“You will?”
“Sure.”
He grimaces as I scream and climb onto his lap. Chrissy and Ron laugh, but I don’t care. I text Toni and she replies with a “Hell yeah!”
“Aaah! She said yes. Thank you. This is going to be the best birthday ever!”
“Babe.”
His voice is strained, so I furrow my brows at him in confusion. He glances down and so do I. With me straddling him, my skirt rode all the way up and he has a very nice view of my lady bits. I give him a sheepish smile and slide back into the seat, pulling my skirt down.
We stop at Waffle House and then Gage gets us two rooms at a hotel. I wanted to stay with him but he decided it would be best if Chrissy and I share a room. Just a few more days and we don’t have to worry about appearances. We’re beat, so Chrissy and I shower and crawl into our beds. Just as I’m nodding off, the room door opens. Chrissy lets Ron in and shushes him.
“Raven’s sleeping,” she whispers.
They climb into bed and under the covers and I think they’re going to sleep. That is, until I hear a moan. No, Baby Jesus. Tell me they’re not going to have sex with me in the room.
“No. You’ll wake her up.”
“Please, baby. I need you.”
Shit. The desperation in his voice makes me want to fuck him.
“Okay… but be quiet.”
I’m lying on my back, so I can pretty much see the movement under the blanket. I don’t want to move and alert them, but I also feel like a perv. Chrissy’s trying to be quiet but even if I was asleep, I would have heard her. Ron tosses the blanket back and kneels on the bed. He reaches into his back pocket as she works on his button and zipper. I swallow a gasp when she pulls his dick out of his pants. She’d told me he was packing, but good Lord. You go, Ron! I watch with appreciation as he rolls on a condom and tells her to turn around. Oh, God. What should I do? I shouldn’t be watching this. Most of all, I should not be turned on! But I am. I can’t help it. I clench my fists at my sides to stop myself from sliding my fingers into my panties.
Ron holds on to her hips and slowly slides inside her. My muscles clench as I think about Gage doing the same thing to me. I think about him pumping into me the way it’s happening right next to me. The pulsing in my clit gets harder to bear. Ron reaches up and grabs her hair, pulling her head back as he moves a little faster. I try to keep my breathing even, but I don’t think I’m very successful. Thank God they’re not paying attention to me. He throws his head back, lost in pleasure as Chrissy meets his thrusts. He grabs her hips, steadies her, and thrusts deep, holding the position. She cries out, unable to keep quiet. I really can’t ignore that. Ron jerks his head in my direction and tries to pull the blanket around them.
“Great, guys. Traumatize me, won’t you?”
“Oh, God, Ray. I’m sorry!”
Ron chuckles as I wrap my blanket around myself and head for the door. “Have fun,” I tell them.
Luckily, we got adjacent rooms. I knock on the door and a confused and shirtless Gage opens up. He looks beyond me out into the hallway.
“Are you okay?”
I push past him and toss my blanket on Ron’s bed, the untouched one, and climb into Gage’s.
“Those two can’t keep their hands off each other for one night.” He chuckles as he joins me, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and throw my leg over his. “Can you keep a secret?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Pinky swear.”
“I promise, babe.”
“I watched them.”
“Ron and Chrissy?”
“Yeah… until they got too loud to ignore, anyway. They thought I was asleep.”
“You bad, bad girl.”
He chuckles and trails his fingers up my thigh. The stirring between my legs returns. “I thought about you… about us.”
“Soon. Very soon.”
“I know. Two more sleeps.”
“I hope you won’t mind leaving your party early, but we’re out that bitch at midnight like Cinderella.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ll drag you to a closet if I have to.”
He squeezes my thigh and takes a deep breath. I feel him getting hard against my knee.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks.
“Yeah. You?”
“It was a’ight. I see why you like that tattoo song. Plus, it’s kind of our story, don’t you think?”
Our story. We have a story and we have a song. I need to remember to add it to my Gage playlist. My heart beats faster, threatening to burst out of my chest. His hand is now on my ass, tracing the edge of my panties. I slide my leg over until I’m sitting on top of him.
“So… I’m the only one you want kissing your tattoos?”
“What do you think?”
I lean down and place a soft kiss on the word “death” printed on his sternum then move across to the word “dealers.” He draws in a sharp breath. I slowly travel down his chest, kissing and licking at his ink. He groans as I suck on his nipple. I slide my tongue up the words on his stomach and bite into his flesh. His body jerks, but he doesn’t stop me. He’s so hard I can barely find anything for my teeth to hold on to. I trail little kisses up both his arms before he flips over and settles between my legs.
“You’re driving me crazy, Raven.”
“Fair’s fair. You do the same to me.”
He moves to the side, leaving one leg between mine. His fingers crawl up my inner thigh but stop at the edge of my panties. I moan as he makes small circles on my skin.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Baby Jesus in the manger. My breathing accelerates as I pull my T-shirt up. I stare at him as he watches my hand disappear into my panties.
“Are you wet?”
Wet? It’s Niagara Falls down there. “Yes.”
“Let me see.”
I roll my fingers around then show him my glistening digits. He takes my hand and sucks on my fingers one by one. I think I feel myself gush even more.
“Fuck, babe. I knew you’d taste good.”
He covers my hand with his and slides it back into my underwear, keeping his fingers on top of mine while I touch myself. He moves the tip of my middle finger to my clit and presses down. My hips jerk, and I whimper.
“Circles… right here,” he instructs.
I follow his order as he bites my nipple through my shirt. It sends a zing of current through my body and I shudder. He continues to guide my movements, touching me but not really touching me. I can’t hold back the sounds escaping me.
“Gage….”
He kisses me deeply, his tongue taking over my mouth. My thighs tremble as he uses my own fingers to deliver excruciatingly maddening sensations. I begin to writhe against him as I feel my orgasm in the distance.
“Keep going.”
He removes his hand and kneels between my legs, kissing up my inner thighs and sucking on my skin.
“Oh, God, Gage.”
“That’s it, doll. Make that pussy come for me.”
I can’t stay still. I grind against my fingers as he sucks on my thighs. He’s so close… if only he would just push my panties aside and replace my fingers with his tongue. I massage my breast with my free hand, twirling the nipple.
“You smell so good,” he mumbles.
“What do I smell like?” I cry out as he licks the crease between my thigh and hip.
“Like my favorite meal.”
Jesus. “Then bon appétit.”
He chuckles and bites into my thigh.
“Soon.”
With that promise, I work my clit faster. He spreads my thighs wide and watches me.
“My pussy, Raven. All mine.”
His words send me over the edge and I arch my back, leaping off and into a sea of torrid pleasure.
“Gage!”
My muscles convulse and my body is racked with seemingly endless shudders. I lie there, twitchi
ng and unable to move. That was so intense, it’s like it drained all my energy. He lies next to me, softly kissing my cheek as I try to catch my breath and regain feeling in my limbs. If this is what happens from him being in the same room while I touch myself, I can only imagine what’s going to happen when he finally touches me. I have never looked forward to a birthday more in my entire life.
CHAPTER 14
***Gage***
“What is all this?”
I shuffle through the papers littering my desk as Ellen walks in, carrying a couple of garment bags.
“Invoices for Raven’s party.”
“It’s just one night. I have less paperwork ordering a month’s supplies for both clubs.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s a special night, and you can afford it.”
Right. Guess I can’t argue with that logic. “I’ll start writing the checks.”
“I need you to sign off on her dress. I brought two I think she’d like.”
She unzips the garment bags and removes the dresses, holding them up for me to see. They’re both blue, one long, and one short.
“This one is more traditional prom.” She jiggles the long one. “This one, more of a party dress. It’s strapless; you can see the cutouts on the bodice. With the high-low, frilled skirt, I feel like it’s something she’d choose for herself. She likes to show skin.”
Yes, she does. I study them both and try to imagine her wearing them. As much as I’d love to see her covered up, I know she’d like the short one. And she’ll look damn sexy in it, too.
“The short one.”
“Excellent! And here’s your suit.”
She unzips the other bag, revealing a black suit with two different ties. She removes one, leaving a color that exactly matches the chosen dress.
“I’m not wearing that.”
She scowls at me, tapping her foot in frustration.
“You cannot wear jeans and your cut.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, but I’m not wearing a monkey suit, either.”
“Ugh! What kind of Prince Charming will you be without the suit or the dancing?”
“I’m no Prince Charming, Ellen.”
“But you can be.”
She sits in the chair opposite me and stares imploringly. “For one night, you can be her prince and make her feel like a princess. It’s just for a few hours, Gage. A few hours on your part that will give her a lifetime of good memories.”
Fuck. I eye the suit once more. That night at Scythe flashes in my mind once more. Fuck.
“Fine. I’ll wear the suit.”
***Raven***
I practically float around the diner. Not even the crankiest customer can get me down today. My birthday party is tomorrow. After that, Gage and I can be together—truly together. No more hiding and sneaking around, and we can finally make love. My body tingles as I think about it. Plus, I get to have my two best friends here to celebrate with me. Toni gets here this evening, and I can’t wait to see her. The icing on the cake has to be that Lonnie has been M.I.A for days. I’ve spoken to the manager at the apartment complex and my dad’s lawyer. Everything is pretty much in place. I’m almost done packing. It’s not like I have much to move.
“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine today?” Millie smiles at me.
“I’m really looking forward to my party tomorrow, even though I have no clue about what’s going on. I know Ellen and Chrissy are working on it, so at least it won’t be bikers and rock music.”
“Oh, I think you’ll like it. I’m giving you the day off so you can get your hair and nails done and what-not.”
“Thank you! Just a hint, Millie. Please?”
“Nope. You’ll know soon enough.”
“Ugh! Fine.”
On my break, I head outside and call Gage.
“Babe,” he croons. Dios, me encanta su voz. And when he calls me “babe.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up, doll?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup. I’m so excited about tomorrow. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Me, too. I swear I’ve tried balancing these books a million times. I get halfway through and have to start all over.”
“You’re still not going to tell me anything about the party?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“How am I supposed to know what to wear?” I counter.
“I got it covered.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Your outfit will be waiting for you when you get back from all your hair and nail shit tomorrow.”
“You covered that, too?”
“I’m just cutting the checks. Ellen’s been a busy bee.”
“So, I guess Ellen’s the one I should go home with tomorrow night then.”
He goes silent, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Ha ha, very funny,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Listen… I was thinking about this getaway idea. The more I think about it, the better it sounds.”
“Where you wanna go?”
“I don’t know yet, but we can leave on Thursday. I just need to wrap up some business.”
“Cool. I need to talk to Millie. And I have to meet with Mr. Santini, Daddy’s lawyer, to sign some papers, and then we’re going to take care of my apartment. But we should be done by noon.”
“How much you need for the apartment?”
“It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry about it.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I have to get back to work, so later.”
“Okay, babe.”
By the end of the day, I’m jittery. Ron and Chrissy went to pick up Toni at the airport and they’ll be here any minute. I say my goodbyes to everyone and wait for them outside. I’m craning my neck to see down the street, chewing on my lower lip, and bouncing on the balls of my feet. Toni’s more of a sister to me than Lonnie will ever be. We’ve been inseparable since we were kids, even though she’s a year older. She’s a lot like me, or maybe I’m a lot like her. I’ve always looked up to her. Hell, she’s the one who told me about periods and gave me the birds-and-the-bees talk. By “talk,” I mean she showed me one of her dad’s pornos and told me to always use condoms. I was ten. Needless to say, I was a little traumatized.
When I finally see the Charger, my heart begins to race. Toni sticks her head through the window and screams. Before the car even comes to a complete stop, her door is open and she’s jumping out. She’s tall, athletic, milk-chocolate gorgeous, and has the lightest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Oh, my God, she looks so different! She’s relaxed her hair and dyed it burgundy since the last time she sent me a picture.
“Rave!”
With an excited shriek, I jump into her arms. “Toni! Oh, my God, I missed you.”
“Jesus Christ, gal, what a way you get fat!”
“Whatever. I am not fat!”
“Mm-hmm. That ass looks fatter. What’s Gage been feeding you?”
“Just get back in the car. Let’s go.”
“After you, fatty.”
I climb in and find Chrissy in the back seat. Ron teases that they’ve been talking his ears off. Great! I was wondering if they’d get along. “Where we headed?” I ask Ron.
“Orders are to take you to the clubhouse.”
“Can you stop at the house first, please?”
“Got it.”
After Toni and I shower and change, we head over to the clubhouse. Even from outside, we hear the hip-hop music blaring. Toni starts to dance before we walk through the doors. I can smell Chopper’s burgers, so there’s definitely a party going on. The music stops when Ron pushes the door open for us.
“Surprise!” Everyone yells.
What the fuck? All the guys are here, grinning from ear to ear. It’s obvious they started the party without me because they’ve all got drinks and Hounds hanging on them.
“What’s going on?” I ask no one
in particular.
Gage moves toward me from the back of the room, a big, beautiful smile on his lips.
“Bomboclawt,” Toni drawls. “Swag buck. He got that big dick walk.”
“Take your eyes off my man’s dick.”
“Mm-hmm… mi see if you big, bad, and brave when him fling cocky under yu rass.”
“Yeah. I’ll tell you all about it.”
“What does she mean?” Chrissy whispers.
“That his swag is turned all the way up, and basically I won’t be so smug after he fucks me.”
“Oh.”
“That’s Mr. Flintstone right there,” Toni continues.
“He’ll definitely make your bed rock,” Chrissy adds.
I look between the two of them in marvel. I can’t believe they just met today. “Yeah, well… I’ll be his Wilma any day.”
I smile up at him as he stands before me.
“Hey, babe.”
“What is all this?”
“The guys wanted to throw you a party… our way. But I think this is more for them than you.”
There’s a chorus of “happy birthday,” and then the music starts back up. I’m overwhelmed. I just don’t know what to say.
“You must be Toni,” Gage says to my bestie.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the trip.”
He raises a brow at me when she hugs him and kisses his cheek. I wave it off and he shrugs.
“No problem. My girl wanted you here.”
“Shit, Rave. Please want me here more often.”
“Move. Then I won’t need to miss you.”
“Find me a man like him and we have a deal.”
Gage gives her his cocky grin and motions to the room as he pulls me away. “Take your pick.”
Everyone greets me as we pass by. Even some of the Hounds. Ellen kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear.
“Happy birthday.”
“Thanks. Where’s Mikey?”
“In the back, sleeping. That kid can sleep through anything.”
Gage leads me into the corridor and pushes me against the wall. I forget about everything going on in the next room and wrap my arms around his neck as he lowers his head. His lips cover mine as he grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his hips and part my lips for his insistent tongue. I moan at the first taste of him—like peppermint and my favorite dessert. He sucks on my tongue and presses his crotch into mine with a groan.
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