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CHAPTER 3

***Raven***

Damn. Where did that come from? I raise my lips to his and kiss him softly. “That was sweet.”

“Sweet?” He scoffs and drops down next to me, supporting his head on his palm. “It’s sweet that you’re killing me?”

“No, of course not. It’s sweet of you to admit that I affect you, too.”

“That’s what you call it? ‘Affect’?”

He takes my hand, presses it to his crotch, and I curl my fingers around what feels like a steel pole. Does he always get this hard? Or is it just with me? I’d like to think that, but I highly doubt it.

“You feel that?” He asks. “You turn my dick into a fuckin’ brick wall. All I want to do is fuck you until you come, screaming my name, then change positions and start all over. So, yeah, you ‘affect’ me.”

I swallow hard, sliding my fingers up and down his dick. We stare into each other’s eyes until something snaps inside him and he grabs my hand.

“I know it’s your favorite color and all, but I don’t need the blue balls. You have any idea how much that shit hurts?”

“Well, I can’t experience it but I know it involves pain and fluid congestion in the testicles, so it can’t be pleasant.”

“The fuck, Raven?” His eyes widen in shock. “How the fuck do you know exactly what it is?”

“I told you, I read a lot.”

“And why the fuck are you reading about balls?”

I raise a shoulder in a shrug and drop my gaze. It’s not like I had a mother to teach me anything. Daddy would never talk about that stuff with me and Lonnie barely talked to me at all. How else was I going to learn? “I didn’t really have anyone to talk to, ask questions. I turned to books instead.”

I hear him take a deep breath before he pulls me into his arms, cradling my head on his chest. I throw my arm and leg over him and settle in against him.

“It’s okay, doll. You have me now.”

I haven’t felt as at peace in a long time as I do in this very moment. I have him. I have him, and that means I’m no longer alone. I have him. He holds me in his arms and we lie there for a long time, not saying anything, just being together. That is until my growling stomach interrupts our quiet companionship.

“Hungry?” He asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Starving. What’s for breakfast?”

“I wish it was your pussy.”

“And Mr. Dirty Mouth is back.”

“He never left, baby doll. I’m gonna take a shower then get you something to eat.”

“Okay.”

He adjusts himself as he walks to his chest of drawers. As I watch him choose boxers, the scene between him and the sheriff replays in my mind. I have so many questions about last night and this morning. Why were those men chasing us? Who were they? Are there others? Will they come after us, too? Where did the bodies go?

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“Who were those men from last night?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out.”

“What happened to the...the bodies?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”

“But –”

“Raven,” he cuts me off. “I can’t tell you, so stop asking. Besides, the less you know, the better.”

“Gage, I’m scared.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and palms the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his. A firm but gentle squeeze ensures I’m looking in his eyes.

“I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you, Raven. I promise.”

“But –”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust that I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

I bite into my bottom lip and nod. I do trust him, and after seeing him in action last night, I trust him with my life.

“Good,” he says, rising and grabbing his boxers off the bed. That reminds me.

“I asked Chrissy to bring me some clothes. Think you could get Ron to pick her up?”

“Sure, babe.”

He taps something out on his phone then tosses it on the bed. I stare at it as he heads to the bathroom. I’ve never seen a guy do that…ever. He not only left one, but two phones sitting around. He either has nothing to hide or trusts me enough to know I won’t go through them. Either way, he just earned major points. I grab my own phone and check Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Chris has updated his status to “single” and removed his profile picture of the two of us. Well, then. It stings, but at least he hasn’t posted anything nasty about me. Despite Chrissy’s advice, I try calling him. His phone goes straight to voicemail. I take a deep breath and wait for the beep.

“Chris...I know I’m the last person you want to talk to, but...I just need you to know that I never wanted to hurt you. I should have been honest with you. There are a lot of things I should have done, and I’m sorry. It won’t change anything, but I am. I’m sorry.”

I hang up and just lie there, staring into space. I didn’t ask for forgiveness because frankly, I don’t deserve it. If he responds by calling me a lying, cheating cunt, I wouldn’t blame him. I deserve to be called every name in the book in addition to any new ones he can come up with. He doesn’t reply though, and it makes me feel that much worse.

Chrissy’s voice precedes a knock on the door. I check the time on my phone and realize I’ve been lying here for almost an hour. Gage is still in the shower. Damn. He must be running a marathon in there.

“Come in.”

Ron opens the door, greeting me as he ushers Chrissy in. “Hey, Raven.”

“Hey, Ron. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

They make googly eyes at each other and then he leaves, walking backwards so they’re still looking at each other. Once he’s gone, Chrissy closes the door and drops my backpack on the bed before climbing in next to me, handing me a paper bag from McDonald’s.

“Got you breakfast,” she says in a sing-song voice.

“Thanks,” I reply as I lean over and absentmindedly kiss her cheek.

“Thank your man. It was his idea.”

“He’s not my man.” Technically...or not yet? I don’t even know what we are to each other.

“Whatever.”

Realizing my mood, she furrows her brows and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like myself right now.”

“He’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I called him,” I say quietly.

“Ray, I told you not to.” She scolds me.

“He didn’t pick up. I got his voicemail.”

“Yeah...he turns it off when he’s upset.”

“It’s all my fault. If I’d listened to Gage, all this could have been avoided.”

“All the ifs in the world won’t change anything now. I’ll take care of Chris.”

She sits Indian-style and bounces on the bed, giving me a bright smile. I know that smile. She’s about to try and change the subject to cheer me up. Gotta love her.

“So this is where all the magic happened,” she says, her palms gliding over the bed.

I don’t want to talk about me and Gage, so I try to steer the conversation toward her. “Tell me about the magic I just saw with you and Ron.”

“O.M.G…amazing kisser. Like mind. Blown.”

“When are you going out?”

“Tonight,” she practically squeals in excitement. “We’re gonna try Chiquita’s again.”

“That’s gr–”

The bathroom door opens, banging against the wall. Gage walks out in his boxer briefs, whistling and drying his hair with a towel.

“Oh…hey,” he greets Chrissy. “Chrissy, right?”

She stares at him, eyes wide, mouth open. “Um…y...yeah,” she stutters.

I can definitely relate to the reaction. Gage Hunter is sex personified. With his amazing body and the way those boxers cling to him…my muscles clench. Chrissy grabs my hand, squeezing my fingers. We watch as he walks to the closet and starts pulling out clothes.

“I can’t believe you slept next to him all night and didn’t rape him.”

Gage bursts out laughing, and Chrissy turns to me in wide-eyed horror.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes!”

I join Gage, falling over and grabbing my stomach. The look on her face is priceless.

“Ugh! Kill me now.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy. I totally understand,” Gage says.

He gives her that cocky grin of his and I throw his pillow at him. Conceited bastard. He catches it and tosses it back with a wink. We sit back and enjoy the Gage show as we eat. He revels in it, the smirk never leaving his face, until he shrugs into his cut.

“I got club shit to handle, so I’ll see you later. Chrissy can keep you company, but under no circumstance do you leave the compound. Got it?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Fuckin’ smart mouth.”

He drops a kiss on my lips and one on Chrissy’s cheek, then heads for the door.

“Anything you need, talk to Ron. You need me, call me.”

“’Kay.”

“Later, babe.”

He closes the door behind him and we fall back on the bed with a collective sigh.

“God, Ray. He smells good.”

“Tell me about it.”

I don’t know about Chrissy, but I need some time to recuperate from all that sexiness. She mumbles “Goddamn” and I get confirmation that I’m not the only one. We stare up at the ceiling, caught up in the sexual whirlwind that is Gage.

***Gage***

“What’s the plan?” Razor asks as we park outside the warehouse where Cassidy has her office.

“No plan. Just gonna talk to her. She’s a little psycho but I don’t think it was her.” The whole point was to get me to fuck her so I doubt she sent them to kill me. “They were probably just retaliating for the two we killed.”

Her assistant gives me a come-fuck-me smile as we approach. I remove my riding gloves and stick them in my pocket. She bats her lids and smiles brightly before biting into her bottom lip.

“Mr. Hunter! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Miss Martin in?”

She fumbles at my apparent lack of interest and picks up her phone. After talking to her boss, she motions to the door.

“Wait here,” I tell Razor.

I close the door behind me and take a long, hard look at a very nervous Cassidy Martin.

“Gage…I swear, I haven’t said –”

I raise my hand to stop her then take a seat. “The guys you hired…where’d you find ’em?”

“A friend gave me a phone number. I called.”

“What friend?”

“I can’t –”

“What. Friend?”

She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath. “Please…I don’t want to get her mixed up in this.”

“You still have the number?”

She looks down at her desk, avoiding my stare. That’s a very obvious tell. I know her next words will be a lie.

“No. I…I threw it away.”

I can see she’s not going to give up the info willingly. Maybe I’m approaching this the wrong way. I don’t think intimidation is going to work with her, but I know what will. Luckily, I’m me. “You’re not lying to me are you, Cassidy?”

Her gaze remains fixed on the desk. “No, of course not.”

“Stand up.”

Finally, she looks at me, excitement creeping into her eyes. “Wh..what?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

She rises slowly, her eyes locked with mine. Her chest is heaving, and I see the uncertainty in her gaze. She’s scared but turned on, too. One thing I do remember about her is that she likes it rough and kinky. I make my way over to her, taking my time. She watches me, her chest rising and falling more rapidly with each step I take. I move her chair and stand behind her, close but not touching.

“I think you’re lying to me, Cassidy. I think...you’re being a bad girl.” Her body trembles before me and she lets out a moan. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“They get spanked,” she says on a hurried breath.

The fear is gone, replaced completely by enthusiasm. Damn, I’m good! I slowly pull her little skirt up, exposing her cheeks. A thong. Perfect. She’s wearing some sexy lingerie set, complete with garter belt and stockings.

“Were you expecting someone? Or did you wear this for me?”

“I…I was hoping –”

“And the fuck-me heels?”

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

She tries to lean into me, but I step away and perch on the edge of her desk. I look her over from head to toe and realize I don’t want to touch her. She’s gorgeous and I didn’t hesitate to fuck her before, but there’s just no interest now. I find a wooden ruler on her desk and trail it lightly up her thigh.

“Spread your legs.” She complies quickly, watching me with her bottom lip between her teeth. I move behind her once more, sliding the ruler up the inner sides of both thighs. “Wider.” I smack one of them and she yelps, widening her stance. “Now, the men. Who were they?”

“I don’t know.”

I slap her cheek and watch as the ruler leaves a red imprint on her ass. Her body shakes as if she just came where she stands. I stroke the spot with the ruler, still not wanting to touch her. She rolls her hips and I smack her again, developing a pattern – slap, stroke, slap…and then change it up so she never knows what’s coming next.

“Gage…”

“If I touch your pussy right now…will it be wet?” I ask, even though I have no inclination to do so.

“Oh, God, yes!”

I chuckle, sliding the ruler over the crotch of her panties. “Where’d you find those guys?”

“The number…my friend said she uses them for security all the time.”

“Mmhmm.” I concentrate the top edge of the ruler on her clit and she moans. “Security…are they from a company?”

She rolls her hips, grinding on the ruler. I strike her clit twice.

“No! Not a company…just…just a group of friends.”

A group. My retaliation theory seems to be right. I stroke her once more, gliding the ruler over the material covering her pussy. “Where’s the number?”

She hesitates. I move closer so she thinks I’m going to touch her. Instead, I slap both cheeks twice.

“Fuck, Gage...”

“The number?”

“It’s in my desk! Just please…please, fuck me!”

I give her one last smack on the ass. Hard. She jerks and cries out. “Sit,” I tell her as I toss the ruler on the desk. She scrambles to her chair and immediately reaches for my belt. “Uh-uh…hands in your lap.”

She smiles, licks her lips then bites into the bottom one. She really thinks I’m going to let her suck my dick? No matter what she does, it’s all lost on me. My dick isn’t even mildly interested. “Where is it?”

“Top drawer,” she says eagerly.

I search the drawer, find a white card with just a number on it then show it to her.

“That’s it.” She nods.

I stick it in my pocket and wonder what I should do with her. She’d probably do anything I tell her to. Bitch is hard-up for some dick, so I’ll get her some. “Up.” She jumps to her feet and I stand behind her. She wiggles her ass impatiently. “You want to get fucked, Cassidy?”

“God, yes!”

“You will be…just not by me.”

“What? Gage –”

“Don’t. Move.”

I stick my head through the door and wave Razor over, giving him a peek inside.

“A gift for you, my brother.”

He looks to the heavens and bites his lip. “I ever tell you I love you, brother?”

“Make it quick. I’ll wait for you outside.”

But not before I stop in the men’s room and wash my hands. I suddenly feel very dirty. While waiting, my mind drifts to Raven. That shit she pulled this morning had me coming like three times in the shower. Just feeling her body tremble beneath me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And waking up next to her? I wouldn’t mind doing that every day. Not at all.

Razor exits the building with a huge grin on his face. “Thank you, my brother. That was a fine piece of ass.”

“Crazy as fuck, though.”

“I know. That’s why I’m seeing her later.” He grins as he slips his aviators on.

“You’re a sick fuck, Razor.”

“Don’t I know it, Prez.”

CHAPTER 4

***Raven***

You know in the movies where someone walks into a room, a record scratches somewhere, and everyone stares at the newcomer? Think MJ walking into the nightclub in the beginning of the “Smooth Criminal” video. That’s exactly what happened. All I know is, one moment Chrissy and I are playing pool, hanging out with some of the guys, and the next moment it’s dead silent. I look up and everyone is staring at the door. I’m bent over the pool table, so I straighten and turn around. I wish I hadn’t though, because I’m staring into the blue eyes of Death himself. Gage stands there, shaking with barely restrained rage, his eyes locked on me. He’s a volcano about to erupt. I swallow hard.

“Where the fuck…are your clothes?” He shouts.

I swear his voice echoes through my entire body. We’re back to this? What I’m wearing is perfectly fine – shorts and a bandeau. Jeez, even Daddy wasn’t this anal. Before I can say anything, he storms up to me and grabs my hand. Without stopping, he drags me behind him to his room, pushing me inside and slamming the door behind him. I haven’t even regained my balance before he grabs me again and forces me against the wall.

“What the hell, Gage?”

“Have you been drinking? Smoking?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Daddy.”

“I swear to God, woman. Don’t test me!”

“How?”

“You’re out there practically naked!”

“I am not!”

“You like that, huh? Being a fucking tease?” He asks, getting into my face.

A tease? “How dare you –”

I cringe as he slams his palm on the wall by my head and closes his eyes, trying to rein in his anger. Okay, I think it may be in my best interest not to push him right now.

“Just cover up, Raven,” he says, his words coming through clenched teeth.

“I don’t have anything else. This is all Chrissy brought.”

He pushes away from me and removes a T-shirt and sweat pants from his chest of drawers.

“Put these on. I’d rather not have to kill any of my brothers.”

Aah…now I get it. “For what? Looking at me?”

He doesn’t answer, but I know that’s the problem. He’s jealous…to the thousandth degree, but it’s kind of cute. I take his hand, pull him to the bed, and push down on his shoulders. Sitting on his lap, I wrap my arms around his neck.

“They’ve been really cool. A couple of them even pulled me aside and told me I was a total badass for what I did last night.”

“You were…are.”

He slides his arm around my waist and takes a deep, calming breath. I turn his face to mine and stare into his eyes. The rage is gone. I don’t want to rekindle it, but shooting that guy last night has been on my mind all day. Technically, I didn’t kill him, but it still weighs heavily on my conscience.

“About last night –”

“I told you to leave it alone.”

“Gage, I’ve never shot anyone before.”

“And you haven’t killed anyone, either. It’s all on me.”

“Not all. I shot him four times.”

“It was them or us. I’m proud of you for how you handled yourself.”

He’s proud of me for shooting someone. Not exactly what one strives for in life but hey, I guess this is my life now. “I have Reaper’s approval?”

“You always did.”

How does he do that? How does he make me forget why I’m concerned, hurt, or angry? How does he replace all my thoughts with only ones of him? I trail my finger down his stubbled jaw, the tiny hairs prickling me. “You’ve been gone all day. I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I place a few soft kisses on his lips before he finally gives in and takes over. He slowly works his lips over mine, teasing them with his tongue. I moan into his mouth, slipping my tongue in. The taste of peppermint hits me. Goosebumps pop up all over my body as he trails his fingers down my spine. I slide my fingers through his hair, leaning into him, needing to get as close as possible. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, his gaze roaming my face.

“Change.”

“God! I hope you never have daughters,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

“How can you be so sure? Even you can’t command sons to be born.”

He slides me off his lap and heads for the door. With his hand on the knob, he turns to me, his expression stern.

“Because I’m not having children. Ever.”

That’s what he leaves me with. I stare at the door wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. Christ, he’s bossy. And that thing about kids? I would have never expected that. He’s so good with Mikey. Despite what I said, I do believe he’d be a good father. A very strict one, but a good one nonetheless.

Oh, well, it’s his choice. I definitely want kids someday. Someday far, far away, though.

I change into the sweatpants, drop it on my hips, and tie the strings to keep it in place. The T-shirt, I throw on over my bandeau and tie a knot in the back. I just hope he doesn’t get mad over me showing my belly button. I head back out, holding up the too-long legs of the pants. Chrissy’s in a corner cuddled up with Ron and smoking a joint, so I seek out Gage. He turns to me as I approach the bar where he’s sitting and drinking a beer.

“Better?” I ask, with a bit of attitude.

“Better.”

I wedge myself between his legs, lean against him, and drape his arm over my shoulder. He curls it around me, pulling me closer as I settle in and survey the room. These men are not at all what I thought they were. Crow, Motor, and Tek are off in a corner sharing a joint. Crow is so-named because he’s good at “clean-up”. You want to get rid of a body, he’s your man. He’s a big dude, with a buzz cut and a jagged scar running down his cheek. Motor, apparently, is an automotive wiz. He’s a little on the skinny side and has shaggy, blond hair. Tek looks more Goth than biker, complete with the black lipstick and eyeliner. He’s the club’s secretary and way better version of the Geek Squad. I’ve been told he can hack his way into anything.

Booker (that’s actually his real name), the prospect, is huge…and I’m not talking about muscles. He’s like a three hundred pound, grown-up version of Ham from The Sandlot—red hair, freckles and all. He and Ron don’t seem to have road names, but I’m sure that’s coming soon. Razor, I haven’t spoken to yet but he scares me a little. He pulls a disposable razor from his pocket and starts shaving. I guess that explains his name. Then there’s Rico, the road captain. He’s from Honduras and thinks he’s some kind of Rico Suave. I remember him hitting on me at the barbecue. He said I called him an asshole, but he had called me a bitch so we both decided we were even. He’s short and stocky with greasy, slicked-back hair.

Allah, he’s like the resident DJ or something. He won’t let anyone near his equipment. He’s really quiet, always bopping his head to music no one else can hear. Now, his nickname is just a bit scandalous, if I’m to believe Rico’s version. It started out pretty harmless. He would go around rapping Fabolous’ “Young’n” so much, they started calling him Holla Back. When that became too tedious, it was shortened to Holla. It all changed when a new Hound, who didn’t quite get it, kept screaming out “Allah!” while they were fucking. Needless to say, it stuck. He’s proud of it, too, smirking all the time Rico was telling the story. He’s a bit of milk chocolate with a close cut, wavy hair, teardrop tattoos, and platinum grills. I smile at him, playing away in the DJ booth.

He winks and points to me. “This one’s for you, li’l shawty.”

Rihanna’s “Hard” comes on and I throw my head back, laughing. I pop my collar for him and he scratches the record then plays it again. Yeah. I think he and I are going to be great friends.

Venom. He has a thing for snakes. He told me he has a dozen of them at his house. A dozen. Just thinking about it sends shivers up my spine. His house is one place I’ll never be visiting. He’s hot, though – shoulder-length black hair and muscles you get from lifting weights every day. He’s the club’s treasurer. Chopper, I absolutely adore. Physically, he’s like all the pictures I’ve seen of my dad’s father, only not Mexican. He’s doted on me all day, cooking for me and making sure I was comfortable. I don’t care what Gage says; Chopper is sweet. A few of the guys’ old ladies stopped by for a while and they were really cool, too. Everyone seems so different from what I thought. The old adage has never been truer – don’t judge a book by its cover.

I don’t know if it’s the man behind me or if I’m getting a contact high from all the weed smoke, but I’m feeling extremely relaxed. Better than I’ve felt in a long time, given the circumstances. With Chrissy being here and texting Toni all day, my mood improved as the day went by. Now, all Toni wants to talk about is Gage and when I’m going to fuck him. Like I haven’t been trying. I take a selfie with his arm around me and send it to her. She replies instantly.

T: Bitch! You gonna show me his face or nah?

R: Nope. Not yet.

T: Whatever. You need fi send on di pussy and stop hitch.

Toni’s parents are Jamaican. I know things are getting serious when she starts speaking Patois. At first, when she used to slip into the dialect, I couldn’t understand a word, but I pretty much have it down now. She thinks I’m the one stalling. Short of tying him up and taking what I want, I don’t know what else to do.

R: I’ve tried! He won’t do it until I turn 18.

T: You found the last man on Earth with morals? Sounds like a keeper.

R: We’ll see.

She sends me a song but I can’t listen to it now, so I leave it for later. I lay my head on Gage’s shoulder and he kisses my neck softly. The light touch of his lips on my skin makes me quiver. I close my eyes and let out a barely audible moan.

“You’re stayin’ with me tonight.”

I snap out of my lusty haze and turn my head, regarding him carefully. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Yes, I heard you. I just can’t believe what I heard. “I have to go home…and I have work tomorrow.”

“Millie won’t mind.”

“I can’t leave her shorthanded on a Sunday. Not with the church crowd.”

“Fine. I can take you to work in the morning.”

I turn around to face him and drape my arms around his neck. “You really want me to stay, don’t you?”

“I want you in my bed.”

“Aww…Mr. I-Don’t-Sleep-With-Anyone wants to cuddle?”

He scrunches his brows together as if the ramifications of me staying just occurred to him. He stares at me, and I can see the wheels turning in his head. Once he’s come to a conclusion, his face relaxes.

“I liked waking up with you next to me.”

Oh, damn. Fuck the world. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get. “Okay. I’ll stay.”