Michelle Woods - Becoming Raven's Man (Red Devils MC #7)

by Unknown

  “Fuck, Princess, why the hell didn’t you tell me that you were freezing?” Travis growled angrily.

  “It’s f-fine. I-I’m just a bb-bit chilled.” Raven was off the bike, her arms wrapped around herself to keep her warm, her teeth chattering.

  “You’re not fine, damn it. Your fucking lips are blue,” Travis roared, his movements jerky as he ripped the tent out of the saddlebags. He set it up quickly before growling, “What the hell are you waiting on, get in there and get out of those damned wet clothes. Here’s the duffle. It’s waterproof as are the packs for the bedrolls. So you should be able to wear one of my shirts and climb into the bedroll to warm up.” Raven was moving slowly towards him.

  “Hurry the hell up before you freeze to death, damn it!” Travis snapped.

  Raven glared at him. She wasn’t stupid and she knew she needed to get warm but it wasn’t going to kill her to be a bit chilled. He was overreacting.

  Travis watched Raven enter the tent, calling himself an idiot. He should have stopped an hour ago. His only excuse was that he needed to get her home and turn her over to her brother before he became even more attached to her than he already was. Over the past few days he’d known that if he didn’t guard his heart, he’d be in deep shit. Women like her were too easily pulled from one man to another.

  He’d been pushing to get home and nearly let her freeze to death. He was a fucking moron. He waited another ten minutes, securing the bike before he entered the tent. Raven was on her pallet with her back to the door of the tent. He stared at her lying there. Normally when he climbed into the tent now his pallet was beside hers. After the second night of him holding her while she slept, she’d been pulling the little pallet over next to hers.

  Tonight it was on the other side of the tent. He snorted; like that was going to stop him. She was just going to have to deal with him holding her, damn it. She was shivering and he could hear her teeth chattering. He quickly changed his clothes for a dry set of boxers and a shirt. Then he pulled the pallet over next to hers.

  “No!” she growled at him, turning to face him. “You’re staying on your side of the tent tonight!”

  “Sure thing, Princess. As soon as you stop with the chattering teeth,” he growled, even knowing that wasn’t going to happen. He’d be holding her whether she liked it or not. He lay down on the pallet behind her.

  “Asshole!” she roared, only to place her hand over her mouth with her eyes wide in surprise. Then she was glaring at him. “You made me cuss.”

  Travis chuckled. “I didn’t make you do anything, Princess.” His arms slid around her pulling her to his chest. She stiffened and tried to wiggle away but the tightness of his arms wouldn’t allow it. She tried for about another minute then gave up, settling against him.

  He felt her body shaking every few seconds and decided this wasn’t going to work with him on his pallet and her on hers. He lifted the blanket up and slid over onto her pallet, resting his body flush against her back. She gasped.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Hush, I’m just going to share my body heat. You should have told me you were freezing, Princess.” He buried his face in her golden hair smelling the faint scent of lemons. His body was cradled against her tight ass and he was pressing his already hard cock against it unable to help himself. He knew he should put some space between his cock and her butt, only he couldn’t seem to move away.

  “I—um, why is your dick hard?” Raven asked, feeling suddenly hot and a bit wet and not from the rain either. She felt his hips move and he pressed his hard dick against her ass, rubbing it over the globes of her rounded posterior. She felt shivers of need racing up her spine.

  “Why is a man’s dick usually hard, Princess?” Travis asked, a smile hovering on his lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t attack you.”

  Raven wanted to demand to know why he wouldn’t attack her. She was suddenly very ready to be attacked by him. She pressed her ass back into that hardness, unable to stop herself.

  Travis’s hands were on her hips suddenly. He gripped them hard before he growled, “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next, Princess. Now stop wiggling.”

  Raven did it again and Travis rolled her beneath him, his hands holding her wrists on either side of her head, his cock coming to rest on the hot achy pool of need that had formed between her legs. Only her underwear and his separated them and she knew he had to feel how wet she was. She was a bit embarrassed by her need.

  Travis’s eyes met hers. “You do know what you’re asking for, don’t you?” he demanded, his eyes a deep green that reminded her of moss.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good,” he growled, then his lips were pressing against hers. His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting into her mouth with abandonment. He growled low as his hands slid under the shirt she was wearing to cup her breasts. He tugged at her nipples with his fingers. She was overwhelmed by the sensation.

  Moaning, she pressed her body into his. Travis was about to explode. He’d wanted her almost constantly for the last five days and now he had her beneath him, finally. There was so much he wanted to do to her but he wouldn’t be able to wait long to be inside her. His mouth devouring hers, after a moment he managed to pull back asking, “Are you protected?”

  “Yes, I got the shot from doc last month,” Raven whispered.

  “Thank fuck. I don’t have any medi-condoms.” Travis set his mouth to work then, kissing her face, down her neck, placing sipping kisses in the hollow of her throat. Raven moaned, arching into him.

  His hands moved, tugging the shirt up and off, his eyes devouring her breasts. “Fuck, those are pretty,” he growled, staring at the tight peaks of her nipples, which were hard.

  His mouth lowered again and he took one inside his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue wrapped around the tip, his hand sliding over to tug at the one he wasn’t sucking. Raven moaned; her body felt like it was on fire. Her pulse raced and her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she tried to remove his shirt.

  Travis knew that Raven was trying to tug his shirt off but he was not able to release the hard little nipple he was laving thoroughly. He felt like he hadn’t had sex in years and was starving for it. He’d never felt this desperate before and it really hadn’t been that long since he’d had sex, a month, maybe two.

  He moved to her other breast, hearing her frustrated little huff when he didn’t let her take off his shirt. He smiled against her breast before he sucked on that hard little bud. His hands cupped her hips, tilting her pelvis into his, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against her soaked opening. He growled around the nipple, feeling needy. He wanted into that wet heat that he could feel sliding over his cock even through the layers separating them.

  Raven was becoming frustrated with the shirt he wouldn’t let her take off. She wanted to touch him, to feel his bare skin against her own. He was sucking her breasts, moving from one to the other, and her hands were sliding against his skin under the shirt but she wanted more. Her body clenched when he cupped her hips, rubbing his cock against her. She let out a keening mewl of pleasure.

  Her body shook with need. She wanted him so badly, she had for days now and she was so close to getting what she wanted. Raven knew that she shouldn’t be ready for this after what she’d been through with Viper but she was. She wanted him with a need that bordered on obsession. She whimpered, tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting nothing between them.

  Travis finally lifted his head and ripped off his shirt before quickly diving back towards her, his mouth taking her breast again. He sucked hard on her nipple. She moaned, her hands clutching his now bare shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she felt herself clenching in an orgasm. It shocked her that just the feeling of his cock resting against her and his mouth sucking at her breasts was enough to make her come.

  Travis stiffened. Looking down at her, he demanded, �
�Did you just come?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, a little embarrassed.

  “Fuck,” he growled, his hands moving to her underwear, ripping them off her legs as he jerked on his own. “I need to be inside you now.” He looked a bit wild hovering above her, jerking his clothes off roughly, his eyes glued to her body as he did.

  Travis knew he was acting like a fucking schoolboy with his first crush, but her coming from his mouth on her breast was hot as fuck. He was going to go insane if he didn’t get inside her now. Right now. He pushed her legs apart, resting between them with his cock against her entrance. He groaned, his dick throbbing, as he stared at the tip of his cock just barely inside her. His whole body shuddered in need.

  Despite the crazed refrain in his head to get into her hot, wet core now, he forced himself to ask, “Are you sure?”

  She’d barely finished uttering yes when he was thrusting himself into her hot wetness. He let out a pleasured grunt as his cock sank inside her about halfway. She was tight. If he wasn’t sure a woman who looked like her couldn’t possibly have been a virgin, he would have sworn she was.

  Raven trembled, her body feeling stretched by Travis’s hard maleness, which invaded her body. She moaned, pushing up into him as he pulled back and thrust into her again, harder this time. It felt amazingly good having him inside her and she never wanted it to stop. He was letting out strangled sounds of need as he pulled back and thrust into her until he was fully seated inside her.

  Travis felt his balls hit her ass as he finally sank into her wet cavern. His head felt like it was going to explode from the pleasure her tight little body offered him. He grunted and set a hard rhythm, unable to go easy or slow. He wanted this to be good for her too, but he was half mad from the feel of her body gripping him.

  “Sorry, Princess,” he panted, wanting to say more only his brain had shut down as his body took over and he was thrusting in and out of her like a man possessed.

  Raven didn’t know why he was saying he was sorry; it felt so good. She moaned, wrapping her legs around him.

  “Fuck, yes. Fuck…” he grunted, his chest hair brushing against her breasts, adding another sensation that made her moan, gripping him tighter. She felt the rush of her impending orgasm. He moved faster, his balls smacking into her with every thrust of his cock.

  She felt her eyes roll back into her head as her body clenched in orgasm. Every muscle in her tensed as her world exploded into a hard, mind-altering orgasm unlike anything she’d ever felt.

  Travis felt Raven’s body clamp down on his cock like a vise and groaned. His own orgasm began to explode from his body like lightning flowing through his veins. He gripped her hips and his orgasm seemed to pump out of him forever. When he finally collapsed forward onto her, he felt drained. He managed to stop himself from crushing her by twisting them a bit so that his hip landed next hers with his cock still inside her.

  He buried his face into her slightly damp hair. It was partly from their recent exertion and partly from the rain, which still poured down outside the tent. He wanted to say something, only he didn’t know what to say after what had just happened. He wasn’t sure what had happened actually. He knew that he wanted a repeat though and he hoped like hell he’d get to have one.

  She stirred, rising up on her elbow to look at him. He tugged her down onto his chest, sliding his limp dick from her body.

  “Go to sleep, Princess,” he told her, seeing her frown before she settled on his shoulder. It was a long time later that he felt her fall asleep and followed her into a deep sleep of his own, wondering what the hell he was doing. He’d just had sex with a woman who expected forever and he didn’t want to keep her; at least he told himself he didn’t want to keep her.

  The funny thing was he did want to, even though she was likely going to be a pain in the ass. He just refused to admit it to himself.

  Chapter 14

  Raven awakened to the sound of rustling outside of the tent and stiffened. Then she noticed that she was alone inside the small tent. Her heart squeezed when she realized that he didn’t want to have a repeat of the fabulous sex they’d had the night before. She felt a bit used in that moment, but she knew that she’d wanted him as badly as he’d wanted her.

  She stood up reaching for her jeans, which were still a bit damp but she tugged them on anyway. She brushed her hair out, braiding it again, her eyes stinging with tears as she tried to get her emotions under control.

  “Hurry up, I want to get home today.” Travis’s voice was gruff and just as rude as it always was. Gone was the man who called her princess as if she were precious to him. She didn’t know what she’d expected but this wasn’t it. Grimly she rolled the pallet up and grabbed it, moving out of the tent with it and the duffle bag.

  “Fine, let’s get going then,” Raven growled, her heart aching, but she was damned if she was going to let him see it.

  Travis watched her carefully, knowing that she was hurt by his attitude. He wanted to apologize, but he didn’t. He wasn’t keeping her and last night had been a one-time deal. He felt like a dick for that, but he wasn’t about to get mixed up with a woman who’d never let him have any peace. No matter how much his dick protested the idea that they weren’t getting inside that hot little pussy again.

  He packed up the tent and they were on the road after they each ate two ration cubes. He was ready to get home and out of her web.

  They pulled into the yard in front of the clubhouse about two hours before dark. Raven slowly climbed off the bike. She was a bit sore from last night’s activities and the long ride. They’d been up at dawn and ridden all day without stopping. She was tired and just wanted to get away from him so that she could have a good cry over the stupid jerk.

  “Raven…” Travis began, but as she turned to him they heard whoops and hollers from several men who had just exited the clubhouse. Her brother and Matt came rushing down the stairs towards her, followed closely by Pretty Boy and Log. Bone, Tiny, Tick and Ratchet followed behind them.

  Raven was scooped up by her brother and laughed as she was pulled into a tight bear hug. He kissed her cheek, his eyes darkening when they landed on the bruises there. She smiled, letting him know she was okay, even as her heart ached from the rejection she’d received from Travis today.

  Matt grabbed her next, spinning her around twice before setting her down. “Thank God you’re okay,” he said and she grinned at him too. She saw that while she was being spun in circles and hugged by Matt and then Pretty Boy and Log, her brother approached Travis. He said something to the man who watched her before the two men shook hands. Then he was walking back over to pry her out of Pretty Boy and Log’s arms.

  “Let’s get you home.” Her brother tugged on her arm, pulling her in the direction of home. Raven nodded, wanting to be away from Travis. Her pride was still smarting from his rejection. She followed her brother away from the man she was seriously thinking she might be in love with, not looking back.

  Travis was about to ask Raven if they could talk later when the men had come pouring out of the clubhouse. They passed her around from man to man, making Travis’s fists clench and his jaw harden. He didn’t mind her brother but those other bastards needed to stop touching her before he murdered them.

  He was about to go over and show them the error they were making by putting their dirty fucking hands on his Raven when a hard hand landed on his shoulder. He glanced at Bone.

  “You did good, Slick.” Travis nodded, his eyes moving back to Raven. He watched as her brother walked to where he was standing with Bone, Tiny and Ratchet. Tick was standing between the two groups, smiling at the young man who was twirling Raven around.

  “Thanks for saving her. I-I know you think I’m an asshole, but you need something, ever, you let me know. I owe you more than I’ll ever be able to repay you.” Marcus held out his hand to Travis, who took it. They shook and then her brother turned and headed back over to save those men’s lives. That was a good thing because if t
hey’d kept pawing Raven, he’d have been killing them in another minute.

  He was fucked up. He didn’t want to keep her but the thought of one of those yahoos touching her made him homicidal. He shook his head as he watched her moving away without a backwards glance.

  “How is she really?” Tiny asked quietly.

  “She’s fine. Just a little banged up,” Travis told him.

  “Was she raped?” Bone asked, his face grim.

  “No,” was his short reply, and although he’d never asked, he knew that she hadn’t been. Otherwise last night wouldn’t have happened or he would have seen some hesitation or fear. None of that had happened. She’d been fine and a woman who’d been traumatized by an attack reacted differently to a man after she’d been raped.

  “Do you know that for sure or are you guessing?” Ratchet asked.

  “I know,” Travis clipped out.

  “Seems to me you can’t be sure. Most women won’t tell a man about that type of violation,” Tick growled.

  “I fucking know, okay. A woman reacts a certain way to a man when she’s been traumatized that way and Raven didn’t. She wasn’t raped,” Travis growled, anger making his hands ball into fists at his sides.

  “Ah, I see,” Tiny said, his brows raised to his hairline. “Huh, well shit.”

  Bone grinned, seeming to be thinking the same thing as Tiny. “And another one bites the dust,” he gleefully said.

  “What the hell are you two talking about?” Ratchet asked.

  “Nothing, other than I think our boy has a thing for young Raven,” Bone growled.

  “What, that’s no-” Travis began only to be cut off by Tiny, who laughed.

  “Save it. Trust me, it’s not worth fighting. Just go with it,” Tick told him.

  Travis shook his head, pissed at the men. Just because he was feeling a bit rabid because those yahoos were touching her didn’t mean he was keeping her or that he was taken with her. He turned, growling “I’m done with this conversation.”