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CHAPTER 2 ***Gage***

I’m standing here, staring at a closed door. She shot me down. After those mind-blowing kisses, she shot me down. This kind of shit has never happened to me, and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I hear her moving around inside. All I can think about is her lips, her taste, and the way she clung to me. She wants me. It’s just a matter of time. Three months to be exact. By the end, she’ll be so desperate for me I won’t even have to touch her to make her come.

Just thinking about her coming makes my balls ache. I need to do something about my situation ASAP. I drag myself off her porch and make my way back to the clubhouse. I try to concentrate on the road, but I can’t help picturing my hands on her firm ass instead of the handlebar. I can’t stop tasting her on my lips. I can’t stop hearing her moans, even over the roar of the engine. Three months. Three motherfucking months. Might as well be ten years because it will be no less torture. Fuck. I’m a pervert for even thinking these things.

When I get back to the clubhouse, I see that the party has moved inside. I can just imagine what I’ll find there – a lot of shitfaced members and even more Hellhounds. That’s what we call the club whores around here. I step through the doors and I’m a little disappointed to see I was right. Rock music blares from the speakers, and the air is thick with weed and cigar smoke. There are a few couples scattered everywhere, but most of the crowd is gathered around the pool table in the center of the room. As I get closer, I see that it’s Lonnie. She’s getting drilled from behind by Crow while sucking off Motor, who’s leaning against the pool table. It’s a good thing Raven looks nothing like her. I don’t think I would be able to stomach the sight otherwise. They have the same black hair, but Lonnie’s taller and not as curvy. In the looks department, she can’t hold a candle to her sister.

Booker, a prospect, hands me a beer as I lean against the bar, next to E. I look around, trying to find someone to relieve the tension tonight. I spot Britney in a corner with some other girls. I’ve had her a few times. She’s hot, blonde, and relatively new around here. Not too many miles on her pussy. Has a nice body, too. Big, natural tits and thick in all the right places.

“Another uneventful night, huh?” I nod to E as I take a pull of my beer.

“Yup. Don’t know why people think a biker’s life is exciting.”

“Me neither, brother.”

“What happened with you and Little Miss Blue Hair?” he asks, quirking an inquisitive brow.

“Nothing. She’s seventeen.”

“Ouch. So close but yet so far away.”

“Not too far. Only three months.”

“And you’ll just be waiting in the shadows, won’t you?”

“Something like that.”

My gaze locks with Super Head’s. She smiles seductively and then bites into her bottom lip. She’s not built like Raven, certainly not as pretty either, but attractive in her own way. She’s skinny by anyone’s standards and a little top-heavy due to her enormous, fake tits. I love curves. A man needs something to hold on to. It’s a good thing that’s not what I’m looking for tonight. I just need to get a certain blue-eyed vixen out of my head. This bitch might be just what I need. I smile back and she instantly begins to move toward me, flipping her brown hair as she passes some of the other girls. E chuckles.

“Oh, shit. Have fun, man.”

“I fully intend to, E.”

I down the last of my beer and slam the bottle on the bar, then walk off toward the rooms in the back, knowing she’s following behind. After unlocking my door, I step aside and allow her to precede me. She watches me, licking and biting her lips in anticipation as I close the door. Her tits are popping out of the gold, sequin number she’s wearing.

“Drop the dress.”

The moment it hits the floor, I regret the command. The chick’s just skin and bones. As I look her over, my mind starts playing tricks on me. She’s a few inches shorter and her hair goes from brown to black – with streaks of blue. Her hips curve out and pasty white skin turns to caramel. The erection that had almost died springs back to life.

“Gage…”

She speaks and the mirage disappears. Fuck. I reach into my pocket for a condom as she begins to undo my belt.

“On your knees.”

She drops to the floor and stares up at me like a ravenous beast, licking her shiny, red lips. She pouts as I drop my jeans and roll the condom on.

“Why do you always wear a condom?”

Because I fuck with cum buckets like you.

“I want to taste you, Gage. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Stop talking. That’s not what I need your mouth to be doing right now.”

She flicks out her tongue and trails it across her top lip, showing off her tongue ring. Any other day, my dick would already be in her throat. Now, I can’t even look at her, let alone have her touch me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Clasp your hands behind your back.”

She does as she’s told then leans forward and licks the head of my dick. I close my eyes and just let her do her thing. She starts out slowly, gently sucking as she moves up and down. Gradually, she increases the pace. I tell you…there is nothing like the feeling of having warm, wet lips wrapped around your dick, especially when those lips belong to a human vacuum cleaner.

“Fuck!”

She moans and I feel the vibrations in my balls. Damn, she’s good. But my mind just won’t let me enjoy this. In my head, it’s Raven kneeling before me. It’s her mouth, her lips, her tongue making me feel the things I’m feeling. It’s her dazzling blue eyes staring up at me. My dick twitches and gets painfully hard. I hit the back of her throat and groan. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud right now. She comes up for air and I look down. I see green eyes instead of blue, and anger blazes through me. What kind of man thinks about getting head from a kid? Well…teenager…almost adult? Whatever she is, it’s wrong.

I grab a handful of Super Head’s hair and stuff my dick back in her mouth. I try to block everything out except one thing – catching a nut. I just need to come and get this over with. As I pump my hips, I hear her gagging and gasping for breath. I push her head down as far as I can. When she grabs my thighs, I look down again. She’s staring up at me with frightened, watery eyes. Her mascara is running, forming black lines down her cheeks. She’s heaving, saliva oozing to the floor. I pull her head back and allow her to catch her breath.

Like the trooper she is, she jumps right back into the game, grabbing my dick with both hands, and sliding them up and down with just a slight twist. She drops one hand but continues with the other as she sucks on the head. Her free hand gropes my balls as her head bobs on my dick. Fuck, that feels good. She sucks harder and my balls tighten. I throw my head back and snap my eyes shut as I come with a roar. Leaning against the wall, I try to calm my breathing.

When I look back down, I see only my two feet. Super Head has propped herself up on my bed, legs spread, showing off her whored-out pussy. I remove the condom, tie a knot at the end, and stick it in my pocket to dispose of later. Then, I tuck my dick back in my jeans and zip that bitch up. She stares at me in confusion when I grab her hand and pull her off the bed. She knows better. No bitches in my bed. I don’t kiss bitches either, and I don’t come anywhere but in a condom. I get rid of that shit myself, too. These bitches would do anything to trap a motherfucker. My own experience breaks the surface with its ugly head and I quickly push it back down. I don’t need that shit in my head right now.

“Get dressed.”

She watches me as I rip the sheets off the bed and toss them in the laundry basket. There’s hurt in her eyes but I give zero fucks.

“Now get the fuck out.”

***Raven***

I’m in the kitchen, making breakfast and jamming to Magic!’s “Rude” when Lonnie walks in with Super Head. Now that it’s had some time to sink in, I giggle at the moniker. Gage is something else. I hit pause on my phone, remove my earphones, and turn to them.

“Good morning.”

“Ugh, there’s nothing good about it. What are you making?”

They look awful – hung over and tired. I doubt they slept last night. They both fall into the chairs and lay their heads on the breakfast table.

“Just eggs and toast.”

I pour them some orange juice and crack a few more eggs. As they drink, they start talking. I pop my earphones back in because I don’t want to hear their conversation. However, I hold off on pressing the play button when I hear Gage’s name.

“Lonnie, should we be talking like this in front of her?”

“She can’t hear shit, the way she listens to music. Watch this. Raven!”

I pretend I didn’t hear her and continue to whisk the eggs.

“See? Now tell me what happened. Why the fuck do you sound like a frog?”

“You would, too, if you had Gage’s monster dick stuck in your throat last night.”

Oh, wow. The whisk almost falls from my fingers but I catch it before it hits the bowl. Monster? Well, I guess I did get a preview last night.

“What? You were with Gage?”

There’s anger in her voice. Lonnie has a thing for the minion boss. Then again, he’s hot, so most women would.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I just sucked his dick, or maybe I should say he fucked my mouth.”

“Damn it, Deena! It’s enough I have to put up with that bitch Britney.”

“Something was up with him. It’s like he wasn’t there, like he was thinking about something else. He snapped and shoved his dick so far down my throat I thought I was gonna die.”

“That’s what you get, bitch.”

“Hey, if you hadn’t been busy fucking Crow and Motor, maybe you would have had him.”

Okay, I’ve heard enough. I turn my music back on with a smile. He was so turned on last night that he ended up with Super… I mean Deena. My smile grows wider because I know exactly where his mind was, exactly what made him lose control. He was thinking about me. I don’t want him, but the fact that I could do that to a man like Gage? Priceless. I drown them out while I revel in that little bit of information.

After breakfast, I get ready and head out to catch the eight a.m. bus. I have an interview at ten at the local diner for a waitressing position, and I want to make sure I’m not late. A few minutes later, a girl around my age shows up at the bus stop. I have my earphones in so I just smile and wave to her. She sits on the bench, minding her own business, just the way I like it. After a few minutes, she taps my arm shyly. Great. I remove my earphones and try to hide my annoyance as I look over at her.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

Guess I wasn’t successful. I offer her a consolatory smile.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just that I heard you singing. Is that the August Alsina album?” she asks. I give her a genuine smile this time. Anyone who shares my musical preferences is okay in my book.

“Yeah. You like him?”

Her face lights up and she scoots closer.

“Oh, my God. I love him!”

“Me, too! What’s your favorite song?”

“Right now, it’s between ‘Kissin’ on my Tattoos’ and ‘Ah Yeah’.”

“No way. Me, too!”

She sticks out her hand enthusiastically and I take it with just as much gusto. How cool is it that I’ve already found someone my age who lives close by and has at least one thing in common with me?

“Chrystal, but everybody calls me Chrissy.”

“Raven.”

“Raven. Cool name. I live two houses down.”

“Thanks. I’m four houses that way, on the left.”

Her gaze follows my thumb as I jerk it in the direction of our house. Then her smile fades. My guess is she knows Lonnie.

“Lonnie’s house?”

“Yeah. She’s my sister.”

“Oh.”

I knew it. I knew this would happen. Everyone’s going to judge me based on Lonnie’s horrible reputation.

“I know. She’s a slut.” I say.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then a kind of quiet understanding passes between us before she smiles again.

“Don’t worry about it. I know what I’ll have to deal with. The upside is I’ll be eighteen in a few months and can get away from her.”

“Me, too, in September.”

“October.”

“What’s happening in October?”

I look up and see a dark-skinned god approaching, flashing one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. He halts before us and I tilt my head to absorb his magnificent beauty. Smooth, peanut butter-colored complexion; bright, hazel eyes, and close, clean-cut hair. What sticks out the most, though, is his uncanny resemblance to Chrissy. Slap a wig on him, add some boobs, and he’d be her. He’d look like a bad tranny, but you get my drift.

“Raven, this is my brother, Christopher, world-class jerk. I can’t believe we shared a womb.”

Aah, twins.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous I got all the looks, brains, and charm.”

I smile despite myself. He is charming. I swear I saw a glint on his teeth when he smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Christopher.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

“Ugh! Give it up. She don’t want your corny ass.”

Before either of us can say anything, the roar of motorcycle engines disturbs the peaceful morning. Peeking around Christopher, I watch the advance of at least a dozen bikes. Even from this distance, I know the rider in front is Gage. Damn, he looks sexy on that thing.

“That’s the Death Dealers, but I guess you already know,” Chrissy says quietly.

“I’ve only been here a week and I know more than I care to, Chrissy. Can’t say I like what I’ve heard, though.”

“They’re just a gang hiding behind the front of a motorcycle club,” Christopher says through gritted teeth.

He’s shooting a death stare in the direction the bikes are coming from. Guess there’s no love lost there. I have a better view of them now, and Gage makes some kind of hand signal. The others pass by him and he slows down. Oh, God. Please don’t come over here. Please, please, please. The moment he looks over his shoulder, I know he’s going to cross the street. Damn it.

“Oh, shit. I think he’s coming over here.”

My brain isn’t processing Chrissy’s words because I’m focused on Gage. He crosses over, parks at the curb, and removes his helmet. He jerks his head toward the twins in a half-assed attempt at a greeting and settles his gaze on me.

“Where you off to, Raven?”

I can feel the twins’ eyes burning a hole into me. This is not good.

“I know I told you to stay out of my business.”

He dismounts and saunters over, a smug smile on his lips. My heart skips just a tiny beat when I remember I was kissing those very lips last night, just a few measly hours ago.

“Can I get a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“I just wanna talk.”

“About what?”

He glances toward the twins. I totally forgot they were there. I can’t even imagine what they must be thinking about this exchange. I sigh and offer an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.”

He leads me far enough away so the twins can’t hear our conversation and faces me, his back to them.

“Why are you so hostile?”

“Why are you so nosy?” I shoot back.

I fold my arms under my breasts and give him the most defiant expression I can muster. He slowly drags his gaze down and it rests on my cleavage. He shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat before looking me in the eyes again.

“Just curious. No need to be defensive.”

“Well, that information is available on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby doll. I need to know everything about you.”

“Oh, really? I wonder why.”

He tilts his head to the side and narrows those baby-blues of his. Why does he have to be so frickin’ hot? His hair is all beautifully messy and he somehow makes a simple, white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut look like they belong on a fashion runway. Even the chain dangling across his thigh and the black combat boots, though cliché, add to his overall appeal.

“Because of the way your body came alive from my kiss.”

Fuck.

“I’m not the only one. I hear you had quite a night.”

His brows knit in confusion and he crosses his arms over his chest. Those arms, they were holding me last night. I was crushed to that chest, felt its hardness. I want to feel it again. Shit. Focus, Raven!

“What do you mean?”

“Deena was very forthcoming with information this morning.”

“Deena? Who’s that?”

“Wow, one would think you’d know the name of the woman who had your dick in her mouth last night.”

His face relaxes and he places his hands on his hips.

“She told you that?”

“Not exactly. She and Lonnie were talking over breakfast and they thought I couldn’t hear.”

I show him my earphones as a way of explanation. “Chick could barely talk. You really did some damage with, as she put it, your ‘monster dick’.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Raven, look –”

“It’s cool. I just think I should get some kind of compensation if I’m going to be your fluffer.”

“Fluffer?” he exclaims. “What the fuck do you know about fluffers?”

“I know a lot of things,” I say with a smirk. The majority of my “knowledge” comes from books but that’s totally irrelevant. He doesn’t need to know that, right?

He steps closer and I consciously have to try to control my breathing. That smirk? Gone. I need to stop letting him affect me like this.

“That’s great, but there’s a lot more I plan on teaching you.”

Okay, that low, seductive voice just did things to my body a voice should have no ability to do. I desperately need to turn this situation around. I unfold my arms and slowly trace my cleavage with my middle finger. The action draws his attention and he licks his lips.

“Tell me…when she was on her knees in front of you…were you thinking about me?”

The guilty expression confirms what I already knew. “Were you imagining my mouth wrapped around you?”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls as he swallows hard.

“Let me guess. You know about that, too.”

“Well, I’ve done some things, too, Mr. Hunter.”

He clenches his jaw. Hard. Uh oh, have I gone too far?

“You shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Why not? You’ll have more material when you’re with Deena later…or Lonnie…or whoever.”

“I admit it. I was thinking about you. And you know what? It pissed me the fuck off.”

Ouch. There’s a blow to my ego.

“I meant I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. At least not yet. And you talking like that doesn’t help my situation.”

“I’m sorry you can’t control your urges, but it’s not my problem.”

“I want you. I can’t help that. I just need you to know that the moment I can, I will have you.”

Oh. My. God. That’s it. I have no smart-ass comment or comeback for that one. He makes me want to believe his words. As much as I seem to be attracted to him and as confident as he is, that can’t and won’t happen. I need to stay as far as I can from him and his club. Thank God, I hear the bus coming.

“That’s my bus. I gotta go.”

“Let me give you a ride.”

“No, thanks.”

He takes my hand as I walk by him. The simple touch sends a shiver all the way from the tips of my fingers to everything north and south of my waist. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m holding my breath.

“Are you scared that you want me, too? There’s no need to be afraid of what you feel, baby doll.”

“Stop calling me that, and I’m not afraid of anything.”

He gives me a smug grin, displaying those perfect, pearly whites.

“If you say so, Raven.”

I pull my hand from his and start moving back toward the bus stop. One last look over my shoulder and I catch him watching me. The stubbornness in me wants to have the last word.

“See ya later, monster dick.”

CHAPTER 3 ***Gage***

Fuck! Fuck my fucking life. It’s too early to be having these thoughts. Why the fuck did I stop? I should have kept riding. I would be at the clubhouse right now, passed out, and not having indecent thoughts about this chick. Now I’m left here with a hard dick, watching the bus drive away. Sleep. That’s what I need. At least if I’m sleeping, I’m not thinking about her.

I hop on my bike and ride like I’m being chased by hellhounds. When I get to the clubhouse, I see the others who rode with me last night gathered around the bar. I know we had a rough night, but I can’t drink this early. I try to bypass them and head to my room, but E pulls me aside. He wasn’t with us last night, and as my VP, I know he’ll want a briefing. Why does it have to be now?

“Not right now, E.”

“Heard there was a…mishap. Was it at least clean?”

“Of course. Took care of it myself. But like I said, not now.”

“Good. But when? I’m heading to work soon.”

Work. The man’s a fucking doctor. I don’t know why he’s even a member of this club.

“Later. I need to crash for a few hours. We’ll have church. Just let everyone know before you leave. Ten good for you?”

“Should be, but if not, I’ll just drag your ass out of bed when I get off.”

“Thanks a lot.”

He chuckles at the sarcasm, slaps my back, and walks away. He’s my best friend, but sometimes he seriously gets on my nerves.

In my room, I strip down to my boxers and fall face-down on the bed. I close my eyes and I see hers. Raven, Raven, Raven. Her name plays on a constant loop in my head. I groan, flip over, and stare up at the ceiling. What the fuck is wrong with me? I haven’t been this hung up on a chick since high school. I mean, she’s hot, but I’ve seen and fucked a lot of hot girls. It’s got to be the anticipation. It’s been a long time since I had to actually put any kind of time or effort into a woman. Maybe I’m getting soft.

No. Fuck that. I need to calm my ass down and stay away from her for a while. And find someone to work out my frustrations on. It damn sure won’t be Super Head. Bitch has a big fucking mouth. Not Lonnie, either. Shit would just get weird. I’ve done the sister thing before, and it did not end well. Britney might get the wrong idea if I make it a regular thing. I can’t even think of anyone who’d fit the bill. Fuck, I need some new talent around here. E would probably agree. I noticed he hasn’t been getting a lot of action lately. Or maybe I need to find someone outside of the club.

What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t need one woman – never have, never will. I must be more tired than I realize. Let’s try this sleep thing again. I close my eyes and instantly there’s a knock on my door.

“Go away!”

“Sorry, Prez. Nita’s here to see you. She says it’s important.”

Fuck! I can’t say no to Aunt Nita. I drag myself out of bed and pull on my jeans before opening the door. Instead of Booker, I meet the steely stare of my aunt. This can’t be good. I take a deep breath and wait for the assault.

“How am I supposed to run a bar without alcohol?”

“What are you talking about, Nita?”

“I’m talking about that fucking cunt you contracted to supply the liquor.”

“Nita –”

“No. Don’t ‘Nita’ me. You fucked her, didn’t you? I told you not to mix –”

I grab her shoulders and give her a little shake to stop her rant.

“Calm down and tell me what happened.”

“Three days. Three days I’ve been waiting for a shipment, but she won’t deal with anyone but you. This bitch better not play with me.”

“I’ll handle it.”

She sneers and narrows her eyes at me, and I swear I feel ten years old again. My mom died when I was six and, being my dad’s sister, she stepped up and raised my sister and me like we were hers. She always knew how to put me in my place.

“Make it quick, or you’ll have to find a new manager.”

She storms off and I just stare at my bed, knowing I won’t be getting back to it soon. So much for sleep. I grab my shirt and head to my office, adjacent to my bedroom. Nita was right. I did fuck the supplier, but she instigated it. It’s no excuse, but I thought we were on the same page in terms of expectations. It was one time, months ago, and I haven’t spoken to her since. I can bet that’s her problem. Women and their fucking feelings.

I find the contract in the filing cabinet and drop my ass in the chair. I make sure to call her business number and not her cell. Not that I could find it even if I tried. I think I tossed the piece of paper the moment I left her office.

“Cassidy Martin,” she answers, in a sing-song voice.

“Miss Martin. Gage Hunter.”

“Gage. You’re a hard man to track down.”

I can hear the smile in her voice, but I’m determined to keep this professional.

“What’s happening with my shipment?”

“Oh, I’m doing great. How are you?”

“Lose the sarcasm. My aunt says you’re three days late.”

“I haven’t heard from you. The only contact number I have is for the Pretty Kitty. This is the only way I knew I could get your attention.”

“So, you’re purposely delaying the shipment?”

“Why are you avoiding the conversation?”

“It’s not one we need to have. You knew what the deal was.”

“But Gage –” She tries to plead, but I cut her off.

“No buts. You’ve violated the agreed-upon terms and conditions of our contract, the consequence of which is that it’s now null and void. I’m taking my business elsewhere.”

“Gage –”

“Goodbye, Miss Martin.”

I hang up and search my contacts. I need a new supplier or Aunt Nita will cut off my balls. I choose the guy I was going with originally, before Cassidy fucked her way into the contract, and give him a call. After working out cost, payment, and delivery frequency, I hang up and lean back in my chair. That club is the biggest legitimate earner the MC has. I need to be more careful.

Opening the Pretty Kitty was the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s the largest strip club in the area and the next closest one is twenty miles away. It’s not some raggedy operation, either. I only offer the best – location, food, liquor, and of course, girls. I pick them personally, making sure I have a mix – tall, short, thick, skinny, big tits, small tits, ass, no ass, real hair, fake hair, and every possible ethnicity. I keep a tight rein on them, too. There’s strictly no prostitution or drugs, and I administer random drug and STD tests. I wanted the club to be as classy as an establishment like that could be. For that reason, we get a lot of businessmen. Nita was right to be angry about the shipment; drunk men do spend more than sober ones.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a message from E, with a picture of her. He captioned it “Millie’s new waitress”. So that’s where she was off to all dressed up. She’s a trip. What seventeen-year-old spends her summer working?

She’s so beautiful; I can’t stop staring at her picture. And she’s smiling. She doesn’t do that enough. I definitely need to make sure I put a smile on her face every chance I get. The phone vibrates again with another message from E.

E: You’re not in the bathroom with the lotion, are you? Cause that would be sick, bro.

Motherfucker. He would make fun of me.

G: No, pervert. But thanks for the info.

E: She’s a pretty little thing. Maybe I should get her number and call her in a few months.

I know he’s teasing, but for some reason, my possessive streak kicks in. If anyone’s calling her, it will be me. I can’t say that to E, though.

G: Yeah. You can have her after I’m done with her.

E: Fuck you! I don’t want your leftovers!

G: Wouldn’t be the first time!

E: What do you mean?! You’re lucky I gotta work, but we’re finishing this convo later.

G: Ha! You’ll be surprised to know how many sloppy seconds you’ve had, bro. It’ll kill your self-esteem. Just let it go.

E: You better sleep with one eye open. LATER

I chuckle as I make my way back to my room. I’m just fucking with him, but it will be good to watch him squirm. We’re close, but we don’t share women other than the Hellhounds. They’re free game; anyone can get on those rides.

After calling Nita and letting her know I’ve taken care of the problem, I climb back into bed. I navigate back to Raven’s picture and stare at her. What am I even doing with her? She seems like a nice girl – bratty, with a smart mouth, but nice nonetheless. Definitely not the type to be messing with a guy like me. I’m not the relationship type, and she seems like the kind of girl who’d want that. I should stay away from her. I’m just going to fuck shit up. She deserves someone who’s like her – sweet and innocent. Not a man who killed someone last night.