He unlocks the door and I hurry inside, pulling my dress up as I hop onto his desk. He drops his cut on a chair and reaches behind him to pull his T-shirt over his head. The only light in the room is coming from the strobe lights downstairs, and the different colors play on his body as he moves toward me. Fuck, he’s hot. My muscles tighten. He steps between my legs and grabs my ass, dragging me forward. I reach for him but he pulls me off the desk and to my feet, promptly turning me around. He grinds his erection on my ass and I moan, pressing back into him.
“Hands up,” he whispers in my ear.
I comply and he slowly removes my dress, allowing the material to caress my skin. Once it’s off, he tosses it aside and retrieves a rubber band from the organizer on his desk. My breathing becomes erratic as he puts my hair in a ponytail. What is he going to do? His fingers glide down my spine, and my back arches as the resulting shiver spreads through me. He kisses his way slowly down my body, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I throw my head back, quivering with need. My clit is pulsating, longing for attention. His fingers curl into my panties and he pulls them slowly down, leaving them around my ankles. As he straightens, he slides his fingers up my legs and thighs, over my hips, and up my sides.
“Gage….”
“Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”
I part them as far as my constraint will allow and brace my palms on the flat surface. He walks around the desk to stand before me, then leans forward and licks my right nipple. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue swirls, feeling it harden beneath his attention. He moves to the left, sucking on it while his fingers tweak the right. Then pain shoots through me. I gasp and look down to see a small binder clip on my right nipple.
“Ow!”
He quirks a concerned brow at me. “Too much?”
I give myself time to adjust and find it’s not so bad. It actually feels pretty good.
“No.”
He clamps the second one on, making me wince. Jesus. I want to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache, but I can’t. Flicking one of the clips with his finger, he draws a helpless whimper out of me.
“Good girl.”
Pain? What pain? Those two words just made it all go away. He stands behind me once more and caresses my ass cheeks, his palms gently kneading my flesh. Oh, God. He’s going to spank me. My body swallows up the knowledge, my pussy juices dripping down my thigh.
“Look.” He grasps my chin and directs my gaze to the crowd below.
They’re all oblivious down there, caught up in a world of music, alcohol, and sex—or the potential of sex. He pushes against me, his warm breath caressing my ear. Goose bumps pepper my skin.
“All those fuckers down there… they want you. They want what’s mine.”
His voice is husky, shaking with barely controlled anger. He flattens his palm on my stomach, then at a snail’s pace, slides it down to cup my pussy. I gasp as he parts my lips with his finger. His other hand moves to my breast, fidgeting with the clip on my nipple. I roll my hips, grinding on his erection as he circles my clit. He presses his lips to my ear, his voice thick and gravelly.
“They can’t have you. I will kill every. Last. Fucking. One of them.”
I’m trembling like it’s below zero in the room. Shuddering breaths overwhelm me, rapid and rampant. What he does to me is unnatural. This can’t be normal, can it? No woman should react this way to a man. His hand leaves my breast and returns to my ass, soliciting a guttural moan.
“Gage….”
The first smack lands on my left cheek. I flinch but don’t cry out. While soothing that cheek, another blow lands on my right.
“You have no clue, Raven. No fucking idea what you do to me.”
His voice is sex itself. It penetrates me on a primal level where only a man and his woman exist. He’s right. I belong to him. He slaps me again and plunges a finger inside me.
“Dios!”
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He places his lips at my ear once more and grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t you ever take my pussy away from me again.” Another finger joins the party, and I lose track of how many times he smacks me as he fucks me with his fingers. “You hear me?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I hear you!” I shout.
“And?”
Fuck. He wants to have a conversation right now? It’s damn near impossible to concentrate on anything. “I won’t leave again.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.”
He removes his fingers and I shiver at the sound of his zipper. Without ceremony, he grabs my hips and slams into me. I cry out and he curls his fingers over my shoulders, keeping me in place as he buries himself deep. When he begins to move, he pulls no punches. He rams into me repeatedly, releasing his frustrations from the past week.
“Gage… Oh, God!”
His hands slide back to my hips and he moves faster, his balls slapping against my mound.
“Chucha madre!”
He grunts and fucks me harder, tugging on my ponytail. Jesus. We haven’t been doing this long but he’s never been this…brutal. This is the part of him he told me about. The part that doesn’t do romance or relationships. This is Reaper. The man you see if you want someone killed or, if you’re a woman, a good fuck. And I fucking love this part of him, too.
“Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me!”
He growls and reaches around to press down on one of the binder clips. Sweet pain pulses through me, and I clench around him. He pushes on my back until I’m lying on the desk and then he really lets me have it. Each thrust jolts me forward, the clips on my nipples connecting with the desk. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain… I don’t know which sensation is stronger.
He reaches around to stroke my clit and pleasure triumphs. I clamp down on him and scream as I come. He grabs my ponytail, tugs me toward him, and rips the clips off my nipples. My body jerks, vibrating in sweet rapture. I collapse against him, unable to hold my own weight. Picking me up, he sets me on the desk and slides his tongue between my lips. I shudder as he licks at my clit. Pushing my legs together, he places them on his shoulder. He slides inside me, but it’s an even tighter fit with my legs like this.
“Jesus, baby.”
I can’t help it. I giggle a little.
“What the fuck is funny?”
“You said ‘Jesus, baby’. I say ‘baby Jesus’. I just thought—”
He goes deep, cutting me off. I gasp, forgetting what I was about to say.
“I’m all for the man upstairs but right now, it’s all about me.” He transfers my right leg to his left shoulder and leans forward. “Your mind, body, and soul should be focused on me.”
I stare into his eyes and all other thoughts flee. The only ones I have are of him. “Yes.”
He starts to move, at a slower pace this time but giving no less pleasure. His thumb circles my clit as he completely withdraws then sinks deep. I groan in frustration every time he pulls out.
“Gage, please….”
“You want me to fuck you, babe?”
“Yes.”
“Or do you want to make love?”
“Fuck me. Please!” I plead.
He bites into his bottom lip then gives me exactly what I asked for. I arch my back, palming my breasts to stop them from bouncing around.
“Don’t,” he barks.
I drop my hands and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself anchored. He grunts and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I know he’s close. I tighten around him the way he likes and he closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure. He moves faster, his thumb rubbing in dizzying circles. I’m moaning so loudly, everyone in the club would probably hear me if it wasn’t for the music.
“Come on. Come for me.”
He pinches my nipple, twisting it as my body goes taut.
“Gage!”
He goes still while my muscles clench around his
dick. Leaning on the desk, he hangs his head, taking deep, calming breaths. Placing my hand over my hammering heart, I attempt to control my own breathing. I giggle, looking up at my feet above his head, shoes still on, panties around my ankles.
“What?”
“My panties.”
He smiles and pulls them off, then gently lowers my legs. I hold him close as he leans forward to kiss me.
“I don’t wanna pull out,” he mumbles against my lips. “Your pussy is my Heaven, Raven… the only one I’ll ever know.”
“Oh, Gage….”
How can he make something dirty sound sweet? How can he get me worked up and turn me to mush at the same time?
“Let’s go home. I want you in my bed.”
He watches as he pulls out of me, a smirk on his lips. I squirm just a little, feeling his cum trickling out.
“I need to clean up.”
“Bathroom’s over there.” He nods to a door on his right. I hurry in then return to see him leaning on his desk, waiting for me. He watches as I get dressed, but he doesn’t return my panties, giving me an evil smile. I’ve got his number.
“I hope you drove… unless you want me on the back of your bike in this dress and no panties.” He loses the smile and hands them to me grudgingly. “Thank you,” I say in a dripping-with-honey voice.
He shrugs into his cut and opens the door for me to precede him. I lean against the wall and watch him as he locks the door. His smile makes my heart do a crazy beat. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath.
“Do I smell musky?” He chuckles.
“You smell like us.”
Resting my chin on his chest, I stare up at him, hoping my feelings aren’t evident in my expression. I love him so much, but I don’t know if he’s ready to hear it. I think he’s getting there, though. He strokes my hair and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. You have me questioning my entire existence. Everything and everyone before you is meaningless. After this past week, I can’t even think about not having you in my life.”
“You’ll never have to. I love you, Gage.”
The words are out before I can stop them. There’s no taking them back now. Not that I would. I love him with a ferocity I never thought possible. There’s no way God would make me fall this deeply in love with a man who wasn’t meant for me. Would He?
Gage’s eyes are locked onto mine. He just stands there, silent and unreadable. What is he thinking? I wish he would say something. Anything. No, scratch that. I want him to reciprocate. I want to hear the words from his lips. I need to know he feels the same way I do. I need him to love me.
He doesn’t say a word.
Nothing.
Nada.
Instead, he grasps the back of my neck and gives me a bruising kiss. I don’t know whether it’s to avoid acknowledging my admission or if it’s supposed to tell me what he’s not able to verbalize. Either way, it’s disappointing. I push on his chest until he releases me then descend the stairs back to the dance floor. After I find Chrissy to let her know I’m leaving, I exit the club, knowing Gage is right behind me. I stop once I’m outside, allowing him to lead the way to his bike. He helps me on and I cling to him as we ride back to the clubhouse.
I don’t know why I’m disappointed. I knew the kind of man he is when I decided to get involved with him. He told me himself he doesn’t “do love.” I guess I was hoping he’d eventually change. I thought he’d changed with the way he’s been acting lately. There’s no mistaking the look in his eyes when we make love. Or is it still just “fucking” to him? Whatever it is, I love seeing how it makes him feel, and I’ll make use of every opportunity to have him display that tiny bit of emotion.
I whisper in his ear as the garage door closes behind us. “I want to fuck you on your bike.”
He twists in the saddle, hooks his arm around my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. I lie back on the gas tank and position my legs so I’m straddling him. Before I’m settled, his fingers are beneath the crotch of my panties and stroking my lips. His hard dick lies on his thigh, pressing into the underside of mine. He dips two fingers inside me and moans his pleasure.
“I’ll never get enough of you, doll.”
“Gage… please,” I beg. I need him inside me.
“Please? You said you wanted to fuck me, babe. I’m waiting.”
He places his hands on my hips and devours me with his eyes. I grab his jeans, rip the button through the hole, and reach inside with one hand while the other drags down his zipper. I pull his monster of a dick out, careful not to hurt him. Enclosing it in a fist, I stroke him slowly. His head falls back and he moans.
“I need help.”
He lifts me while I move my panties to the side and position him at my entrance. As I slide down, I revel in the stretch and slight bit of pain that always comes with him entering me. Fully seated on his lap, I contract my muscles, squeezing him while I coil my arms around his neck.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He smacks my ass then grabs it with both hands, guiding me up and down.
“Tits,” he orders.
With a smile, I pull the neckline of my dress down and release the girls. He licks at a nipple, pulling me down harder on his erection. “Aah!”
I don’t know which hurts more, my sore nipples or him impaling me on his huge dick.
“Raven?” He halts, concern in his voice and written all over his face.
“I’m fine. But I thought I was fucking you?”
“You are. I’m just helping.” He grins.
I reach behind me and grab the handlebars as he makes me ride him. I hope to God we don’t fall off this thing. Me and my bright ideas. It was worth it, though. So fucking worth it.
“Fuck. Now every time I ride, I’m going to see your tits bouncing in front of me.”
I clench around him as tightly as I can. He groans, pressing me into his groin.
“Think about that when these bitches are all over you.”
He lifts me and slams me back down. Pain shoots through my body and my thighs quake.
“Dios!”
“Don’t tell me about bitches when I’m fucking my pussy,” he growls.
“Just make sure they know this is my dick.”
“Always.”
He starts to move me again, but we’re interrupted when a surprised shriek comes from my left. I turn my head and see a fucking ghost.
CHAPTER 20
***Gage***
Well, damn. Lonnie. Never thought I’d see this bitch again. She’s standing there looking like she just walked in on a murder. But she’s not my concern. Raven’s gone tense. Tek walks up behind Lonnie and I quickly pull Raven to me, crushing her to my chest to shield her breasts.
“Sorry, boss,” Tek apologizes hurriedly.
He grabs Lonnie’s hand, drags her away from the door, and closes it. Raven tries to wiggle her way out of my arms.
“Help me down.”
“Where are you going? We’re not done.”
“I’m not in the mood anymore, Gage. Just let me down.”
God knows I don’t want to, but I concede. She fixes her dress and heads inside. With a sigh, I force my dick back into my jeans and follow behind, ignoring everyone as I make a beeline for my room. She’s in the middle of undressing when I enter. I just want to get back inside her, but I tamp down my urges. Something’s wrong. I sit on the bed and pull her onto my lap.
“Talk to me, babe.”
With a deep sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck. I try not to focus on her tits and the fact that she’s sitting on my lap wearing nothing but panties.
“It’s just… seeing her. You know I can’t stand her.”
“You want me to get rid of her, just say the word.”
“What do you mean ‘get rid of her’?” she asks, scrunching her brows together.
“I meant I’d make sure she doesn’t come around. In case
you haven’t noticed, I have some clout around here.”
“Oh. It’ll be fine. I’ll just make sure I stay out of her way.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I’m going to take a shower.”
My dick objects to that plan. She tries to get up, but I keep her firmly on my lap. “Babe.”
“Jesus, Gage. You’re like a fucking rabbit.”
“I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Ugh!”
She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs, pulling my zipper down.
“I don’t want your mouth. I want your pussy.”
“Too bad. You’re not getting my mouth, either,” she replies, reaching into her panties with one hand while the other pulls my dick out of my jeans.
What the fuck? Pulling her hand from her panties, she wraps her fingers around my dick, and slides them up and down. I suck in a breath. Shit is wet with her juices. “Fuck, Raven.”
I watch her jerk me off, her tits bouncing with each stroke. I reach down to get a handful, but she slaps my hand away and doubles her efforts. There’s a distant look on her face, like she’s on autopilot and is just trying to get me off as quickly as she can. I know she’s still thinking about her sister, and if she’s not into it then I’m not going to force her.
“Stop.”
She pauses mid-stroke and stares up at me with a confused frown. “What’s wrong?”
“Your mind is a million miles away, so there’s no point. Go take your shower. I’m gonna get a beer.”
“I’m sorry—”
“You don’t need to apologize, doll. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch her walk away then zip my shit up and head out to the bar. It’s pretty quiet tonight. Some of the guys are playing pool, some are gathered around the video poker and PS3, and the others are smoking joints with half-naked women on their laps. I grab the stool next to E and swipe his shot of whiskey, knocking it back, and then slamming the glass on the bar.
“Trouble in paradise still?” he asks, quirking a brow at me.
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