“And you’re my Kryptonite.”
Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, moaning when I part them. The hand in my hair slides down my cheek, shoulder, and sternum to massage my breast. He doesn’t linger. Popping the button on my shorts, he slips his hand inside and beneath my panties. As he finds my clit, I moan into his mouth. Pretty soon, clothes start flying everywhere. He breaks away just long enough to turn the shower on and pull me inside. After positioning me under the spray of the shower, he watches as the water runs down my body. I lick my lips as he grabs his hard dick and starts stroking. He steps closer, sliding his dick between my lips then pressing it down on my clit.
“Gage….”
He moves faster, circling my clit with the head of his dick. I grab his shoulders, barely able to keep standing.
“Please. I need you.”
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me off the floor. As soon as he slides inside me, I wrap my legs around him. I clench my muscles, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. He groans, digging his fingers into my hips.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Why?”
I pull back, meeting his confused stare with one of my own. “Why not? You’re Prince Charming.”
“Ellen told me once I could be your Prince Charming. I haven’t been and I’ll never be.”
“You’ve been looking out for me basically since the day we met. You were there for me when I had no one else… helped me through the most difficult period in my life so far. You’re everything I could ever want. No, you don’t subscribe to the fairy tale version. That doesn’t mean you aren’t someone’s interpretation of him. Every woman has her own ideas of who or what he is for her. You… you’re mine. You’re my Prince Charming.”
He grabs the back of my head and smashes my lips into his. I begin to move, sliding up and down on his erection.
“Fuck, Raven!” He slams the side of his fist into the wall.
I move faster, bouncing on his dick, taking my pleasure from him. He relinquishes control, staring into my eyes as our slick bodies slide against each other. My breathing is ragged and my heart is thumping in my chest, ready to burst free. That’s when I make the decision. It may be impetuous, but I don’t care.
“Do it, Gage. Put a baby in me.”
I feel a deep and unbreakable bond between us, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess murder will do that. He not only facilitated it but watched, and cleaned up after me. He called me Lady Reaper before it happened but I lived up to the name. Now, I’m truly his.
Gage grits his teeth, turns around so his back is to the shower, and slides his hand up my back to grasp my neck. Grabbing my hip with one hand, the other pulls me back by my neck so I’m horizontal. His other hand snakes around my waist, keeping me in place.
“Hang on tight, doll.”
I get a better grip on his hips then he starts to move. His hand on my neck slides to the front, gently squeezing. The closer I get to my orgasm, the tighter his hold on my neck becomes. He’s thrusting into me at the right speed, the right angle, hitting the right spot. I feel my orgasm creeping up and clamp down on him. He speeds up, squeezing my neck harder as my pussy begins to spasm.
“Gage!”
¡Dios mio! I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm this intense. He slowly releases his hold, grinding against me. Before I stop shaking, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me. He pulls me back up, pressing me into the wall, his breathing heavy. I cradle his face, kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. He nips my bottom lip then lets me down, smacking my ass.
By the time we finish our shower, I hear music coming from the bar. The guys are back. Gage gets dressed before I do and heads out there. When I join the party, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” is playing. Chrissy is already here and dancing in the middle of the room. Gage is in a corner, pointing something out on a sheet of paper to a man I’ve never seen before. Leaving him to his business, I head over to Chrissy. After a while, Ron approaches, wedging himself between us. Chrissy grinds on him from the front, me from the back. Not too long after, a hand slides around my waist and drags me away. I smile up at Gage and start grinding on him instead.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Joe. My tattoo guy.”
“You’re getting a new tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
He makes some kind of hand signal and Dr. E approaches with the blue gift box from the closet, handing it to Gage.
“This is for you.”
“It’s been in the closet for months. You’re telling me it was mine all along?”
“Open it,” he urges.
I sit on the couch and pull the ribbon off then flip the lid. After pushing back the tissue paper, I’m met with leather. I slap my hand over my mouth in shock and snap my gaze to Gage. All I can see are the rockers and the club logo, but it says “Property of Reaper.” I snatch it out of the box and jump to my feet with a scream. It’s a cut. A property cut. For me. He takes it and helps me into it as his brothers cheer and whistle. I think I hear Chrissy scream, too.
“You want me to be your old lady? You’re claiming me?”
“You’ve always been my old lady, Raven. You claimed me the moment I met you.”
He catches me as I jump into his arms, raining down kisses on his face. He laughs, squeezing me tightly.
“How long have you had this?” I can’t believe he’s had me suffering all this time when all he had to do was pull the box out of the closet.
“It was supposed to be your birthday present. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to give it to you.”
“The tattoo guy… is he going to put me on your back?” I ask eagerly.
“He’s going to put us on my back. The last picture you drew of us.”
“You’re using one of my drawings?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
“Then I want it, too. I want your ink.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
Aunt Nita, Chopper, and Ellen show up out of nowhere and hug me one by one.
“Now you’re truly one of us,” Ellen whispers in my ear.
Gage makes another hand signal. Allah stops the music, grabs the mic, and announces, “This one is for our prez and his first lady.”
When Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Pride and Joy” comes on, Gage takes my hand, twirls me around, then tugs me into his arms. I stare up at him in utter shock.
“I thought you didn’t dance?”
“Didn’t say I couldn’t.”
I’m in absolute Heaven as he dances me around the room. How has he hidden this from me for so long? We could have been dancing up a storm! As the song winds down, he pulls me close and stares into my eyes. Allah launches into another song—“#Beautiful” by Mariah Carey and Miguel. I have to blink and shake my head to make sure I’m seeing right, because Gage begins to mouth Miguel’s verse to me. He swipes a tear from my cheek and I realize I’m crying. This is way more than his usual brand of sweet. I don’t know if I can handle this level.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask, wondering if my heart can take anything else tonight.
“I love you.”
“What?” I exclaim. Did he just say what I think he said?
“You heard me. I love you, Raven Selena Alvarez.”
That’s it. I’m done. Down for the count. He loves me. Not only that, but he said it.
“Why?” I ask, even after hearing the three words I’ve longed for. He said he doesn’t know what love is. What’s changed?
“Why not? You’re Princess Charming,” he smirks.
“Be serious.”
He chuckles as I smack him on the chest but it’s short-lived. The mirth disappears from his face and he cups my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“Because… you fit. You dove into my life head first, into a world you knew nothing about. You accepted me. All of me. No judgment. You just…” he sha
kes his head in disbelief. “Loved me. Even when I thought I didn’t know what love was. You’ve opened my eyes to a future I never thought possible… and I can’t wait to share it with you.”
“Oh, Gage…” I sniffle, trying to hold back my tears. Impossible, I know, but I think I just fell a little more in love with him. I definitely hope I see more of this side of him. He leans in and kisses my lips gently, before his hand slithers across my thigh and squeezes my mound through my jeans.
“Your tight pussy didn’t hurt either,” he whispers.
Yeah. There’s the Gage I know. Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him down so his forehead rests on mine.
“Gage Harley Hunter… I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
***Raven***
“Are you pregnant yet?”
I roll my eyes, and Ellen snickers. “No, Chopper. Not since you asked yesterday.”
His brows furrow in concern. “Maybe we should get you two checked out, see if everything’s okay.”
“Jesus, Pop,” Gage grumbles as he walks into the bar. “Give us a break.”
He drops down next to me on the couch and snatches Mikey off my lap.
“It’s been three months,” Chopper persists. “I knocked up your mother in the first month.”
“Everyone’s different,” I explain. “It’s just taking a little longer for us.”
Ellen removes herself from the situation, going to sit next to Dr. E at the bar. Traitor.
“I still say you should get checked out. How often have you been having sex?”
“¡Dios!”
“Pop.” Gage gives him a warning glare, but he doesn’t back down.
“I need some more grandbabies. Make it happen, boy.”
After issuing that order, he takes Mikey and leaves us alone. Gage sighs and curls his arm around my shoulder.
“Still love me?”
“More than ever,” I answer.
“Even with my crazy-ass family?”
“I love them, too.”
He takes my hand, pulls something from his pocket and begins fiddling with my charm bracelet. When he’s done, I see he’s added a new charm—a heart.
“Love you, babe.”
He’s still not comfortable saying it, but he shows me every day by doing small things like this. It only makes me fall impossibly deeper in love with him. “I love you, too.”
He leans in and trails his nose along my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and I seriously want to drag him back to his room, even though we made love before we came here. We moved into the house two months ago and have definitely been utilizing the sex room, despite what Chopper thinks. I have to say, my life has been pretty awesome. I’ve enrolled in an online art program and it’s going great. Lonnie moved back to Miami and we exchange texts every now and again. Our relationship isn’t mended but we’re working on it. Things with Laurelyn are much better, too. I still think about Deena, what she did to me… what I did to her. I still don’t regret it but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t affected me. Gage is an immense help in that regard. I mean, he is the Grim Reaper.
Ace was pissed beyond words about his guys. Even without my testimony, we had the surveillance video from the mall so that pacified him a bit. Gage handed over the men’s bodies to him and they ended up making some kind of business deal he won’t tell me about. I’d bet the Dealers are getting the better end of it though.
“Do you have to go to Miami?” Gage grumbles.
“I promised Dani I would.”
“Have them come here. The house is big enough.”
He slides his hand up my leg, making me giggle as he licks my neck. “It’s just a week, fiend. You’ll survive.”
“No, I won’t.”
He blows in my ear as his hand moves farther up my leg, and I lose it. I grab his hand and drag him to the bedroom.
“Now who’s the fiend?” he teases.
“Shut up. The only thing I want to hear from you right now is how good I taste.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.
I throw the door open and freeze in my tracks. The room is covered in rose petals, candles flickering on every surface. What the fuck? I step inside, looking around in shocked curiosity.
“What’s going—?”
I turn around and the sight before me makes me forget the rest of what I was going to ask. Gage is on one knee, presenting me with a diamond ring glistening from a jewelry box. I begin to hyperventilate, pressing my hand to my sternum.
“Marry me,” he says simply. No speech, no professions of love, not even a question, really.
I approach him carefully, watching as he removes the ring from the box. He takes my hand, slips it on, and smiles up at me.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“You want me to marry you?”
The sarcastic asshole looks around the room then back to me with a raised brow. I smack his hand away as he stands, but he tugs me into his arms.
“I already claimed you. You’re mine, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I know this kind of stuff is important to you, so yeah, I want to marry you. Be my wife, Raven.”
“Oh, Gage. I love you so much.”
“Love you, too, baby doll. Now,” he smirks. “You gonna be my permanent Hound or not?”
I try to smack him upside the head but he grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. Sometimes, I wonder why I love this man, but I do… with my heart and soul.
“Say yes, babe.”
“Yes. I’ll marry you… fuck boy.”
I slip from his grasp, laughing as I back away. He grins, stalking toward me.
“I told you what I would do if you ever called me that again,” he warns me.
I shriek, giggling as he lunges at me. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on the bed and I’m lying across his lap. He lifts my skirt and I moan as his palm connects with my ass.
“I was counting on it.”
Deceive (verb)
– Deliberately cause (someone) to believe something that is not true, especially for personal gain.
Synonyms – trick, dupe, mislead
CHAPTER 1
***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 t
o 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.
“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.
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