Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (14 page)

“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. 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.

“Still… maybe I need to step up my game.”

I turn to face him, cupping his cheek. “No, you don’t.”

“Trust me, doll. When I’m done with you, every man—real and imagined—will pale in comparison.”

“They already do,” I whisper before pressing my lips to his.

This man has no idea how much I love him. No matter how many times I say it, no matter how I show it, he just doesn’t realize. I don’t know what I would do without him.

He takes over the kiss, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him. As his tongue slides between my lips, his hand slips into my shorts and panties, finding my clit. I pull away with a moan.

“Please, I want Gage tonight.”

“What do you mean?” he asks in confusion.

“I don’t want Reaper. I want Gage.”

“We’re one and the same, Raven.”

“No. Reaper fucks me. Gage… he makes love to me. I want Gage tonight.”

“Oh.” He nods in realization. “You want soft and slow.”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you had to say, babe.” He climbs on top of me, pulling my shorts down. “You want soft and slow, that’s what you’ll get. All. Night. Long.”

Gage 

I awake wrapped up in Raven. Like I always do, I tighten my arms around her. Like she always does, she burrows closer, sighing in contentment. I watch her, trying to remember what my life was like before her, and draw a complete blank. That’s because what I was doing wasn’t living. My life began the day I met her. I still don’t know how to deal with all these…
feelings
. The love I can live with because it seems to come naturally. The things I do and say aren’t out of a need to impress her or to receive anything in return. Whatever makes her happy, makes me happy.

There’s also the fear that something else will happen to her on my watch. The shit I’m involved in can easily spill over onto her. The jealousy is another thing altogether. I know she’s mine, and she would never cheat on me. That’s not it. Sometimes she looks at me and I feel like I’m the only person, the only
thing
she sees. I just can’t stand when other men look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous so I don’t blame them, but I want her to be
all
mine. Last night when she told me I’m the most important thing in her life, my world stopped spinning. For a few seconds, while I absorbed her words, the universe didn’t exist. It was just me and her. And that’s exactly how I want it to be. I’d love to have a few kids but if we don’t, she’s still enough for me. Maybe too much. I don’t think I’ll ever stop believing she’s too good for me. I need to lock this shit down legally before she realizes it. I know she can still leave, but that piece of paper just makes it a little harder.

“Aren’t you going to work?” Raven cuts into my thoughts.

“Not today, doll.”

She stares up at me with a wide grin. “So I get you all to myself today?”

“I wish. I have to go to Jacksonville.”

“Club stuff?” She raises a brow, losing the grin.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

She lays her head on my chest, not digging further. I know she wanted to ask, and I probably would have told her. That’s how whipped I am. She didn’t, though, and it makes me love her even more.

“I’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Days?” she whines. “What am I supposed to do here without you?”

“I’ll have Charger and Booker keep an eye on you. Maybe you could get Chrissy to come stay with you.”

“Okay,” she agrees reluctantly.

She laces her fingers through mine and kisses the back of my hand, snuggling even closer. Sometimes I think if I never left her side she’d be happy. I guess it’s only right since I feel the same way.

“I’m going to miss you,” she murmurs.

“Yeah?”

“Are we doing this again?”

“Doing what?” I chuckle, knowing she wants me to say it back.

She throws her leg over me, wedging her knee against my dick. With a single movement she could do a lot of damage.

“I said…” I flinch as she presses harder. “
I’m going to miss you
.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“You love it too much.”

“It would suck, but the sex I can live without. You… not so much.”

I swear the things that come out of this woman’s mouth are like bullets
—
fast and deadly. My heart had zero chances against her. Rolling over, I put her beneath me and stare into her eyes. She gazes up at me, chewing on her bottom lip. This is my world right here, wrapped up in the most beautiful package.

“‘Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven’.”

Her lip slips from between her teeth and she smiles. “Tryon Edwards.”

“Very good, baby doll.”

It seems silly, but sharing quotes has become a little routine for us. She’s actually the one who gave me Edwards’ “A Dictionary of Thoughts.” Yeah, I’ve mellowed out a bit, but only when it comes to Raven. Reaper is still very much alive and well.

After dropping a quick kiss on her lips, I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. She walks in while I’m brushing my teeth. Before she continues to her sink, she slides her hands around my waist and places a soft kiss in the middle of my back. I smile to myself, loving the little sensation that flows through my body at her soft touch. Who’d have thought I’d enjoy all this lovey-dovey shit? Certainly not me. When I’m done, I leave her and walk back to the bedroom, grabbing a small duffle out of the closet. As I’m tossing clothes into it, she approaches, waving my toothbrush at me.

“You’ll need this.”

“Thanks, babe.”

She places it in the travel case and sticks it in the bag. I’m about to zip it up when she scoffs and pulls it toward her. All the contents get tossed out on the bed, then she proceeds to fold all my clothes and re-pack the duffle. While she’s doing that, I turn my attention back to the closet, picking out jeans and a T-shirt to wear.

“What time do you need to leave?” she asks.

“In about an hour. The boys are gonna meet me here and then we’ll ride out together.”

“Good. That means we have time.”

“Time for what?”

I turn to face her at the very moment her silk robe slides off her fingertips and falls to the floor. I lower my gaze, taking in her glorious body; from those heavenly breasts, the dip in her waist, the curve of her hips, and down to the paradise between her thighs. Fuck. I can’t say it   enough—I’m one lucky motherfucker. Grabbing my hard dick, I move to the bed.

“Turn around,” I tell her as I perch on the edge.

She follows my instruction, and I gaze at my ink on her back. No one will ever understand the feeling I get each time I see it. Hell, I can’t even describe it myself. Pride? It runs much deeper than that. This woman has become the air I breathe. Seeing her devotion to
me
etched permanently into her skin gives my heart a reason to keep beating. Fuck.
How fucking unlike me is that?

Shaking it off, I gently trail my fingers down her spine and watch the resulting shiver travel through her body. Grasping her hips, I pull her closer.

“Spread your legs and bend over.”

She leans forward, wrapping her fingers around her ankles and presenting me with her pussy. I press my middle finger to her clit, moving it in a slow, back and forth motion. Her thighs tremble and a moan comes out on a shaky breath. She’s so fucking wet already; I might come all over myself from this alone.  I slip a finger inside her and she clenches around it, whimpering, my name rolling off her tongue.

“Gage….”

“Up, babe.”

I release my aching dick from my sweats, stroking it as I pull her to me. She sits on my lap, her legs on either side of mine, and slides her wet lips along the shaft. Reaching around, I cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She grinds on my lap, rolling her hips as she moves back and forth. As good as this feels, I can’t take much more.

“Need inside you, Raven.”

Rising up, she grabs my dick and slowly slides down until I’m buried inside her. I rest my forehead on her back, taking deep breaths as I try to control myself. If I fuck her every day for the rest of my life, it will never be enough. When she resumes her back and forth motion, I sink my fingers into her hips. She moans, moving faster. One of the many things I love about fucking this woman—she’s definitely not boring in the bedroom. She fucks me about as much as I fuck her. I slide one hand up to curl over her shoulder, pressing her in to me to create more friction. As her hips roll, her head falls back, and her breathing accelerates. I spread my legs wider so her feet leave the floor, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles as my free hand massages her breast.

“
Dios
. Gage!”

Leaving her breast, I move up her sternum and wrap my fingers around her throat. As my hold tightens, so does her pussy. She grips my dick tighter than the hold I have on her neck. I keep rubbing her clit, sinking my teeth into her back. She quivers, whimpering and moaning. Her muscles contract again, and this time I know she’s about to come. I rub her clit faster, carefully applying more pressure to her neck. Her thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on my dick like a vise. Fucking hell.

“Fuck, Gage. I’m coming!”

My name on her lips as she comes. I’ll never get tired of hearing it. As her pussy spasms around my dick, she trembles in my arms. When she goes limp against me, I transfer her to the bed. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her to the edge and bury my dick inside her heat once more. As I begin to move, she splays her fingers on my stomach, crying out as I pound into her.

“Whose pussy, Raven?” She answers with a moan. I pull out and she groans in frustration. “I said, whose pussy?” I press the head of my dick on her clit, waiting for my answer.

“Yours!”

I insert the head, watching her writhe in impatience. “Who?”

“Gage!” she shouts. “Gage Hunter!”

“
Mine
,” I growl as I sink deep. 

“Yes!”

She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in to her. I wasn’t expecting it but I feel her coming again. I can’t help it. I come, too, shouting her name. Leaning over her, I hang my head, trying to calm my body. She snakes her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. I take her lips, savoring her taste. She gives as good as she gets, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I break away, resting my forehead to hers.

“Babe, you’re gonna make me late.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it worth it?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I walk to the bathroom to the sound of her laughter. A man could use a send-off like that every morning.

After I shower and dress, I find her in the kitchen, breakfast waiting for me on the table.

“I have the best fucking old lady in the world.”

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

“Deal.” I chuckle as I sit at the table, dropping the duffle at my feet.

I hurry, knowing the guys will be here soon. Raven sits quietly across from me, having cereal. When I’m done, I take my plate to the sink. I turn around and Raven is on the table, untying the bow on her robe.

“Babe… I gotta go.”

With a smirk, she removes her robe and tosses it to me. I catch it, watching as she spreads her legs wide.

“Fuck. Me,” I mumble.

“My pleasure.”

Raven

A horn blares, breaking us apart.

“Let’s go, Reaper!” Dr. E shouts impatiently, making all the others laugh.

I smile, pulling Gage back in for one last kiss. He moans, and then someone drags him away. I look beyond him and see Dr. E grinning from ear to ear.

“You two aren’t even married yet and you’re in a constant honeymoon phase. Shit.”

“Are you jealous, Dr. E? Maybe you should find yourself an old lady, too.”

“I will, beautiful. Guess it’s just not my time yet.” He slaps Gage on the shoulder. “You ready now?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Gage gives me one last peck on the lips then climbs on his bike. “I’ll call you later.”

“’Kay.”

I wave goodbye to the guys and blow a kiss to Gage. When they’re out of sight, I head back into the house. This place is huge and it feels so empty when I’m here alone. Looking around, I see as much of me, as there is of Gage. He’s hung a few of my drawings on the walls, and I helped to pick out all the furniture. You can see “us” in every room. It truly is
our
home. I clean the kitchen, shower, and then grab my phone to call Chrissy.

“Hey, Ray.”

“What you doin’?” I ask.

“Nothin’.”

“I’m pretty sure you already know, but I’m here by my lonesome for a few days.”

“Yeah. Ron told me he’s on bodyguard duty.”

“You have to come stay with me. I’ll go crazy if you don’t.”

She giggles. “Well, when you put it like that….”

“Ron will be here,” I tease. “You guys can stay in one of the downstairs bedrooms, you know, so you don’t traumatize me again.”

“You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “I guess it will be nice to spend an entire night with him for a change.”

“You haven’t?”

“Other than that night after the concert, no. My dad would kill me if I stayed at the clubhouse, and I can’t exactly take him home. He lives with his older sister and she hates me so I don’t stick around there for too long.”

“Oh.”

“I’m leaving for school soon so I’m trying to spend as much time with him as I can, but he’s
always
busy.”

“Well, like you said, he’s on bodyguard duty. He’ll be sticking to me like glue, so you just have to do the same.”

“And be the third wheel?”

“I don’t need to leave the house. And it’s a
big
house. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Of course,” I giggle. “I’m quite lovable.”

“I’m on my way. See you in a few.”

“’Kay.”

Retrieving my Kindle, I curl up under the blanket and get ready for Dominic once more. I place Gage’s pillow on top of mine and lie back. I try to concentrate on my book but I can’t; not with his scent wafting up from his pillow. It’s compounded by the fact that I know he won’t be home tonight. Fuck. I miss him already. What am I going to do when I go to Miami to visit Laurelyn? That’s going to be a long ass week. Reaching for my phone once more, I send him a text.

Raven: Distance is temporary, but our love is permanent – Unknown.

He doesn’t reply, but then again, I didn’t expect him to. I probably won’t hear from him until he gets to Jacksonville, or at least makes a stop. Instead of returning to my book, I run downstairs to my art room. I’ve been trying to work on a gift for Gage and this is the perfect time to get it done.

A few hours later, Ron, Chrissy, and Booker arrive together. While the guys check whatever it is Gage told them to, Chrissy and I head upstairs to the bedroom. She gives me a hesitant stare as I climb into bed.

“What?”

“Have you changed the sheets or will I be rolling around in Rage juice?”

“Eww! That’s nasty.”

“I’m just sayin’.”

Despite my reaction, I fetch clean sheets and start stripping the old ones. She helps me make the bed but I stop her before she can change Gage’s pillow case.

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Smell it.”

She raises her brows in apprehension. “This isn’t like those ‘pull my finger’ things is it?”

“No!” I giggle. “Just smell it.”

She slowly brings the pillow to her nose and takes a careful sniff. Then, she smiles.

“His pillow?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotcha.”

She tosses it to my side and we hop on to the bed.

“So, what’s the scoop? You knocked up yet?”

My playful demeanor disappears and I turn away from her. What do I say?
How about the truth for once?

“No… and it’s all my fault.”

“What? How do you know? Have you seen a doctor?”

“No. I did… I’m doing….”

The words die on my tongue as I burst into tears. Chrissy scoots closer, wrapping her arms around me.
How much longer can I keep this up before Gage finds out? What will happen when he does?
I know what will happen, and that’s what scares me to death.

“It’s me, Chrissy.”

“You don’t know that. You’re young. It could be
Papi
Chulo
.”

“It’s not.”

“Well maybe you should take his advice and go see a doctor.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me,” she begs.

But I can’t. I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. I cry into her shoulder, sobs racking my body. He can’t find out. If he does, then it’s over. I’ll lose him. And if that happens, I lose everything.