Текст книги "Claimed"

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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.

“Gage…”

And there’s my trigger. There’s just something about the way she says my name that drives me fucking wild. I make quick work of removing her panties, and then I kneel between her legs. She stares up at me, chest heaving.

“Then what?” she asks in a soft voice.

I spread her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy to my hungry eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening with her juices. I need to taste her. Lying on my stomach, I make myself comfortable. She rests on her elbows, watching me. I start at her knee and trail soft kisses down her thigh, feeling as it trembles beneath my lips. I kiss each scar, renewing my vow to kill the motherfucker who dared to touch her. Her scent wafts up to me, enticing my thoughts back to her body. Raising my eyes to hers, I move to her other thigh, expelling a slow breath as I pass over her pussy. She moans, her head falling back. I sink my teeth into her thigh then return to my favorite place, breathing her in.

“Then, I lick you here.”

I slide my tongue up her lips, parting them. Her hips rise up off the bed. A few slow strokes, then I flail my tongue on her clit.

“Oh, God!” she cries out.

She alternates between moans and whimpers, quivering with every touch. I love that shit. My dick loves it. I’m so ready to dive into her. Not yet, though. I have to take care of her first. I take my time, gently licking every inch of her soft, pink flesh. I really could live down here. I love the way she reacts to my tongue, the way she trembles and grabs my hair. And her taste. Fucking hell. Better than any dessert.

That gives me an idea.

She groans when I move away. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her voice a plea. I’m tempted to give in.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.”

Her eyes snap open and she nods, the way she does every time I give her a command. My dick jumps. She’s the perfect mix of submissive and assertive, if there’s even such a thing. I love her obedience, but I adore her smart mouth, too.

“Yes, sir,” she says, giving me a patronizing salute.

“I mean it, Raven. Don’t fucking move.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

I pull on a pair of jeans, zipping the fly but leaving it unbuttoned. Glancing back at her one last time before I leave the room, I wonder how the fuck I got so lucky. I have a fucking goddess in my bed. God knows I don’t deserve her, but so help me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep her.

I try to move through the bar unnoticed, but a few of the Hounds attempt to catch my attention. I ignore them and make my way to the kitchen. There, I run into Lonnie. I ignore her, too, while searching the fridge.

“Hi, Gage.”

“Hey.” I find what I need and turn to leave, but she’s standing in my way. “You need something?”

“You and Raven…it’s serious?”

“What do you care? You left her for months without even a phone call.”

“She never needed me. Besides, she had you. You know how I felt about you. I couldn’t stick around and watch you with my own sister.”

“And now?”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I used the time to get myself together. From what I’ve heard, you two are happy together. I’m happy for you.”

“I am happy. Raven’s amazing.”

She swallows hard and lowers her gaze. Her expression tells me she’s not as together as she thought. Did she really think a few months would be enough to get over me? Her eyes widen and I realize she’s not looking at the floor anymore. I follow her gaze and see exactly what she’s staring at – the bulge in my jeans. My dick is still hard and quite evident.

“Yeah. I was in the middle of something, so are you done?”

“Uh…yeah. I –”

I don’t hear the rest because I walk off before she can finish. I got pussy business to tend to, and I have no time for Lonnie and her shit. I push the bedroom door and she’s in the same position I left her. Her knees are drawn up and spread, waiting for me to climb back between them. Locking the door behind me, I slowly make my way over.

***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.