In the Dark

by Alana Sapphire

  “I hope that’s not what you tell your dates.”

  His expression softens as he smiles and shakes his head.

  “I don’t date. And in fact, I could say that. I always have them coming in no time at all.”

  “Really, now?”

  “Really. You can’t disagree, not after last night.”

  I feel my blush spread across my whole body and all of a sudden, I’m aware of his proximity. And how hot he is. And how good he smells. And that we’re alone in a house with beds, couches, chairs, and all types of flat surfaces. Even a wall would do.

  “You should go.”

  He takes my hand, pulling me into the living room and down on the couch next to him. I shuffle away from him, putting space between us.

  “Lonnie can’t come home and find you here.”

  “Don’t worry about Lonnie. She’s halfway to Florida right now with some of the guys.”

  “Florida?”

  “Yeah. Some business with our Jacksonville charter.”

  “Oh.”

  Florida. I miss home so much. I miss Daddy, Toni, my peaceful life. What I wouldn’t do to get it back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “That’s where I’m from. Just missing home.”

  “Jacksonville?”

  “No. Miami.”

  “Why’d you move here?”

  The tears begin to gather in my eyes and I desperately try to blink them back. He moves closer and curls his arm around my shoulder. All I want to do is bury my face in his neck and cry my eyes out.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  His voice is low and soothing and has me turning toward him as the tears slide down my cheeks.

  “I lived with my dad, but he died four months ago.”

  “I’m sorry, baby doll. Come here.”

  He pulls me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest as he settles into the couch. I can’t control myself. All my feelings just push to the surface and have no other outlet but my tears. Losing Daddy, living with Lonnie. He’s probably rolling in his grave at the way she treats me.

  “I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I lost my mom before you were even born and I still miss her.”

  “Does it get easier?”

  “No, but you learn to deal.”

  I curl my fingers in his jacket and sink into his embrace. He gives me exactly what I need – to be held. I need to feel close to someone else, to feel connected. I’m alone in this world, and right now I feel so removed from it, floating away. I need something, someone solid to tether me.

  “It’s okay. Let it all out.”

  Who would have thought that someone would be Gage Hunter? This man holding me in his arms, soothing me…he makes me want things I shouldn’t. He makes me want to feel things I shouldn’t, want to do things I shouldn’t…he just makes me want. I cry until I have no more tears. I lie on his chest, sniffling until I feel like I don’t even remember why I was crying. He makes me forget. And right now, whatever cologne he’s wearing is doing strange but incredibly good things to me.

  “You smell good.”

  “Thank you. So do you, like apple pie.”

  I giggle softly as I sit up, wiping my cheeks. “Yeah, I need a shower.”

  “Never said I didn’t like it,” he says, brushing at my cheek with his thumb.

  I know I should pull away but I don’t. The consequences are far from my mind as I gaze into his penetrating, blue eyes.

  “Look, the clubhouse is empty. Why don’t I take you there? We could play some pool or table tennis, whatever you want. Cheer you up a bit.”

  “Thanks, but I can’t.”

  “Come on. I don’t bite…much.”

  He winks and gives me that crooked smile and I just want to give in. But I can’t.

  “No one will see you. Half the guys are working and the others are in Florida. It’ll be just you and me.”

  I’m probably more afraid of that than anything else. I don’t trust myself around him.

  “I’ll have you back at a decent time. I promise.”

  “Gage –”

  “We’re going.”

  Fuck. There he goes with that commanding tone again. Why does it always eradicate any kind of will power I have? It’s like I become one of his minions just ready to do his bidding.

  “You’re sure no one’s there?”

  His smile widens because he knows he’s won.

  “Positive. I’ll wait for you here.”

  “Okay.”

  I leave him on the couch and take myself to the bathroom. While in the shower, I start to think about what I’m doing. What if someone sees us? What if Lonnie finds out? I can hold my own in a fair fight, but she tends to retaliate when I’m not expecting it. We sleep in the same house, for God’s sake. I must be some kind of masochist. Why won’t he stay away from me? Why do I feel so drawn to him? I become insanely aware that I’m completely naked and there’s a sex god sitting just a few feet away. Every muscle in my lower region tightens and I groan in frustration. I hurriedly wash the soap from my skin and wrap a towel around my body. I grab a smaller one, drying my hair as I walk to my room.

  I push the door and there he is, sitting on my bed. The small towel falls from my fingers. All I want to do is push him back on that bed and climb on top of him. He prowls toward me, his eyes wandering over my body hungrily, so I pull the towel tighter around me. He bends over, picks up the one on the floor, and slowly rises. I stare at his chest, accepting the towel with trembling fingers. He trails his index finger down my cheek and under my chin, lifting my face toward his. My heart begins to thump in my chest and my breathing gets ragged.

  “Beautiful bird.”

  He moves to stand behind me and slides my hair to the side, baring my neck. My body starts to shake like a leaf in a tornado.

  “I just wanted to see where it all happened.” He leans in, whispering in my ear, “I’ve imagined it a million times. You, kneeling on your bed, making yourself come. Soon, Raven. Soon it will be my hands on your body. I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t remember your own name.”

  ¡Por Dios! I squeeze my thighs together to stop the pulsing between my legs. I know the wetness I feel down there is not from my shower. He isn’t even touching me. And then he does, gently, on my arm where the bruise is.

  “I’m going to find out about this. It’s better if you tell me.”

  “I…”

  “No one should put their hands on you…unless it’s for pleasure.”

  His lips hover above my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my skin. Don’t ask me how anything warm induces a shiver, but it does – through my entire body. He gives me a feather-light kiss and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

  “Hurry, little bird. I’ll be waiting.”

  Little bird. What is it with this man and nicknames? The second he walks off, I lock the door behind him. This is insane. I’m insane. That’s it. I’ve totally lost it. I move around like a robot, berating myself for what I’m about to do, but still all the way excited. As I reach for a pair of black skinny jeans, I wonder if it was subconscious or deliberate that I chose a matching set of lace bra and panties. Or that I applied lotion on every conceivable part of my body, and sprayed perfume in places I normally don’t.

  Is my white and black Hello Kitty crop top too revealing? It just barely covers my breasts…and I am wearing it with low-rider jeans. It’s just a bare stomach, no big deal. I slip on white sandals and sit before my mirror, contemplating what to do with my hair. I quickly blow-dry it and leave it down. I forego makeup and instead put some moisturizer on. When I’m finally done, I take a deep breath and head to the living room.

  Here goes nothing.

  CHAPTER 8

  ***Raven***

  He turns his head toward me as I approach, and then does a double-take. His eyes widen and travel down the length of my body slowly.

  “Fuck. Me.”

  I giggle as I stand before him. It’s good to kn
ow that I can affect him, too. “No, thank you.”

  “No, thank you?”

  He rises from the couch and steps forward until my breasts are touching his chest. And the tables have turned. Every time this man comes near me, it’s like I become an asthmatic.

  “A more appropriate response would be ‘not yet’.”

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should step back, but my body only wants to go in one direction – forward. I peek up at him and he leans in. His lips are so close to mine, I can almost taste them. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he moves to the side and places a soft kiss on my cheek. Disappointed doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel.

  “Let’s go.”

  Taking my hand, he leads me to the front door. He reaches for the doorknob and turns back to me with a frown.

  “What?”

  “Wear this. It’ll be better for my sanity, and your safety.”

  He removes his hoodie and places it around my shoulders. I shove my hands into the sleeves, zip it up, and flip the hood. Good for me, too. Maybe no one will recognize me. I take a deep breath and his scent fills my nostrils. It’s all over the jacket. It surrounds me, closing me in like a cocoon. I wish I could bottle it and keep it under my pillow; that way, I could smell him whenever I wanted to.

  “You okay?”

  “Huh? Oh, yeah. I just…really like your cologne.”

  “Thanks.”

  I lock the door behind us and he takes my hand as we walk down the driveway. His hand is big and warm, and I can’t help the fact that I like the way mine feels in his. I lace my fingers through his and he gives them a little squeeze.

  “Where’s your bike?”

  “No bike tonight. My car is parked down the street.”

  I look ahead and the only car I see is a black Mustang GT with red trim. “That’s yours? The Mustang?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That is one sexy car.”

  “You think so? Watch this.”

  The car starts up and Avenged Sevenfold’s “Hail to the King” breaks the silence of the night.

  “I love A7X,” I tell him.

  “Yeah? Me, too.”

  “M. Shadows is hot.”

  “Is that the only reason you like them?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “No. Their music’s great.”

  “Ever been to one of their concerts?”

  “Nope.”

  “Maybe I’ll take you sometime.”

  Yeah, not happening. I get a better view of the car now that the headlights are on and so are the red neon underbody lights. I release his hand and approach the vehicle, running my fingers across the custom paint job as I walk around it. In fact, everything about it is custom – black on black with red trim, even the rims. On the hood, there’s a decal of the Grim Reaper with red eyes, scythe raised, ready to strike.

  “You like it?”

  “I love it.”

  He opens the passenger door – suicide-style – and I take in the interior. The black and red theme continues with the leather seats and red lighting. I slide inside and he closes the door. As I buckle my seatbelt, I absorb it all. His gear shift knob looks like five, twelve gauge bullets have been hammered into it. Gage, twelve gauge…I get it. The same reaper from the hood sits on the steering wheel and the headrests. I watch him as he climbs in next to me. Yes, this car fits him to a ‘T’. He shifts into gear and we power forward. Seems there were engine modifications, too.

  “You must have spent a fortune on the customization.”

  “Just the parts. My boys did all the work.”

  “Your boys?”

  “Chopper’s Custom Cars. I own it.”

  “Oh. Who’s Chopper?”

  “My dad. I think you met him at the barbecue. He was the one on the grill.”

  “That’s your dad? He was sweet.”

  “Sweet? Ain’t never heard anyone describe Chopper as ‘sweet’.”

  “Well, he was.”

  “Kissin’ on my Tattoos” alerts me of a text message and I pull my phone from my back pocket. It’s Toni.

  T: Thought you wanted to talk?

  R: Can’t right now. Call you tomorrow.

  T: Is it about your hottie bf?

  R: Yes and no.

  “Put away the phone, Raven,” Gage growls.

  I put it on vibrate and stick it into the jacket pocket. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “It’s not Chris.”

  “I don’t care who it is. No interruptions. When you’re with me, no one else exists. Got it?”

  “Whatever, Mr. Bossy.”

  No one else exists. Who does he think he is? He pulls over in front of the local bakery, Sweet Treats, and shifts into park.

  “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  He returns a few minutes later with a plastic bag and hands it to me. I peer inside and see the strawberry cheese pastries I adore.

  “How did you know I like these?” I ask, completely surprised.

  “You were having them yesterday. I made you spill them. Figured I owe you.”

  “Thank you.” I’m even more surprised he noticed. I open the container and dig in. A few pastries later, it hits me that I haven’t offered him any. “Would you like some?”

  He gives me the crooked smile.

  “Only if you feed me.”

  “Fat chance.”

  “Feed me.”

  I have one at his lips before I even know what’s happening. He bites into it and I wait for him to swallow before I offer the other half. He takes it and leans forward, sucking the sugar from my index finger. I swallow hard as that now familiar tingle runs through my body.

  “Mmm…they’re good.”

  He jams on the brakes and I’m hurtled forward, then pulled back by the seatbelt.

  “Jesus! What is it?”

  “Fuck.”

  I follow his gaze and see six men on motorcycles parked in front of the clubhouse. They don’t look like Dealers.

  “Push the seat back and lie flat. Don’t get up until I tell you to, understand?”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Just do it.”

  Fear takes over and I recline the seat and lie back, watching him. He continues slowly for about a minute, and then he comes to a stop again.

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  He gets out but leaves the car running. I listen carefully, waiting for just a hint of the situation going south. I pull out my phone, ready to dial nine-one-one if it does. What am I saying? It would all be over by the time the cops got here.

  “A little late for a house call, isn’t it, fellas?” Gage says.

  “If it isn’t the Reaper himself.”

  Mexicans. There’s no confusing our accent.

  “What can I do for you, jefe?”

  “This is business, couldn’t wait until tomorrow, ese.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “One of our shipments was jacked today. We got another one in two days, and we’re looking for some extra security.”

  “I see.”

  “I’ll give you fifty up front, another fifty when it gets to its destination.”

  “I can do that. I’ll need specifics…transport vehicles, how many guys you got, routes.”

  “Get with Pedro in the morning and he’ll give you everything you need.”

  “Cool.”

  The bikes start up and as soon as they sound far enough away, I sit up. I watch him in the car’s headlights, wondering what kind of illegal exchange I just heard. He climbs in, presses a button on a remote, and the gates of the clubhouse open.

  “Security? I thought you customized cars.”

  “I also own ‘12 Gauge Security’. I’m an entrepreneur, Miss Alvarez. I have my hand in many ventures.”

  “I see. What else?”

  “I also have a nightclub, and the MC owns the auto parts shop on Main Street, and a strip club outside of town.”

  “The one where Lonnie works
?”

  “Yeah.”

  He parks in a garage and we enter the building through what looks like a private entrance. I don’t know what I expected, but I’m pleasantly surprised by what I see. It looks like a laid-back sports bar. There’s a pool table in the middle of the room, a pinball machine in one corner, and a video poker machine in another. There are several flat-screen TVs hanging on the walls and there’s a DJ booth next to the bar. The club logo is on the wall behind the bar. A motorcycle muffler hangs beneath it with the inscription ‘Death before disloyalty’. The rest of the wall is decorated with pictures of members, and Harley paraphernalia.

  “Wow.”

  “Cool, huh?”

  “It’s awesome.”

  “You want something to drink?”

  “Water, please.” I remove the hoodie and place it on the couch, before walking around and taking a closer look. It’s also surprisingly clean.

  “So, what do you wanna do?”

  You. Ugh. I take a big sip of my water. Hopefully it will quench this thirst.

  “I don’t know. This was your idea.”

  “Pool?”

  “Okay.”

  He hands me a cue and racks up the balls, while I chalk the tip. “You break.”

  “Sure thing, baby doll.”

  He breaks, and balls go rolling in all directions. Two drop into the corner pockets, a solid and a stripe.

  “Solids.” He grins at me.

  He moves around the table to where I’m standing, leaning over to take a shot. That’s when I see the gun handle sticking out of the back of his jeans.

  “Is that a Glock seventeen?”

  No doubt surprised, he scratches and turns toward me.

  “Yeah, how’d you know?”

  “My dad was a cop. He taught me a few things. Gen four?”

  “Yeah.”

  He removes it from his waist and hands it to me. “I love the new grip.” I release the magazine, check the chamber and point it right between his eyes. He grins, awe apparent in the blue orbs.

  “Damn. You just might be the perfect woman.”

  “Yeah? If you think so now, wait ‘til you see me shoot.”

  I pull the trigger and he grabs my wrist, pulling me against him. I lean into him, shivering as he slides his hands around my waist.