’ve just never met anyone who was worth the effort.
Not until her. With a deep breath, I grab the flowers, and head out.

***Raven***

I practically run to the door when I hear the knock. I’ve
been ready for a while… since I called him. I just didn’t want to seem too
eager. Stopping at the door, I take a deep breath, and compose myself. When I
open it, my heart catapults itself into my throat.
Ho-ly
fuck!
I
thought he was hot before, but in a suit? Molten lava. Sex god, level infinity.
Fuck. Me. As I take in every inch of the man before me, he does the same,
staring at me in wide-eyed awe.

“Fuck,” he mumbles.

“I second that sentiment.”

“You look… absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I slide my palms down the front of my dress. Ellen
did a great job. I totally would have picked it out myself. It’s the perfect
shade of blue, and shows the right amount of skin—legs, breasts, back, and the
curves of my waist. “You’re very handsome. Combed hair and all.”

He smiles, handing me a gorgeous bouquet of red roses.
Roses
.
From Mr. I-Don’t-Do-Romance. Baby Jesus. This is already the best birthday
ever.

“I can clean up pretty well.”

“I see that. Let me put these in some water then we can go.”

I quickly find a vase, then hurry back to him, anxious to
get this night underway. After what happened last night, I know tonight will be
absolutely incredible.

“Ready, babe?”

“Yup,” I reply, grabbing my clutch.

After I lock the door behind us, he offers me his arm like a
true gentleman. With a giddy smile, I slip my hand through the crook of his. He
leads me to the Bimmer, opening my door so I can slide in. Watching him as he
walks to the driver’s side, I can’t get over how beautiful he is.

“I know I already told you but you look amazing, Gage,” I
tell him when he joins me.

“Good. Because all of this”—he sweeps his hand over his
body—“I did for you.”

“I love it. Can’t wait to get you out of it, though.”

“Funny. I thought the same thing when you opened the door.”

Fuck. “Can we just skip the party and go back to your
place?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll. We’re doing this right. I have a few
surprises for you.”

“What surprises?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

“You’ll see.”

With that cryptic statement, he laces his fingers through
mine, and pulls out of the driveway. Ever so often, he squeezes my fingers, and
tosses a smile my way. This Gage is strange to me. It’s not just his
appearance, but his whole demeanor. He hasn’t said one dirty thing to me, and
he’s being so quiet. I figured I’d be hearing about all the things he’s going
to do to me tonight. Regardless, I have to admit, I like this side of him, too.

We arrive at Scythe, and he opens my door. Before we head
inside, he taps out something on his phone, and then offers me his arm. The
club is pitch black when we walk in. I prepare for everyone to shout
“Surprise!”, even though I knew the party was happening. Instead, the lights
come on gradually, revealing a scene straight out of a storybook. Blue.
Everywhere. Blue streamers, blue balloons, blue center pieces on the tables. To
our right, there’s an area set up for taking pictures beneath a balloon arch of
an eighth note. On top, there’s a banner that reads “Class of 2015.” Oh. My.
God. A prom themed party! Everyone is dressed up in gowns and tuxes. All these
big, bad bikers dressed up in tuxes for me. I turn to Gage, tears pooling in my
eyes.

“You did this for me?”

“I thought you might like it. Ellen did all the work,
though.”

“Gage… I love it!”

“Don’t cry.” He swipes a tear from my cheek. “We have
pictures to take.”

He leads me over to the arch, where Tek is set up with a
camera. Gage pulls me against him, my back to his front, and slides his hands
around my waist. A shiver runs down my spine as his palms glide over my exposed
sides. Apparently he notices, because he leans forward and whispers in my ear.

“Just a few more hours, babe.”

“I can’t wait,” I whisper, turning my head to gaze up at
him.

Leaning in, he gently presses his lips to mine. The flash of
the camera goes off, startling us apart. I turn to Tek with a smile.
I need
a copy of that picture!
After a few more, we make our way onto the main
dancefloor. Chrissy and Toni run to me, bouncing with excitement.

“Happy birthday, Ray!” Chrissy squeals, pulling me in to a
tight embrace.

“Thanks, boo.”

She gives Gage a knowing smile, then bumps my shoulder with
hers.

“I need
all
the details,” she whispers before moving
aside.

Toni wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek. “Happy
birthday, my love. Hope it’s everything you wished for.”

Glancing over at Gage, I smile to myself. I have everything
I need. “Thanks, hon.”

The next couple of hours pass by in a blur of birthday
wishes, cake, food, and dancing. This is the best birthday ever! In the middle
of a conversation with Aunt Nita and Ellen, Chopper pulls me away, leading me
to the dancefloor.

“Having a good time?” he asks.

“The best! I can’t believe everyone did this for me.”

“Why not? You’re one of us now.”

“Not really. It’s not like I’m Gage’s old lady or anything.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “Don’t worry about that,
lil darlin’. You’re family.”

“Thanks, Chopper.”

I rest my cheek to his chest, and we rock to the music until
a voice interrupts us.

“Can I cut in, Pop?”

I turn to Gage in shock. Did I just hear right? Is Mr.
I-Don’t-Dance actually going to dance with me? Chopper steps back, and Gage
takes my hand, pulling me close.

“I thought you didn’t dance?”

“It’s a special night. I decided to make an exception.”

Deciding not to question it further, I lean in to him,
breathing in his scent. He lazily trails his fingertips up and down my back,
making me squirm.

“Need something?” he asks, humor in his voice.

“Yes. You.”

“Well—”

His phone goes off in his pocket, and as soon as he silences
it, he starts dragging me toward the exit.

“What was that?”

“My alarm.”

“Alarm for what?” I ask.

“It’s time to go, Raven.”

***Gage***

As we’re heading for the exit, smart-ass Allah begins to
play “Let’s Get It On.” Everyone cheers, some of the men whistling. Any other
night, I might be annoyed but not tonight. Nothing’s spoiling this for me. I’ve
waited too long. Raven giggles behind me, jogging to keep up. Within seconds,
we’re on the way back to my place.

“Gage…” she whispers breathlessly. “Hurry.”

Fuck. As my dick hardens, I press on the accelerator. She
doesn’t even wait for me to open her door when I pull into the driveway.
Meeting her in front of the car, I tug her to me, needing to taste those sweet
lips. She moans, opening up for my tongue. I sweep her up into my arms, taking
her inside. When I start climbing the stairs, she kicks off her shoes, and
pulls at my tie.

Laying her on my bed, I stare down at her, wanting to savor
every moment. She watches as I shrug out of my jacket, dropping it to the
floor. Her breathing accelerates with each piece of clothing I remove. When I’m
down to my boxers and undershirt, I climb on top of her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

She nods. “Positive. I want you, Gage.”

I take her lips, unleashing my desire, knowing this time I
don’t have to stop. She writhes beneath me, grinding her pussy against my
already hard dick.

“Gage….”

Fucking hell. What is it about the way she says my name? She
grabs at the hem of my shirt, and I allow her to remove it. I can’t wait to get
inside her, but before I continue, I hop off the bed and walk to my closet.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

I retrieve the blue gift box, and hand it to her with a deep
breath.

“What’s this?” she asks, sitting up.

“Open it.”

With a grin, she tears at the ribbon and wrapping paper. As
she removes the lid of the box, she glances up at me.

“Is this the gift you were picking up today?”

“Yeah. Not sure if you’ll like it.” I watch nervously as she
folds away the tissue paper. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I’m pretty sure
she wants this.

“It’s coming from you so I know I’ll love it.”

She freezes once she realizes what’s in the box.

“Gage…” She stares at me, hopeful anxiety in her eyes.

I remove her cut from the box, pulling her to her feet.

“Are you sure?” she asks as I help her into it.

“You’re mine, Raven. I know it, you know it. Now, everyone
else will, too.”

Without a word, she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to
mine.

“I love it!” she chants between kisses.

Breaking away, she gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll be
right back.”

“Where are you going?” I don’t even try to hide the
annoyance in my voice.

“You’ll see.”

She heads to the bathroom, and I stare at my patch on her
back. My chest swells with pride. She’s mine. Finally. Totally.
Mine
.

Sitting on the bed, I anxiously await her return.
What
the hell is she doing in there?
Fuck. I grab my dick, adjusting it in my
boxers.

“Don’t worry,” I give him a little pep talk. “The drought is
over.”

The bathroom door opens and my throat locks up. I can’t
talk, can’t even breathe. There she stands in the doorway, shyly staring at her
feet. She let her hair down, and all she’s wearing are panties, her cut, and
the jewelry I gave her. Fuck. Me. My cut, my earrings, my necklace. My woman.
As she peeks up through her lashes, I know, without a doubt, this woman is
going to destroy me. And I’ll love every fucking second of it.