“Oh, God. I’m coming!”
“Come for me, Raven. Come.”
It wasn’t a command. He didn’t even use the voice, but somehow it has the same effect. I come, screaming and convulsing beneath him.
“Gage!”
Finally, he picks up his pace, slamming into my shaking body.
“Raven!”
His hips still but his body shivers with his orgasm. He collapses on top of me, breathing out of control. Once it’s steadied, he lies next to me, pulling me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest. We lie there, me twirling the hairs of his treasure trail, him gliding his fingers up and down my arm.
“I love you, Gage.”
“I love you, Raven.”
“Forever?”
“Beyond fucking forever, baby doll.”
***Raven***
“Bullet.”
“No.”
“Walther.”
“What? ‘PPK’ for a middle name? I am not naming our child after guns.” He opens his mouth to speak, and I quickly add, “Or gun-related accessories. No bikes, either.”
“Shit, babe. That doesn’t leave much.”
“One Harley in the family is enough, thank you very much.”
“Stop making fun of my name, Salinas.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring his reference to the Selena movie, and his horrible attempt at the accent. I so regret making him watch it with me.
“There are millions to choose from. Why do you want our kid to be the one with the weird name?”
“Yeah… millions, but none of them unique.”
“Forget it, Gage.” I hop out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
“Hey, this is my son.”
“Our son. And why are you so sure it’s a boy?”
“I just know it. A little Reaper is gonna pop out and instantly ask for a Harley.”
I giggle as he walks up behind me.
“And be the youngest prospect ever, right?”
“Exactly.”
My smile fades as I turn to him. “What about Emilio?”
He stops in the middle of brushing his teeth, and faces me. “After your dad.”
“Yeah. I was thinking for a middle name.”
“Of course, doll.” He strokes my cheek. “Whatever you want.”
“Thanks.”
We finish up, then dive right back into bed. He pulls me close and I lay my head on his chest. I’ve been Mrs. Gage Hunter for sixteen hours, and I’m a little embarrassed to say we’ve been having sex for the majority of that time. We leave for our honeymoon tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure it’s the only activity we’ll be indulging in.
“Using your dad’s name is a good idea. If… if it’s a girl, we’re naming her after my mom, Corrine.”
“Okay. You think my dad and your mom are somewhere watching over us?”
“Shit. As much as we fuck? I hope not.”
I smack his chest. “Perv.”
He chuckles, changing position so we’re on our sides, facing each other. I lay my palm on his cheek, staring into his sapphire eyes.
“I do, Raven. I think… I think she had him lead you to me. It’s the only reason I can think of why our paths crossed. She knew you were meant for me.”
“Oh, Gage….”
“He probably put up a hell of a fight, though. I can’t imagine I’m what he envisioned for you.”
“Yeah.” I smile. “Probably.”
“Thank God Mom’s a persuasive woman.”
“Yeah. Thank God.” I press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you, Gage.”
“I know.” He smirks.
“Whatever.”
I return my head to his chest, baby names swirling around my brain. I’m only six weeks in, but the way Gage acts, you’d think I’m about to give birth at any moment.
“What about Gavin?” I ask. “That’s both our names together.”
“No. My son should have a name that strikes fear into the hearts of men at the mere sound of it.”
“What?” I burst out laughing.
“You heard me. Who the fuck would fear ‘Gavin’?”
“Zeus? Thor?” I roll over, unable to contain my laughter.
“Not those… but something like that.” He grabs my waist, pulling me back to him. “Stop laughing!”
“Why? What you gonna do about it?”
“You know, the usual. Stick my dick down your throat.”
“Okay, okay. What about…” I rattle a few more names around in my mind. “Apollo?”
“Apollo. Hmm…” He stares up at the ceiling, contemplating it.
“Or Chaos… If we’re sticking to Greek mythology.”
“Chaos?” He raises a brow.
“Chaos is like… the first thing to exist… the great void that gave birth to the universe.”
“Chaos,” he sounds out the word, nodding. “I like it. Great for a first born.”
“Chaos: Borne of Rage. That sounds badass.”
“Totally badass, babe.” His arm tightens around my waist.
“Chaos Emilio Gage Hunter.”
He looks down at me, a grin spreading across his lips.
“I love it.”
“Me, too. What about a girl name? Do we need a fear-inducing one for our daughter?” I ask as I lay my head on his chest again.
“Nah. Her father’s name will do that.”
“Fuck. Now I’m praying for a boy. Our poor daughter would be a virgin spinster.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Dick.” I roll my eyes.
“Yeah. She won’t be getting any.”
Laughing, I raise my face to his. “Like any child of yours will be celibate.”
“Me? It takes two, baby doll. I wouldn’t advise it, but you can always say no.”
“I remember trying that once… said I wasn’t in the mood. You told me you had an app to fix it.”
“Yup. Developed it myself.”
“And I’m pretty certain it’s gotten a few updates since then.”
“That’s the thing with technology. It’s always evolving.”
“It’s a wonderful thing. It certainly means life with you will never be boring.”
“You know it.”
Sliding my leg over him, I straddle his hips, sitting directly on his crotch. His fingers glide up my thighs, coming to rest on my hips. With a toss of my head, I flip my hair over my left shoulder.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Am I?”
“I’d tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but… you’re the only one I see, babe. You’re the most beautiful woman in my world.”
“Gage…” I touch my fingertips to his cheek as tears begin to well in my eyes. I don’t know how it’s possible for him to touch my heart like this every, single day. He proves to me that love is infinite. There’s no such thing as loving someone too much. You either fall out of love or you fall deeper. With Gage, I’m free falling without a care. The best part is, he makes me feel like he’s right there with me. He’s my be all and end all. I never want to know the alternative of not having him in my life.
“Hailey,” he says.
“Huh?”
“Hailey,” he repeats. “It’s close to, but not quite ‘Harley’.” My confused frown gives way to a grin. “Hailey Corrine Selena Hunter.”
“I think we’ve got it.”
“We’re pretty good at this baby naming thing,” he says with a smug grin. “The others should be a cinch.”
“Others?”
“Of course. You didn’t think we’d stop at one, did you?”
“Let’s just get through this one before we even start thinking of more.”
He begins slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt I’m wearing, licking his lips as my breasts are exposed.
“Looks like it’s time for another upgrade on that app. A few tweaks and fixes here and there should
remedy that… help your thought process.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re something else, Mr. Hunter.”
“And you love me, Mrs. Hunter.”
“I do,” I reply, tossing the shirt on the floor. “Now, let’s start practicing for baby number two.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I know.” I lean forward, gently placing my lips on his. “I know.”
Note From Alana
I know when you got to the end of “Tempted”, I was your least favorite person. Whether I made up for that in “Claimed” or not, this is for all the readers who stuck with me to the end of Gage and Raven’s story. Their journey was always destined to go the way it did. I tried to change it but the words just wouldn’t come. Now that their story is complete, I can play with it a bit. I asked myself “what would have happened if that fated night had been different?” Well, here is the answer!
Envisage (verb)
– Form a mental picture of (something not yet existing or known).
Synonyms – picture, imagine, visualize
We pick up from Gage’s house, where Ellen is helping him get ready for Raven’s birthday party. He’s been calling Raven, getting increasingly angry because she’s not picking up.
***Gage***
“Raven, pick up the fucking phone. Call me back.”
“Gage, calm down,” Ellen says.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! This isn’t like her.”
“I just left her a few hours ago. You don’t know how women are. We take forever to get ready.”
“Not Raven.” I sit on the bed, tapping my foot until I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck this shit. I’m going over there.”
My phone rings and I think finally as her name flashes on the screen.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I demand.
“Don’t you growl at me, Mr. Grouchy. I’ve been getting ready.”
“On what planet that doesn’t get cell reception?”
“The one where growly men don’t get the sex they’ve been waiting three months for,” she replies, her voice devoid of humor.
Fuck.
“Are you ready?” I ask, not wanting to upset her. There’s no way I’m not getting inside her tonight. Ellen giggles behind me.
“Almost. I will be by the time you get here.”
“Fine. I’ll see you in a few.”
“’Kay.”
“You are so whipped,” Ellen says through her laughter.
“Fuck off, sis.”
She laughs even harder. “I don’t even want to see what you’ll be like in the morning. She’ll be leading you around on a leash!” She grabs her stomach, leaning forward.
I glare at her, and she tries to compose herself. After managing to calm down to short bursts of giggles, she begins fixing my tie. A leash. Fuck that. Ain’t no woman putting Gage Hunter on a fucking leash. After tonight, she’ll be the one following me around like a love-sick puppy. I smirk to myself, imagining the night ahead. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this day, and it’s finally here. Tonight, I really make her mine.
“There,” Ellen taps my chest. “Prince Charming in the flesh.”
“Thanks, sis… for everything.”
“My pleasure.” She slides her palm up to my cheek. “I just want you to be happy, and it’s obvious Raven makes you happy.”
I kiss her forehead, and then we make our way downstairs.
“I’ll see you at the club,” Ellen calls over her shoulder as she leaves. “The flowers are on the table. And open her doors!”
Fuck me. I’m not a hopeless cause. Raven might think I’m a Neanderthal but I’m not. I’ve just never met anyone who was worth the effort. Not until her. With a deep breath, I grab the flowers, and head out.
***Raven***
I practically run to the door when I hear the knock. I’ve been ready for a while… since I called him. I just didn’t want to seem too eager. Stopping at the door, I take a deep breath, and compose myself. When I open it, my heart catapults itself into my throat. Ho-ly fuck! I thought he was hot before, but in a suit? Molten lava. Sex god, level infinity. Fuck. Me. As I take in every inch of the man before me, he does the same, staring at me in wide-eyed awe.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
“I second that sentiment.”
“You look… absolutely beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I slide my palms down the front of my dress. Ellen did a great job. I totally would have picked it out myself. It’s the perfect shade of blue, and shows the right amount of skin—legs, breasts, back, and the curves of my waist. “You’re very handsome. Combed hair and all.”
He smiles, handing me a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Roses. From Mr. I-Don’t-Do-Romance. Baby Jesus. This is already the best birthday ever.
“I can clean up pretty well.”
“I see that. Let me put these in some water then we can go.”
I quickly find a vase, then hurry back to him, anxious to get this night underway. After what happened last night, I know tonight will be absolutely incredible.
“Ready, babe?”
“Yup,” I reply, grabbing my clutch.
After I lock the door behind us, he offers me his arm like a true gentleman. With a giddy smile, I slip my hand through the crook of his. He leads me to the Bimmer, opening my door so I can slide in. Watching him as he walks to the driver’s side, I can’t get over how beautiful he is.
“I know I already told you but you look amazing, Gage,” I tell him when he joins me.
“Good. Because all of this”—he sweeps his hand over his body—“I did for you.”
“I love it. Can’t wait to get you out of it, though.”
“Funny. I thought the same thing when you opened the door.”
Fuck. “Can we just skip the party and go back to your place?”
“Don’t tempt me, doll. We’re doing this right. I have a few surprises for you.”
“What surprises?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
“You’ll see.”
With that cryptic statement, he laces his fingers through mine, and pulls out of the driveway. Ever so often, he squeezes my fingers, and tosses a smile my way. This Gage is strange to me. It’s not just his appearance, but his whole demeanor. He hasn’t said one dirty thing to me, and he’s being so quiet. I figured I’d be hearing about all the things he’s going to do to me tonight. Regardless, I have to admit, I like this side of him, too.
We arrive at Scythe, and he opens my door. Before we head inside, he taps out something on his phone, and then offers me his arm. The club is pitch black when we walk in. I prepare for everyone to shout “Surprise!”, even though I knew the party was happening. Instead, the lights come on gradually, revealing a scene straight out of a storybook. Blue. Everywhere. Blue streamers, blue balloons, blue center pieces on the tables. To our right, there’s an area set up for taking pictures beneath a balloon arch of an eighth note. On top, there’s a banner that reads “Class of 2015.” Oh. My. God. A prom themed party! Everyone is dressed up in gowns and tuxes. All these big, bad bikers dressed up in tuxes for me. I turn to Gage, tears pooling in my eyes.
“You did this for me?”
“I thought you might like it. Ellen did all the work, though.”
“Gage… I love it!”
“Don’t cry.” He swipes a tear from my cheek. “We have pictures to take.”
He leads me over to the arch, where Tek is set up with a camera. Gage pulls me against him, my back to his front, and slides his hands around my waist. A shiver runs down my spine as his palms glide over my exposed sides. Apparently he notices, because he leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“Just a few more hours, babe.”
“I can’t wait,” I whisper, turning my head to gaze up at him.
Leaning in, he gently presses his lips to mine. The flash of the camera goes off, startling us apart. I turn to Tek with a smile. I need a copy of that picture! After a few m
ore, we make our way onto the main dancefloor. Chrissy and Toni run to me, bouncing with excitement.
“Happy birthday, Ray!” Chrissy squeals, pulling me in to a tight embrace.
“Thanks, boo.”
She gives Gage a knowing smile, then bumps my shoulder with hers.
“I need all the details,” she whispers before moving aside.
Toni wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek. “Happy birthday, my love. Hope it’s everything you wished for.”
Glancing over at Gage, I smile to myself. I have everything I need. “Thanks, hon.”
The next couple of hours pass by in a blur of birthday wishes, cake, food, and dancing. This is the best birthday ever! In the middle of a conversation with Aunt Nita and Ellen, Chopper pulls me away, leading me to the dancefloor.
“Having a good time?” he asks.
“The best! I can’t believe everyone did this for me.”
“Why not? You’re one of us now.”
“Not really. It’s not like I’m Gage’s old lady or anything.”
He throws his head back, laughing. “Don’t worry about that, lil darlin’. You’re family.”
“Thanks, Chopper.”
I rest my cheek to his chest, and we rock to the music until a voice interrupts us.
“Can I cut in, Pop?”
I turn to Gage in shock. Did I just hear right? Is Mr. I-Don’t-Dance actually going to dance with me? Chopper steps back, and Gage takes my hand, pulling me close.
“I thought you didn’t dance?”
“It’s a special night. I decided to make an exception.”
Deciding not to question it further, I lean in to him, breathing in his scent. He lazily trails his fingertips up and down my back, making me squirm.
“Need something?” he asks, humor in his voice.
“Yes. You.”
“Well—”
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