by Blue Remy
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Four days later, Twisted stood in the backroom at the Incoherent clubhouse in Mandeville, just across Lake Pontchartrain from New Orleans, listening to the confession of the man who had murdered Penny’s uncle. Bagger had been part of a crew more than a decade ago who had seen the writing on the wall and didn’t like what it said, trying to derail the infestation of their territory by drug gangs. The club had embarked on a successful campaign of destruction that had severe consequences for a Central American drug cartel. That cartel a family operation that, when it was failing, turned deadly for the ones who had backed the Louisiana expansion. It wasn’t club that had talked about his whereabouts, just a chance meeting in the VA hospital where Bagger had gone for treatment. Seen and recognized, his days already numbered, that number divided down to nothing by filth.
“Tell me who else is targeted.” Bloody knuckles curved into bludgeons, he urged the man kneeling in front of him to provide answers that would cut his suffering short. His end was already writ in stone. The blood tracing his lifeline running thin, but the suffering could end.
The answer provided ensured that wouldn’t happen because he said one name. The one name that Twisted didn’t want to hear.
“Penny.”
***
Feet to the parking lot, engine idling, Twisted straddled his bike, eyes locked on a truck parked on the fuel line. Hair braided into a single-tail, he wore a bandana tied around his face, covering his beard, secure in anonymity.
He heard a whistle, then another, lilting and lifting, dancing through the air. Walking the long-handled window washer around the front of her truck, jaunty steps moving in time to the tune, the woman he watched swayed through her tasks. Huge nozzles cocked into the tanks on either side of the truck, hood propped up and out of the way, she climbed onto the front tires to better reach her windshield. Arms lifting, muscles in her back moving as she scrubbed, unaware of any scrutiny. He scowled when he realized the driver of the truck at the next pump was watching her titties move under her shirt. Mesmerized by the show, the foolish man took a step towards her. Tipping his head at his second, he sent him to explain the dire mistake about to be made. Move on, mister.
My shiny Penny, he thought, and at that moment she turned, scanning the area. He marked the instant when her gaze locked on him. Saw her lips part, knew what she whispered, heard it in his head as if he were lying beside her again. “Bell.”
Not yet. But soon. He cast the words towards her with the same intensity used two weeks before. “Told you, darlin’. Gave me something so sweet, man would break his back to keep that. I plan on holding on.”
**NOTE**
This picks up where the third book in the series ended. Best enjoyed if you’ve read the previous books – “Forbidden”, “Tempted”, and “Claimed”.
“While all deception requires secrecy, all secrecy is not meant to deceive.” – Sissela Bok
Gage and Raven have a near perfect life. The only thing missing is the baby Gage desperately wants. Then, a secret comes to light that turns their world upside down, and starts a chain of events that could destroy them. After all they’ve been through, do they have any fight left in them?
Deceive (verb)
– Deliberately cause (someone) to believe something that is not true, especially for personal gain.
Synonyms – trick, dupe, mislead
CHAPTER ONE
Gage
“Jesus, Gage.”
I stop what I’m doing and look up at my baby doll. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Especially now—blindfolded, wrists and ankles secured to our bed in the sex room. The sexy lingerie is just a bonus. When she walked out of the bathroom wearing that shit, my mind went blank and my body took over. I rake my gaze over her heavenly body. Her new, favorite accessories—the nipple clamps I bought her—are firmly in place, hooked to a chain I’m holding. By my count, she’s already come on my tongue three times. She’s moaned, groaned, screamed, and called me a torturer, but at no point did she ask me to stop.
“You okay, babe?”
“Please… I don’t want your mouth anymore. I need you inside me.”
Her back arches when I jerk the chain, tugging on the clamps. I watch as her body shivers and she pulls on the restraints. Moving up her frame, I lick her skin as I go. Her moans drift through my ears, taking up residence in my brain. This woman will be the death of me. When I’m with her, all I want to do is get inside her. When I’m not, all I can think about is getting to her so I can get inside her. No matter how many times I have her, it’s never enough. I’m fucked in every way anyone could ever imagine when it comes to her.
I remove her blindfold and her lids flutter open, revealing those beautiful blue eyes. I need to see them when I’m fucking her. It’s always the same. That look she had when we first made love, returns every damn time I slide inside her. I fucking love it.
“Untie me,” she begs. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.”
She responds with a petulant groan, lifting her hips off the bed. I smile as I release her ankles, because I know it’s the same for her; she wants me just as much as I want her. Moving to my knees, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her to me. She moans, jerking her hips toward me as I press the head of my dick on her clit.
“My baby doll loves her dick.”
“Yes.” She writhes against me. “Because my old man loves his pussy.”
“Damn right,” I growl as I bury myself inside her warmth. “Fuck….”
“Gage….”
She shudders, clenching around me. With a groan, I close my eyes as that wave of pleasure washes over me. This happens every time, too. The way she squeezes my dick, gripping it in a chokehold, makes me want to stay right where I am. The great part is, she’s mine. I get to have her for the rest of my life.
Our gazes lock as I begin to move. She stares up at me with that look in her eyes, and her lips parted. All this beauty is mine. I don’t deserve her. I know I don’t, but as long as she thinks I do, I’m hers.
“Fuck. Gage….”
I grab her waist, splaying my fingers on her back. She knows what she does to me when she says my name. I move faster, pressing my thumbs into her stomach as I slam into her, watching her breasts jiggle. She cries out, curling her fingers around the spindles of the headboard. With each movement, it slams against the wall. Her moans, and the thud of wood against cement, bring a smile to my face. This is why the lady from next door blushes whenever she sees me.
“Oh, God. Right there,” Raven groans.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, don’t stop.”
Reaching up, I remove the clamps. I need to see all of her. Once they’re out of the way, I palm her breasts, brushing a thumb across one nipple while I pull the other into my mouth. She moans, her pussy clamping down on my dick.
“Fuck, babe.”
Best. Pussy. Ever. And it’s mine. Sliding my hand to her shoulder, I hold her in place as I pound into her. As her juices drip down my balls, I marvel at how wet she gets for me. Every fucking time. She tightens her grip on my dick again and I go deep, remaining still to relish the feeling.
“Oh, God!” she screams.
I start moving, desperate to come inside her. That’s the best part. I get to come inside her sweet pussy and possibly make a baby. It’s been months and nothing’s happened, but I’m not giving up. Each stroke takes on a new purpose. I need to come but I need her to get there first. I hammer away at the spot I know drives her crazy, staring into her beautiful face as it contorts in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, Gage. Stop, stop!”
“What?” I ask in confusion, stopping immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Untie me. I need to pee.”
“What?”
“I need to pee!”
That’s when it hits me. A grin spreads across my lips, and I grab her hips as I try to find the spot again.
“What are you doing?” Raven shrieks, the
n launches into rapid-fire Spanish. Based on the look on her face, she’s cussing me the fuck out.
“It’s not pee, babe. Don’t fight it.”
“What? No! Oh, God —”
She goes quiet, pulling in a sharp breath. That’s how I know I’ve found it.
“Just relax,” I coach her.
“Stop, stop, stop!” she begs. It’s quickly followed by a moan. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
I chuckle, but it’s cut short when I feel the pressure. It’s like her pussy is about to break my dick in half. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she tries to tug her wrists free of the restraints. She’s close, and fuck if I’m not right there with her. She explodes, forcing my dick out of her and squirting all over me.
“Gage!”
As she screams, I grab my dick, stroking it until I come on her quivering stomach. Her thighs quake and she grabs the headboard, raising her hips off the bed. I watch her in the aftermath of her climax, eyes closed, shuddering and breathing raggedly.
“Babe?”
Slowly, she opens her eyes and stares up at me in awe. Before I can say anything else, awe quickly turns to embarrassment.
“Fuck, Gage. Look what you made me do!”
“I see it,” I tell her with a proud smile.
“What’s with the grin? I just peed all over you.”
“Not pee, babe. I made you squirt.”
She draws her brows together in confusion. “Squirt?”
“Yeah. You fucking gushed all over me.”
“But… I’ve never done that before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
I grab the sheet and use it to clean my cum from her stomach, since I’ll have to change it anyway. That was a waste. It could have been my little boy.
“You like it?” she asks sarcastically. “That I just peed all over you?”
“Babe.” I lean forward, and with my face an inch from hers, I continue, “It’s not pee. And even if it was, I’ve had my tongue in your pussy for months now. You getting a little pee on my dick would be nothing.”
I release her wrists, but she makes no attempt to move. With a smirk, I hop off the bed and head to our bathroom to run a bath. On my return, I find her in the same position. I remove the remaining parts of her lingerie and lift her limp body into my arms. After placing her in the tub, I throw the sheets in the washer, and then join her. As I slide in behind her and pull her against me, she sighs in contentment.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I’ll let you know as soon as I regain feeling in my limbs.”
I wrap an arm around her, laughing as I reach for her loofah. “Good. Means I’ve done my job.”
“Job? Is that why lately you’ve been riding me more than your bike?”
I laugh again, squeezing the suds from the loofah onto her breasts. “For as long as my dick can get hard, I’ll be riding you more than my bike, doll.”
“Sweet baby Jesus….”
Despite her reaction, she moans and spreads her legs when I reach between them to wash her.
“You know you love it.”
“Maybe just a little.” She giggles.
She settles in against me, and after a while, I realize she’s falling asleep. It’s been two months since we moved into the house, and I’ve fallen asleep with her in my arms every night. They’ve been the best two months of my life, and it’s all because of her. She’s on my bike, in my bed, wearing my patch, and—as of two days ago—my ring. I’m inked on her back as she is on mine, and as soon as we can get this wedding planned, she’ll be my wife. The only thing missing is our sweet little baby. Maybe Chopper was right and we should get checked out. At least that way we’ll know what we’re up against.
Fuck me. I can’t believe this is my life. I’ve got an old lady, a wedding on the way, and hoping for a child. How has she turned my life completely upside down in only a year? It may not be the life I’ve always thought I wanted, but it’s damn near perfect and I’ll do anything to keep it.
Carefully, I step out of the tub and grab a towel. After drying off, I gently trail my finger down her cheek.
“Come on, doll.”
With a disappointed groan, she allows me to help her to her feet, and out of the tub. I dry her off, too, wrap her in the towel, and scoop her up into my arms. I take her back to our bedroom and lay her on the bed while I find something for her to wear. Staring down at the contents of her drawer, I realize I may not be able to get her into any of that shit, so I grab one of my T-shirts instead. She wakes up long enough to get it on, then moves to her side and promptly falls back asleep. I drag on some sweats and curl up next to her, pulling her into my arms. As I’ve done every night, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Raven
“Papi” comes through my phone’s speaker as I make breakfast. I let Gage sleep in because he looked so peaceful. Besides, after the night I had, that man definitely deserves breakfast in bed. My skin tingles with the memories. I can’t believe I squirted. Holy shit, it felt amazing. Embarrassing, but amazing nonetheless. Just when I think we’ve covered everything in the bedroom, he surprises me.
I sing along with J. Lo, rocking my hips as I add eggs to his plate. With a twirl, I head to the fridge to get the orange juice, but freeze in my tracks when I find Gage watching me from the doorway. The man still sends my heart racing when I see him shirtless. His body is so tight—lean muscles, flat stomach, the little “V” at his hips. And the tattoos? Dios. Add in the fact that he still looks at me the way he did when we met at that barbecue a year ago—like he can’t wait to get into my pants—and he does me in every time.
“Why’d you stop?” he asks.
Biting into my bottom lip, I dance my way over to him. He takes my hand, turns me around, and pulls me against him. I press my ass into his crotch, switching my hips. He reaches under my T-shirt, groaning in disappointment when he meets the crotch of the panties I put on this morning.
“You know I don’t like to wake up without you.”
“I wanted to make you breakfast.” I turn to him with a pout. “I was going to bring it up to you.”
He drops a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’d love that, doll but I gotta go. Pack it up for me?”
“’Kay.”
He leaves me with a smack on my ass, and I set to packing up his breakfast. By the time he comes back downstairs, I’ve already eaten. He’s not wearing his colors, so I know he’s handling legit business today.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I grab the paper bag I packed his food in, and follow him out. “You’ll have to re-heat it.”
“I will.”
He places his breakfast on the passenger seat, but before climbing in to the Bimmer, he pulls me against him.
“You know, I still don’t get it,” he says as he stares down at me.
“Get what?”
“Why you’re with me.”
“Gage….”
Where is this coming from? I thought we were past this long ago. I tell him every chance I get, so why can’t he see how much I love him?
“I mean it. I’m almost twice your age, you tell me all the time how bossy I am —”
“You’re a man,” I interrupt him. “That’s what I need. And in case you haven’t noticed, I can handle your ‘bossy’.”
“I’m a man, but I’m not a good man.”
“We’ve been through this. Look,” I take a deep breath. “I know there are things you can’t tell me, but you’ve never lied to me. You take care of me, your family, your brothers, and your employees. I trust you. I trusted you in a time when I didn’t trust myself. So believe me when I tell you you’re a good man, Gage.”
“Yeah?” He raises a brow, tightening his arm around me.
“Yeah. You told me once that I’m perfect for you. Of course, you were balls deep in me at the time so you may have been a little biased.”
That gets a chuckle out of him.
/> “I’m not perfect, Gage… and neither are you. But we’re perfect for each other. We’re perfect together.” I slide my palms up his chest, cradling his face. “I love you. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I won’t,” he mumbles against my lips before taking them in a fierce kiss.
I part them for him, and his tongue barges in, claiming what’s his. No cut, ring, or tattoo can bind him to me more than the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. I’m his in every possible way. Like he always does, he reaches down and grabs my ass, squeezing a cheek. And like we always do, we forget where we are, only being pulled back to reality when the neighbor’s car starts up. He breaks away, staring down at me with fire in his eyes. He doesn’t say it back. There are only rare moments when he says the words, but I know he loves me. Unlike him, I don’t need the constant reassurance.
“See you later,” I whisper.
“Yeah. Remember I got my flying lesson today. And don’t forget to take your pre-natal shit.”
After a kiss on my forehead, he slides into the driver’s seat, and backs out of the driveway. When I turn to head inside, I notice Vivica—our neighbor to the left—watching me. She blushes and averts her gaze.
“Morning, Vivica,” I greet her as I walk to the fence.
“Good morning, Raven. Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s okay. I know we’re quite a spectacle.” I give her a comforting smile.
“It’s just… you guys are so open with your love. The first time I saw him, I never expected that kind of thing from Gage. I wish my husband was like that.”
“Does he tell you that he loves you?”
“He does. All the time.”
“See, that’s the difference between James and Gage. I know he loves me; he shows me every day, but he’s really stingy with the words.”
She nods in understanding.
“I am grateful to you two for one thing, though.” She leans in closer. “With all the sex you guys have, James thinks he needs to keep up.”