RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (48 page)

***Raven***

He’s back. I’ve been lying here, dying of anticipation, and
wondering where the hell he went. My body started shivering the moment he
opened the door. He moves to my side of the bed and places something on the
nightstand. Ice cream.
He got me all worked up and then left for that?
Motherfucker. I should roll over and go to sleep.

“Now, where were we?” he asks.

“You tell me. You’re the one who had a sudden craving for
ice cream.”

He smiles. Not the cocky, crooked one he always gives me,
but a genuine smile. It lights up his face and he looks even more beautiful
than he ever has. I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe that Gage Hunter,
pussy magnet extraordinaire, wants
me
. Who would have thought this is
the man I would give my heart to? Certainly not me. Sometimes, life throws an
obstacle at you, not to stop your journey, but to set you on the right path.
Everything that has happened to me has led me here—where I’m meant to be.

He scoops a spoonful from the container, places it in his
mouth, and presses his cool lips to mine. I part them and his tongue slides in,
delivering the ice cream along with it. I swallow, sucking on his tongue while
I slide my fingers through his hair. He tastes better than anything Ben and
Jerry’s could come up with. His hand trails gently up my stomach and he
massages my breast, carefully avoiding my nipple. He takes over our kiss,
brutally tasting my mouth. My lips rejoice in the bruising force and I pull him
closer to me, matching his vigor. His hand leaves my breast and cups my pussy.
A finger slides inside me as the heel of his palm massages my clit. I moan into
his mouth, raising my hips off the bed. He breaks the kiss and stares down at
me, eyes blazing, breathing ragged.

“The only thing I have a craving for is
you
.”

He grabs the hem of my T-shirt and I sit up so he can pull
it off. Tossing it behind him, he picks up the tub, his eyes never leaving
mine.

“Now, spread those juicy thighs for me, Raven. I’m going to
lick this ice cream off your clit.”

Every part of my body tightens. I swear this man turns me on
right down to my DNA. I spread my thighs wide, watching him as he kicks off his
jeans. Licking my lips in anticipation, I let my gaze wander over his
magnificent form. God surely made no mistakes with him. He was designed for a
woman’s pleasure—aesthetically, and as I linger on his hard dick—otherwise. His
beauty aside, he’s the kind of man who commands attention. When he walks into a
room, everyone’s head turns—women
and
men because his demeanor demands
respect. And guess what? He’s mine.

He lies face down between my legs and drops a gentle kiss on
my clit. I close my eyes and prepare for the cold. When it comes, I inhale
sharply. He places it on my mound, just above my clit. It stings, but in a good
way. A warm, gentle breeze caresses me as he blows on my pussy slowly, from
bottom to top. A shiver bolts up my spine and I whimper.

The ice cream begins to melt, trickling down the side and
over my clit. He licks at me the way he would an ice cream cone—a long stroke
with the flat of his tongue. Sweet baby Jesus. My thighs tremble and my hips
rise up off the bed. The molten treat flows down between my outer and inner
lips and is quickly lapped at with the tip of his tongue. It’s melting faster
now. He wraps his arms around my thighs and anchors me to the bed. It trickles
in different directions but he expertly catches it all. He licks, slurps, and
sucks at my mound, lips, and clit, driving me closer and closer to insanity. I
cry out, writhing as my orgasm approaches.

“You gonna come for me, babe?”

“Yes!”

His hands slide up my stomach and cup both breasts,
massaging them as he focuses on my clit. He shows no mercy, flicking that
hurricane tongue against my sensitive flesh.

“
Now
, Raven.”

Oh, holy fuck. He knows what that voice does to me. Pair it
with him sucking on my clit and I have no choice but to obey. My body jerks and
I trap his head between my thighs as my orgasm rips through me.

“Gage!”

He pries my legs open and slithers up my still-shaking body,
dropping gentle kisses on my stomach and sides. My breasts are next, showered
with feather-light kisses. He carefully licks my nipple, and though it still
hurts, I pull him to me, urging him to suck. When he pulls it into his mouth, I
fight the compulsion to cry out. It hurts like a bitch but I don’t want him to
stop. I have the same craving for him. He drizzles some of the partially molten
ice cream on my nipple and the cold soothes the burn. As it begins to trickle
down, he sucks my nipple and much of my areola into his mouth, swirling his
tongue. I grab his shoulders as my body trembles from the pleasure-pain combo.
He switches sides, doing the same to my other breast before reaching down to
slide two fingers inside me. With a moan, he moves up to my neck, sucking on my
skin. I wrap my arms around him, dragging my nails down his back.

“Gage….”

He lifts his head and stares into my eyes with an intensity
I haven’t seen before.

“Say it, Raven.”

“It,” I reply with a giggle.

I know what he wants but I confessed my love for him and he hasn’t
said a word. Why should I say it again?

“You know what I mean. I want to hear the words, doll.”

He twists his fingers inside me, pressing down on my clit
with his thumb. I grab his shoulders, staring into his eyes as his fingers do a
slow dance—in, out, around, and around. He coaxes a whimper from me because
this is excruciating. It’s sheer torture playing with me like this. It’s just
enough to keep me aroused but not enough to get me off.

“Please,” he begs.

I slide my hands up his neck and cradle his face. The look
in his eyes is my undoing. He may not be ready to say it but he’s ready to hear
it. I’ll give him what he wants.

“I love you.”

He heaves a sigh of relief and closes his eyes, soaking up
my words. When he finally opens them, he stares into mine apprehensively.
Say
it
, I urge him silently.
Say
it
. Instead, he removes his
fingers and enters me in one fluid motion. I throw my head back, gasping as he
fills me. His lips latch on to my neck, sucking as he begins to thrust into me
slowly. I grab his ass, pulling him farther into me. I need to feel every inch
of him. If he won’t give me the words, if this is all he can give, then I’ll
take what I can get. I’ll take him however I can get him because I’d rather
have a piece of him than nothing at all.

He moves at an unhurried pace, pulling out and pushing in
with a slight twist of his hips. Dragging his tongue across my neck, he moves
to the other side and sucks on my carotid. At this rate, I’m going to have
permanent hickeys.

“Raven. I need you, baby doll.”

“You have me.
Soy
tuya
.”

“Promise me you won’t leave again,” he implores.

“I promise.”

Where would I go? This man is my home, and it seems he needs
me as much as I need him. I’m not going anywhere.

I slide my hands up his back, feeling him shiver above me.
He
shivered
. From
my
touch. I feel like a fucking rock star. I
tighten my arms around him as he tangles his hand in my hair, thrusting deeper.
He slips a hand beneath my knee and lifts my leg to get a better angle. Keeping
the same leisurely pace, he rolls his hips. His lips possess mine, his tongue
mimicking his dick. I moan, capturing his tongue while I clench around him.

“You’re mine, Raven,” he whispers against my lips. “Mine.”

“Yes.”

I don’t know why he feels the need to say it so much. Is he
trying to convince me or himself? I certainly don’t need convincing. Maybe it’s
just his way of saying he feels the same. The reason really doesn’t matter; I
love hearing him stake his claim on me.

“You’re fucking
mine
,” he growls, biting into my
shoulder.

“Gage!”

“
Scream
my name. I want the whole fucking world to
know you belong to me.”

He sinks deep, totally burying himself inside me. I gasp,
unable to breathe, staring up at him wide-eyed and struggling for air. He tries
to go deeper. If he pushes any farther, he’ll become an internal organ. Jesus.
I scratch at his back, trying to find my voice to ask him to stop. I shake my
head as tears begin to well in my eyes. He finally eases up and I draw a deep
breath, expelling it through my mouth.

“Jesus, Gage. What the fuck are you trying to do, kill me?”

I breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls out, thinking I’m
getting a reprieve. I was wrong. He flips me onto my stomach, pulls me up onto
my knees, and is inside me again in three seconds flat. Reaching around, he
presses down on my clit as he begins to move. Damn it. The man knows how to
play my body like a classically trained musician. His teeth graze the skin on
my back, sending sparks up and down my spine. I clench around him, his
resulting moan echoing throughout my body.

“Do that again.”

I push back into him, squeezing him with all the strength I
can muster. He rests his forehead on my back, sliding his fingers across my
clit. He lets out a tortured groan, applying more pressure to his strokes on my
clit. I keep my hold on him, rocking back and forth. His hands move to my hips,
but he leaves me in control. A smack on my ass quickens my pace. He gathers my
hair in a fist, yanking as he smacks my ass again. When his fingers dig into my
hip, I know he’s about to take control. In and out he strokes, occasionally
slapping my ass. I bite into the pillow, but it’s no help. I can’t contain
these feelings. I start crying out, moaning, whimpering, begging. I think I
screamed “I love you” at one point.

“Come for me, Raven. I need to feel it.”

He releases my hair, grabbing my hips as he moves faster. My
muscles clench and a tremor makes its way from the tip of my toes to the top of
my head. I scream his name as I come, applying a death grip to the sheets. He
slams into me repeatedly, grunting. Going deep once more, he comes with a
groan. He collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged.

“Fuck, woman. I swear you got the best pussy I ever had.”

I smile to myself as he drops down on the bed, then I curl
up next to him, burrowing in to his side. He stares up at the ceiling as he
tries to bring his breathing back to normal, sliding his fingertips along my
arm. His chest is damp with sweat and his heart is racing beneath my fingers.
After a while, he shifts from under me and slides to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” I sound all whiny and shit, but I was
really
comfortable. I smack his ass as he climbs out of bed, but he just
chuckles and pulls on his jeans.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

I watch him leave then stretch like a cat and move to his
side of the bed. His scent is all over his pillow and I can’t get enough of it.
He returns with a bowl and sets it on the bed.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Ice.”

Holy fuck. What’s he going to do with that?

“Gage—”

“On your back.”

I swallow hard as I turn over, following his every move. He
walks to the bathroom, returns with a towel, and sits on the edge of the bed.
He folds the ice in the towel and places it across my breasts.

“For your nipples,” he explains. “Next time, you tell me if
I’m hurting you,” he continues in a stern voice.

Next time?
Soreness aside, I liked it. A lot. I
wouldn’t mind a next time. “I liked it.” I shrug.

“Yeah?” He raises his brows. A mischievous smile graces his
lips and my heart skips a beat, anticipating whatever it is he’s considering.

“Yeah.”

“Good to know.”

He climbs back into bed, between my legs, and lays his head
on my stomach. I slide my fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp until we
both fall asleep.

***Gage***

There’s no better alarm than your woman’s lips wrapped
around your dick, and that’s exactly how Raven wakes me up. When she realizes
I’m awake, she smiles up at me and slowly licks the head. With a groan, I prop
myself on my elbows to watch her.

“Good morning,” she says as she strokes me.

“Good doesn’t even come close.”

She wraps her lips around the head, sucking as she continues
to stroke me. Her beautiful blue eyes are trained on me, fucking me with them,
too. I’m fucked. In every way imaginable. I know it because I can’t think about
being with anyone else. I can’t even remember enjoying sex this much. Fucking
Raven is like a new level, a
heightened
level of pleasure. I’ll never
have enough time to do all the things I want to do to her. Every day is a new
adventure, a new idea of a way to make her scream my name.
God, I love when
she screams my name.

I sit up, holding her hair away from her face so I can see
everything she’s doing. She cups my balls and deep-throats my dick. Fuck, I
don’t think I’m going to last very long. Releasing me, she clamps her lips around
me once more, sucking hard as she slides up. She lets go with a pop,
immediately taking me into her mouth again. Up and down she bobs, trailing her
hand up my stomach then slowly dragging her nails down my abs. My muscles jump
and my hips jerk up, the need to fuck her mouth taking over.

“Fuck, babe.”

I think she takes that as a cue because she starts to suck
harder. Her tongue swirls from balls to tip before she takes me deep again. My
balls tighten, my heart rate spikes, and I feel the blood racing in my veins. I
grab her shoulders and drag her to the bed then jump to my feet. I position her
so she’s on her back, head hanging over the side, then stick my dick back into
her mouth. I pump in and out, palming her breasts through her shirt. She grabs
my ass, digging her nails into my flesh. I lean forward, reaching for her
pussy, but I know I won’t get her off before I come. I’m too close. I speed up,
careful not to go too deep. Curling my hands around her breasts again, I
squeeze hard as I erupt in her mouth. She groans, sucking me dry when I stop
moving.
Fucking hell. This is definitely the way to start each morning.

She grins up at me when I pull out of her mouth, and I
collapse on the bed next to her, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“You’re welcome.” She giggles as she slides out of bed.

“For what? You should be thanking me, doll.”

“Asshole,” she grumbles as she walks into the bathroom.

I chuckle, dragging my ass out of bed and stepping into my
boxers. I find her in the bathroom messing with her hair. I observe her, with
what must be a silly grin on my face. Before I met her, I never would have
thought a woman could make me this happy. And it’s not just the sex. Everything
about her fits me. I’m pretty sure God made her especially for me. Honestly, it
both excites and worries the fuck out of me.

“You gonna stand there all day with that stupid grin or you
gonna brush your teeth?”

“Haven’t decided. With a view like this, brushing my teeth
is overrated,” I reply.

She drops her hands and turns her head toward me, raising a
brow. “Aren’t you a regular Romeo this morning?”

I walk to the toilet, pulling my dick out on the way. She
watches me in the mirror, licking her lips.

“If that’s how Juliet woke him up in the morning, then I
totally get the story now.”

She rolls her eyes at me then her gaze drops to my dick.
Fuck, she’s going to make me hard again. I waggle my brows at her. “Wanna hold
it for me?”

“Perv.”

I laugh, watching as she removes a box from the medicine
cabinet and pops a pill. “What’s that?”

“Birth control.”

The moment the words leave her mouth, my gaze slides down to
her stomach. As I brush my teeth, I imagine her with a belly, a baby growing
inside.
My
baby. A little girl, beautiful like her mom, who I would
totally spoil, or a little boy I can teach to ride. I’ve never wanted kids.
They’re either targets or will end up as collateral damage. I love them, but I
just don’t think my lifestyle is conducive to raising them. I couldn’t imagine
a child of mine getting hurt because of me. It would kill me, and I’m man
enough to admit that scares the hell out of me. Now, as I stare at Raven, the
prospect doesn’t seem so scary. In fact, it’s looking fucking amazing. Raven,
pregnant with a little Gage? I think that’s exactly what I need.

Done with my morning routine, I wrap my arms around her from
behind and kiss her neck. “I think I just figured out a way to quiet that smart
mouth of yours permanently.”

“How, sew it shut?”

“Put a baby in you.”

She steps out of my arms and spins to face me, mouth hanging
open in shock. “What?”

“I said I’m going to put a baby in you. Then you won’t have
time to be a smart ass.”

“I thought you didn’t want kids?”

“I didn’t.”

“And now you do?”

“Yeah. With you.” She just stares at me. The shock wears off
and then she scrunches up her face, observing me as if she’s trying to figure
out if I’m serious. I take her hand and pull her into my arms. “See? It’s
already working.”

She smacks my chest and leans in to me. I lift her onto the
sink, step between her legs, and trail my nose along her neck. Fucking love the
way she smells.

“So violent,” I tease.

“Gage, be serious.”

“I am.”

“I’m too young for that shit.”

“Says who?” I ask, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her head
falls back and she pushes out her chest, thrusting her breasts toward me. I
squeeze one as I trail my tongue across her neck. She shivers, her breaths
coming out shaky. “You’re my woman, and I want my baby in your belly.”

She replies with a moan, pulling my face to her neck. I lift
her shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor. Jesus, my woman is gorgeous.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” I kiss my way down her sternum then devote my
attention to her nipples. Her legs tighten around my hips and she whimpers,
pulling on my hair. “How do they feel?”

“Better,” she answers on a moan.

As I move down her stomach, she pulls harder on my hair.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What does it look like?”

“No, Gage.”

“The fuck you mean ‘no’?”

“I need a shower.”

“Do I look like I care?” I ask as I press my lips to her
stomach.

“Well, I do.”

I get in her face and grab a handful of her hair to keep her
eyes on me. This shit needs to stop.

“Why do I have to keep reminding you? Whose pussy is this?”

“
Mine
. And right now, it needs a shower.”

“Fuck what you think. It’s mine and I’ll take it when,
where, and how I want.” I pry her legs open and prepare to feast on her sweet
pussy, but her trembling voice stops me.

“Gage, please....”

I look up at her and see the nervous expression on her face.
It’s fucking borderline scared. Shit. Compromise is the name of the game. She
watches me as I plug the sink and fill it half-way.

“What are you doing now?”

I lean in and feel her shiver as I place my lips at her ear.
“We’ll do it your way, babe. But then I’m going to eat you in every position I
can fucking think of.”