“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 d
ick.
“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.
“Gimme a shot of Jack,” I tell Booker, then turn to E. “Nah. The sister coming back threw her off. They don’t get along.”
“We were all surprised. Didn’t figure we’d see her again.”
“She shoulda stayed gone. I don’t need her messing with Raven’s head.”
“I know. She’s finally starting to act like her old self.”
“Exactly.” I down my shot and tap the bar for another. “She told me she loves me,” I say quietly.
E turns to me with a cocky, I-told-you-so grin. “Oh? And what did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“What the fuck do you mean ‘nothing’?”
I think back to earlier tonight and take a deep breath. She confessed her love and I clammed the fuck up. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. I fucking froze. I wasn’t prepared for it, wasn’t expecting the overwhelming emotion I felt when she said it. I’ve never combined feelings…emotions and women before, and I just didn’t know what to do. “What was I supposed to say?”
“You were supposed to say it back, genius.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not? And don’t even try to tell me you don’t love her. Everybody and their mommas know you do.”
“I don’t know, E. I care for her...a lot. I know I want to be with her. I just don’t know if I’m capable of anything more.”
“Stop being a fucktard. The sooner you accept that you’re in love with her, the better. Just patch her and be done with it. She’s a good woman and if you don’t lock her down, there are plenty of guys who would gladly do it.”
“Guys? What guys?” I look around the room suspiciously. Brother or not, I’ll kill all these motherfuckers if they even think about touching her.
“See what I mean? I’ve never seen you act possessive of a woman. Ever. And the guys? I’m pretty sure if you weren’t in the picture, any one of them would jump at the chance to claim her.”
“Including you?” I raise a brow at him.
“Nah. She’s like a little sister to me. Which is why I’m telling you to step up to the plate. I’ve never seen you this happy, Gage. I’m telling you...hold on to her.”
I’m contemplating his words when Razor plops down next to me and asks for a bottle of Jack. Cassidy walks out behind him and heads over to a corner where some of the Hounds are gathered.
“You still hittin’ that?” I ask Razor.
He takes a swig from the bottle and turns his gaze toward her. “Fuckin’ psycho bitch. I’ve tried to get rid of her a million times, but then she sucks my dick and I forget what I was trying to do.”
“Hey, you knew the bitch was crazy from the jump. I warned you.”
“Yeah. Next time, hit me over the head with your Glock or something.”
E chuckles and says, “Next thing you know, she’ll be your old lady.”
“Fuck that shit. Fucking shoot me in the head if that shit happens.”
We laugh at his distress, but he needs to be careful with her. After the shit she pulled with Nita, she’s capable of anything. On top of that, she seems like the obsessive type. If she’s transferred her obsession from me to him, it would be my fault. I hope I haven’t put my brother in trouble. Hopefully, Razor can handle her better than I did. I shoot the shit with the boys for a bit then grab a beer and head back to my room. I
haven’t had much sleep this past week, and I just want to curl up with my baby.
She’s in bed, reading. Damn, I missed seeing her there. Shit, E might be right. I may be incapable of love, but I know I need her in my life. I leave my beer on the nightstand and take a shower. When I return and climb into bed, she turns off the tablet and moves close to me, turning so I’m spooning her. Fuck, she smells good. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“Gage,” she warns. “Go to sleep.”
I slip my hand under her shirt and seek out her breast. When I touch her nipple, she hisses in pain.
“I’m sorry, babe. You should have told me it hurt.”
“Well, it didn’t hurt at the time.”
“Let me make it better.”
She tries to remove my hand from under her shirt. “Don’t touch it.”
“Can’t do that, doll. I need to touch you.”
She moans as I slide my hand down, reaching between her legs, but she presses her thighs together, hindering my progress.
“Babe.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Just the head.”
She giggles but doesn’t give in. What the fuck has my life come to? I’m practically begging for some pussy from my own woman. This is some bullshit. Nah. Gage Hunter doesn’t strike out.
“Nope,” she says, popping the ‘p’.
“Why?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“I have an app for that.”
She bursts out laughing, releasing her thighs and giving me an opening. I cup her pussy through her panties and groan at the heat coming off her. Slowly, I rub her clit through the material.
“An app, huh? How does it work?”
“First, I bite you here.” I nip at her earlobe and she gasps. Then I trail my nose across her shoulder and drop a gentle kiss on her arm. “I kiss you here.” I slip my hand past the waistband of her panties. My fingers are drowning in her juices. Fuck. “Then I touch you here.”
She moans, opening her legs for me. She’s so wet, so soft, so warm. I’d be the happiest man in the world if the one thing I got to do for the rest of my life is make love to her. Yeah, I said it. No matter how we do it – hard, soft, fast, or slow – we are making love. There’s no way I can compare what’s between us with anything I’ve done with any other woman.
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