Cleo's Rage (Devil's Riot MC Book 4)

by E. C. Land

  Izzy and I spend the rest of the night having a blast dancing with each other. Anytime some random guy would try getting our attention, they learned quickly to back away. The two of us simply shook our heads at Twister and the other two guys as they stationed themselves at the edge of the dance floor. The night was a blast, even at the end of it when Izzy and I parted ways, her and Twister heading back to the clubhouse where they’re staying until their house is ready. I head home with Hades and Burner following to make sure I get home.

  Getting home, I notice Rage still isn’t here. Trying not to let it bother me, I head inside, locking the door behind me. I don’t know what will happen between the two of us, but I’m determined to take Izzy’s advice to go with the flow.

  Pulling out my phone, I call Rage to let him know that I’m home after spending time with Izzy at the bar only to get his voicemail. I’m sure he’s just having fun, even if my mind wants to say he’s doing something otherwise.

  Determined not to let it get to me, I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep to visions of Cristy and Rage, Rage and other women, and women sneering at me as they take the man I love.

  17

  Rage

  Horse and I are just finishing up our last game of pool when the slamming of the front door draws my attention. Looking up, I find myself under the scrutiny of Izzy’s ice stare. What the hell did I do to her? When she makes a move to head in my direction, Twister stops her, sending her off in the opposite direction. Once Izzy leaves the room, Twister comes over to where Horse and I are.

  “What’s up, Prez?” I ask curiously, wondering why I got that icy stare from his woman.

  “Rage, I swear, I love you like my own flesh and blood, but I want nothing more than to beat the ever-lovin’-fuck out of you right now,” Twister growls, swiping a hand through his hair.

  “What the fuck did I do to piss you off?” I ask in surprise. Far as I know, I’ve done everything I’m supposed to have done.

  “It’s not me you pissed off, it’s my woman. 'Cause of your stupid ass, I had to spend the night not wrapped around my woman like I wanted but at Outlaw Racks keeping men away from her and Cleo while they danced and had fun. You think I want my pregnant woman at a bar full of drunk as fuck men?” Twister yells in my face.

  Stepping back, I blink in astonishment. Here I thought I’d come here to relax away from Cleo only to find out she decided to up and go party somewhere drunk fucks would hit on her. Fuck that. Without saying a word to anyone, I throw the pool stick down on the table and head for the door. If Cleo thinks she can get away with this shit, she’s dead wrong.

  “Where the fuck you goin’?” Hades yells out over the sound of his bike as he parks next to my own bike.

  “Home,” I growl out.

  “Good, we made sure she got there safe and sound. Take it easy on her, brother, you didn’t see the defeated look in her eyes like we did,” he tells me as he turns his bike off.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

  “Means she’s lost in that head of hers and I don’t know if you can pull her out of it. It doesn’t take her talking to me to know where her mind was. You left her at the house by herself to come to the clubhouse on a Saturday night, leaving her to sit alone thinking about what you could be doing.”

  Motherfucker, he’s right. I fucked up big time with this. Blowing out a breath, I sit back on my bike, scrubbing my hands over my face.

  “I don’t know what to do, brother. I fuckin’ want her, all of her, but I’m not trying to rush her. I rush her and she’ll hate me.” Shaking my head, trying to clear it.

  “You wouldn’t be rushing her if you take the time to show her how much she means to you. The answer to your question is to love her, not fuck her,” Hades says, patting my back as he moves toward the door.

  Starting my bike up, I back out of my spot. Turning for home, I think of Hades’ words. Cleo needs to be shown how much she means to me. I thought she knew she was my world. I’ve told her I love her, and I do. Guess the saying “actions speak louder than words” is right. I need to prove to her how much she means to me not only with words but with my body as well.

  As I pull up to the house, the first thing I notice is how crooked my truck is parked. Shit, I didn’t even think of her taking my truck. I’ve never let anyone drive my truck other than my dad when he brought her down here for me. She’s a beast and I baby the fuck out of her, same as I do my bike. Taking a quick walk around her, making sure she didn’t scratch my truck up, I decide I either need to teach her how to drive my girl properly or get her something smaller. I’d been meaning to take her to look, however, I’ve kept putting it off because I love her riding with me everywhere.

  Walking into the house, I’m greeted by silence. I go through, making sure everything is locked and head toward the bedroom. I find her lying in the middle of the bed, her head going side to side, breathing hard. She must be having a nightmare. Discarding my clothes, I climb into the bed. Her body stiffens when I pull her against me.

  “Rage?” she questions sleepily.

  “Yeah, Lavender, it’s me. Go back to sleep,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head.

  Rolling over to face me, Cleo looks up into my eyes, half dazed. “Make me your woman again, Rage,” she whispers.

  Did she just say what I think she did? I gotta be hearing things. “Go back to sleep, baby, we can talk in the morning.”

  “Please, Rage? I need to know I’m your woman. I can’t go back to sleep without knowing. If you don’t want me, I get it. I mean, look at me, my body isn’t the same as it used to be. I’m flawed—”

  I slam my mouth down on hers to keep her from finishing that sentence. Taking her to her back, I kiss her long and hard, only pulling away when we’re both breathless.

  “Lavender, you don’t see you the way I do. I love everything about you. You’re the only one I want in this bed next to me,” I murmur between kisses along her jawline down to her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

  I take my time kissing every inch of skin as I move down her body. Her nipples are hard as I make my way to them, grabbing one in one hand and sucking the other one into my mouth. Her moans are music to my ears. Cleo begins to wiggle underneath me as I use my free hand to slide between her legs while I give each of her breast attention.

  The feel of Cleo’s hands in my hair, pulling at it as I lavish her body, has my dick jerking. It’s ready to explode as it is. Not having her for so long has him anxious to be inside her. He’ll have to wait though until I’ve had my taste of her, needing to taste all of her, I move further down her body, lifting her legs over my shoulders.

  “Tell me what you want, Lave,” I order, breathing her in, loving the way she smells.

  “I want you, Rage, all of you,” Cleo moans out.

  “That’s not what I want to hear, baby. You know what I want to hear,” I say hoarsely.

  “I can’t,” she whispers apprehensively.

  “You can,” I tell her.

  “Please,” she begs.

  “I’ll give you what we both want, soon as you tell me,” I say, running a finger down her slit.

  “I want you to use your mouth on me, please, Rage,” she finally says.

  “Good girl. Here you go, baby. But next time, you use my name. My real name,” I say before proceeding to take her pussy with my mouth, devouring her. Fuck, I’ve missed this. She’s like tasting heaven. Using my fingers, I find the spot that sends her over as I latch onto her clit. Cleo’s screams fill the room when she comes. Her body shaking as her pussy spasms around my fingers. I don’t relent as I continue taking what I’ve wanted from the moment I brought her home.

  “Please, no more. I need you inside me, Travis,” Cleo moans while writhing under me.

  I don’t say a word, needing the same thing, and since she used my name, I’ll give it to her. “Say it again,” I order, lining my dick up with her pussy, pressing in slightly only to
pull away when she pushes for me to enter her.

  “I need you,” she whispers

  “That’s not it, baby.”

  “Travis, plea—” she cries out as I thrust home. Seated deep inside her, I stay still long enough for Cleo to adjust to my width. I’m not a small dude and don’t want to hurt her.

  Without words, she lets me know to move. Leaning over her, I take her mouth, loving the fact she doesn’t have a problem with tasting herself as I kiss her. Thrusting slowly, I make love to my woman, showing her exactly how much she means to me.

  “Travis,” Cleo cries out, clenching my dick as she comes around me. Unable to hold back, I follow her, coming deep in her pussy.

  “Fuck, I love you, Lavender. You’re mine, always have been, always will be,” I groan out.

  “I love you too,” she says breathlessly.

  “I’m putting a ring on this finger, baby. I want you to marry me. No, I need you to marry me.”

  “W . . . what did you just say?” she stammers.

  “I said I need you to marry me,” I tell her between kisses.

  “You need to marry me?” she asks, tears in her eyes.

  “Yeah, Lavender, I do. I need you to marry me and become my family in every way possible.”

  “Yes,” she says, nodding her head in agreement.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby,” I say and then proceed to show her how much she means to me for the rest of the night, lavishing her body, giving her and me everything we’ve been missing out on.

  I’ll spend the rest of my days showing her how much she means to me; fuck, I’ll even find a way to give her everything she can’t have anymore.

  I’ll give her the family she’s always wanted.

  18

  Cleo

  Last night, I never expected Rage to ask me to marry him. Hell, I honestly thought he’d leave me when I asked him to make me his woman again. I’d been having a hard time sleeping when he’d gotten home, afraid my dreams where reality. Only when he climbed in next to me did I know what was real and what wasn’t. I knew then and there what I wanted and needed.

  Rage spent the entire night showing me exactly what I needed. Him. He’s always been it for me, from day one. I should never have doubted him. My head can be one fucked up place to be. My heart and body know where they belong and after last night, my head finally knows as well.

  Waking up this morning, I’m more than content to stay in his arms simply laying here enjoying the tranquility of the morning. Gently turning toward him, I take in his features like I’ve done so many times before only this time, he seems completely at peace. The tension which circled us finally gone.

  Reaching up, I run my fingers along the scruff he keeps trimmed close to his face. I smile thinking of the life we’ll have together. Doesn’t mean I won’t long for what we’ve lost, knowing I’ll never be able to carry a child again. I like to think the beautiful child I lost before I even knew I’d carried was a little boy who’d have looked just like his daddy. My heart aches for our baby but I know I’ll always carry him in my heart.

  “What are you thinking so hard about, baby?” Rage’s voice, filled with sleep, pulls me from my thoughts.

  “I was just thinking of everything. How happy I am right now. Is it wrong to be so happy after having lost our child?”

  “No, Lave, it’s not wrong to be happy. It means you’re healing. Doesn’t mean you or I will forget about the child we never got to meet,” he says, running his fingers through my hair, brushing it out of my face.

  “You know when I think about the baby, I imagine a little boy who looks like his daddy.” Tears fill my eyes as I admit it out loud to him.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, it hurts to know we’ll never have the chance to see that beautiful boy grow up. I always wanted a house full of kids. Growing up an only child, my parents always working, it was way too lonely. I know they loved me in their own way. They simply didn’t know how to let it show. I wanted to do all the things my parents weren’t able to do with me. You know I’m not close with them now, hell, I haven’t even spoken to either of them in months. They never had time for me. I told myself I’d never do that to my own children. I’d never miss Trick or Treating, Thanksgiving, Christmas, or their birthdays. All the things my own parents missed out on,” I say, letting the tears fall from my eyes. I’ve always hated crying yet, here I am constantly bawling like a baby recently.

  Rage sits up, bringing me with him, holding me to his chest. Silently, he brushes away my tears. “Baby, I love you and I’d love nothing more than to have everything you just mentioned. I know I’ve said it before, and I’ll tell you again. When you’re ready, we'll find a way to start a family. If you want, we can talk to another doctor, find out the extent of damage, double-check about you or hell, look into our options of surrogates. We can keep our options open until we speak to someone. I also wouldn’t mind adoption if that’s the way we end up going. Doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m doing it with you by my side,” he says, proceeding to draw more tears out of me. Ugh, I wish I could stop crying.

  Speechless, I lean forward kissing him, moaning as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, taking over the kiss. Running my hands down his body, I find him hard and ready for me. Feeling bold, I straddle his waist, aligning myself with his dick. I sink down, taking him all the way in. The groan he makes spurs me on as I slowly begin to ride him. Rage grabs hold of my waist in a firm grip as he thrust deep inside of me. Neither of us breaking eye contact as we connect, staring into each other’s gaze. The only sound filling the room is our heavy breathing.

  Growing closer to the edge of oblivion, Rage flips us over, thrusting even deeper inside with each movement of his hips. Seconds later, I scream out his name as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced hit me. Rage’s groans fill my ears as he follows me into the bliss. His dick twitches as he stills, coming inside me.

  “Fuck, baby, I could stay like this all day. Being inside you is the best place in the world.” Rage groans, thrusting inside me, slowly drawing out the sensations.

  “Same here, hot stuff,” I moan out.

  “Hot stuff? Seriously, sweetheart, I know I’m hot but damn.” Smirking at me, he begins to tickle me.

  “Well, mister, being hot, you might as well be called hot stuff,” I say giggling.

  “Oh, Lavender, baby, you can call me hot stuff all you want especially when I still have my dick deep in this pussy of yours.” Rage smiles, leaning down and kissing me thoroughly before moving to stand by the bed. “Come shower with me,” he says, holding his hand out to help me out of bed.

  Smiling, I take his hand, letting him pull me the rest of the way. He kisses me deeply as he draws me flush against his body. Pulling back, he sweeps me off my feet, turns and heads toward our bathroom, not once putting me down to turn the shower on.

  Taking his time, he washes my hair and body. Closing my eyes, I moan at the sensation of his hands exploring my skin.

  When I open my eyes, I see nothing but pure adoration.

  “Did you mean what you asked me last night?”

  Rage cups my ass, drawing me against him as he graces me with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen. “Meant it, Lavender, you and me, I don’t care if it’s to the courthouse tomorrow or we wait a few weeks and have a small wedding here at the house, but I plan on having you as my wife. I want my name attached to yours as well as inked into this beautiful skin,” he growls right before taking my mouth and body once more.

  This day simply can’t get any better than it already is.

  19

  Rage

  “Come on, baby, we gotta get a move on or we’re gonna be late,” I yell out for Cleo to hurry up. It’s been one hell of a week. Cleo decided she didn’t want to do a wedding here at the house, settling with a courthouse wedding on one condition, my folks had to be here for it. That was it. She didn’t care if anyone else came but my mom and dad. Said it was important they saw the two of us get marri
ed, especially my mom. I couldn’t agree more.

  They finally arrived last night, having been told we had an appointment set at the courthouse to be married today. Mom had been ecstatic, taking Cleo out, declaring she needed one on one time with my woman.

  “I’m coming, geez, we’re not gonna be late, Rage. I couldn’t pick out which boots I wanted to wear,” she grumbles coming down the hall looking absolutely mouthwatering. A simple white sundress matched with charcoal grey knee-high boots. The outfit suits her to a T.

  “Fuck, Lave, I don’t know if I can let you out of the house looking like that. Anyone sees you and I may end up stabbing them in the eyes to keep them from staring at you. You’re beautiful, babe,” I groan pulling her in for an appreciative kiss. “Let’s go get married so I can bring my wife home and fuck her in these boots,” I say squeezing her ass.

  “Can’t wait,” she says, grinning.

  “Can you believe this fucker up and got married on us?” Burner yells out later the same night as Cleo and I walk into the clubhouse for a cookout meant for us. Neither of us wanted a reception, however, my mom wouldn’t hear of it.

  “Fuck you, man.” I grin, punching him in the chest. Nothing and no one could put me in a bad mood, not today at least.

  After Cleo and I said our vows and signed the dotted line, I took her ass straight back to the house where I spent the afternoon enjoying every inch of her body. Not before I had her against the door with her dress hiked up and them hot as fuck boots wrapped around my waist.

  “Shit, man, you didn’t have to punch me in the damn chest that damn hard. Fuckin’ hell, need to hold off on the steroids, especially now. Gotta make sure it doesn’t shrivel up if you know what I mean,” Burner chuckles as Cleo giggles by my side.

  “What are you giggling about, babe?” I ask lifting a brow.