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

by Blue Remy

  We both burst out laughing.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly. After being married twenty years, we needed a little boost in that department. Who knew all it would take is a biker and his woman moving in next door?”

  “Well, shit. You’re welcome!”

  While we’re laughing, a man from down the street walks by with his dog.

  “Good morning, ladies!” he says in a chirpy voice.

  “Good morning, Pete,” Vivica answers.

  I wave to him as he passes, but he’s staring at me and isn’t watching where he’s going. He ends up walking right into a stop sign. Vivica and I muffle our laughter and look away, sparing him additional embarrassment.

  “I think you better get inside.” Vivica giggles.

  “I think so, too. I’ll see you later.”

  We part ways and I make my way into the house. After a shower, I grab the bottle of pre-natal vitamins and remove a tablet. Gage has been at me non-stop for months. He wants this baby. He won’t come anywhere but inside me, and has been reading all kinds of material on how to get pregnant. He must have been pissed last night when he had to come on my stomach. His frustration kills me. The dejected look on his face each month when I get my period is the dirt on my coffin. I stare down at the little object in my palm and my hand begins to shake. I clench it in a fist, closing my eyes as tears begin to form. This is all my fault. When he finds out he’ll leave me for sure. Why would he want me then? As the tears spill onto my cheeks, I shake my head, trying to pull myself together. I place the tablet on my tongue and wash it down with a glass of water. Turning away from my reflection in the mirror, I head downstairs to the bedroom Gage converted into an art room for me. I have a project due for school and I need to get started on it.

  ***

  “Babe?”

  I look up from the drawing on my tablet, surprised to see Gage standing in the doorway. “What are you doing home so early?”

  “Early?” He raises a brow as he approaches. “It’s after six.”

  “What?”

  I check my phone in confusion. 6:17 p.m. What the fuck?

  “Have you even left this spot today?” he asks after he kisses me.

  “I don’t know. I must have.”

  “Doesn’t look like it.”

  He pulls up a chair, sitting across from me with a concerned stare. Could I have been that absorbed in my work that I’ve been sitting here for nine hours?

  “Have you eaten anything, babe?”

  Fuck. He’s home and I haven’t made dinner! I quickly put my tablet aside and jump to my feet.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the time. I’ll make you something —”

  He grabs my hand, stopping me before I can hurry out of the room.

  “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

  “’Kay.” I drop back down in my seat and pick up my tablet, calling after him as he walks out, “Get Chinese.”

  I’m getting absorbed in my project once more, when strange but wonderful smells start coming from the kitchen. I check the time and it’s 6:40. There’s no way the food got here that fast. Taking my tablet with me, I follow my nose. I walk into the kitchen and my mouth drops open in shock. I’m pretty sure my heart skips a few beats, too. Gage Harley Hunter is standing in front of the stove, wearing sweatpants and a tank, and… he’s cooking.

  “Umm… what’s going on?” I ask.

  He looks back at me with a grin.

  “What does it look like?”

  “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  “Chopper’s not the only one who knows his way around the kitchen.”

  I approach him, noting the ingredients scattered on the counter. There’s the leftover rice and chicken from yesterday, and a bunch of veggies laid out. I hop up on the counter and watch him with growing curiosity. Just when I thought I knew everything there was to know about this man, he proves me wrong. Cooking. Gage. Gage Hunter. Wow.

  “Are you done with your project?” he asks as he adds rice to the onion and scallions in the pan.

  Snapping out of my haze, I turn my tablet to him, showing him my progress. He smirks, turning back to his task.

  “Aren’t your teachers tired of my face by now?”

  “They asked me to draw a representation of the most important thing in my life. That’s you.”

  He freezes, losing the smirk as he looks up at me. He removes the pan from the heat and walks over to me, stepping between my legs. I put my tablet aside, sliding my hands around his neck as his go around my waist.

  “Me?”

  I nod, holding his stare. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

  “Love you, babe.”

  I close my eyes, letting his words wash over me. I don’t hear them often so when I do, it makes them even more special.

  “Love you, too.”

  After a kiss on my forehead, he moves back to the stove. I watch him work, realizing what he’s cooking. I wanted Chinese, so my man is making fried rice.

  “You know, I have the best old man in the world.”

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

  “If you get any more sexual favors, I’ll have more miles on my pussy than an 8th Street hooker.”

  “A what?” He laughs.

  “In Miami, there’s a section of 8th Street that’s just motels on both sides. Lots of hooker traffic.”

  “And how do you know so much about it?” He raises a brow.

  “Everyone knows about Calle Ocho.” I shrug.

  “Well, I don’t care how many miles you got as long as I’m the one racking them up.”

  “Claro, papi. Sólo tu.”

  “Good.”

  “You don’t even know what I said!” I giggle.

  “Of course I do. You said my dick game is so strong, you’d never even think of fucking anyone else.”

  I burst out laughing and he gives me a lopsided grin.

  “Am I right?”

  “Totally. Has Rico been giving you Spanish lessons?”

  “I’ve picked up a few things here and there.”

  He divides the rice between two plates, then lifts me down from the counter, smacking my ass. With a smile, I stick it out toward him. It’s been a while since I got a spanking.

  “One more?”

  Biting into his bottom lip, he spanks the other cheek and whispers in my ear, “Later.”

  A shiver runs down my spine. Yes! I head to the fridge and grab us two sodas, then meet him at the table.

  “Eat up,” he encourages me.

  I’m hooked from the first bite. “This is delicious!”

  He answers with a smirk.

  “I’m serious. It’s better than what we get from the Chinese place.”

  “You think so?”

  “Definitely. Maybe you should be in charge of meals from now on.”

  “Nice try.”

  I giggle. “Hey, I had to.”

  While we eat, he tells me about his day. I really have nothing to contribute so I listen, pitching in every now and then.

  “How was your lesson?” I ask.

  “Amazing, babe.” His face lights up. “I should have done this a long time ago.”

  “I can’t wait to go flying with you.”

  “You’ll be the first one I take up there. I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t for you.”

  Reaching over, I take his hand, gently squeezing it. “I’m just glad you’re doing something you love.”

  “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 ne
w 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.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  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 he
r 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.