Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3 (13 page)

***Raven***

“Make sure you grab his balls. Guys like that.”

I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me. “I’ve given a blow job before, Toni.”

“I know that. You haven’t given one to a
man
, though. Especially a man like Gage.”

“She’s right,” Chrissy chimes in.

I’m really starting to regret this three-way phone call. We’ve been talking for an hour, and most of the time has been spent with them giving me pointers on everything sex-related.

“Bonus if you swallow…or at least let him come in your mouth.”

“You told me it was disgusting,” I fire back at Toni. I teased Gage with it before, but I just wanted to see his reaction. I’ve never actually done it.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is
he’ll
like it.”

“Chrissy, have you done it?” I ask.

“Nope. I ain’t putting no man’s dick in my mouth. Uh-unh…sorry.”

“You mean…not even Ron?”

“Nope. Not even him. I don’t know where his dick has been.”

“True,” I reply, thinking about all the women Gage has been with…all the Hounds. I shudder at the thought.

“You could always make him wear a condom. Bubblegum flavor.”

Toni and I both burst out laughing at her statement. That
would
be cool, though. I just hope I wouldn’t get the inclination to start chewing once I had his dick in my mouth. That would
not
be funny.

“Ha-ha, very funny, you two.”

“C’mon, Chrissy. It was a little funny.”

“Maybe for you dick-munchers, but not me.”

“All hail the dick-munchers,” I chant. “Making men happy all over the world.”

“Can we change the subject, please?” Chrissy asks through our laughter.

“Fine, fine. I’m gonna tell you something, but you can’t repeat it, okay?” I say.

“Okay,” they both agree.

“They’re voting on the prospects’ membership tonight. By tomorrow, your man will be a Dealer, Chrissy.”

“That’s awesome!” she shrieks. “It’s all he can talk about. I know he’ll be over the moon.”

“Please, don’t say anything to him.”

“I won’t. I promise. Do I have to get him a gift?”

“I don’t know. Gage says they always throw a party for new members.”

“Then I’m definitely getting him a gift. What did you get Gage?”

“It’s a surprise. I can’t wait to see his reaction when I give it to him.”

“You should totally give him a lap dance,” Toni says.

“A lap dance?”

“Yeah. In front of everyone, too.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Of course you can. Kinda like a sexy prelude to his long-time-coming – pun intended – BJ.”

I rattle the idea around in my head for a bit, wondering if he’d like it. I know he’d enjoy a private show, but having me dance provocatively in front of everyone? I don’t know. He’d probably go ballistic.

“Maybe we could make it a group thing,” Chrissy suggests. “Include Ron and Booker.”

“That’s a great idea!” Toni exclaims.

Maybe that would work. I’m hoping he wouldn’t object if I wasn’t alone. “Okay…but we need music and a routine…and outfits.”

“There are tons of sexy songs we can use. We can have Allah put something together for us. The question is, do we go simple sexy or hardcore?”

“Toni’s right,” Chrissy agrees.

“Why not both? We can do a medley. Any ideas?”

We all think for a while then Toni comes up with an idea. “‘Say My Name’.”

I know exactly the song she’s talking about and it. Is. Perfect.

“Destiny’s Child?” Chrissy asks in confusion. “Wouldn’t ‘Cater 2 U’ be better if we’re going with them?”

“Not Destiny’s Child,” I tell her. “Qwote. Q-W-O-T-E, look it up.”

“We
could
use ‘Cater 2 U’, though,” Toni says pensively.

Another two hours are spent on the phone planning our big lap dance. We decide on a soundtrack – “Cater 2 U”, Ciara’s “Body Party”, Beyoncé’s “Dance For You”, Lady Saw’s “Heels On” and “Backshot” with Spragga Benz, then we’ll end with “Say My Name”. We just need to recruit Allah to make a mix for us. Next, were our outfits. This whole idea is a real toss-up with a man like Gage Hunter. It could either be epic or a complete disaster. I hope to God it’s the former.

Here goes Operation Birthday Lap Dance.

***Gage***

Thirty-three fucking years old. Another year older. Can’t say I’ve had a bad run. My life has been pretty good so far. As I watch Raven with her friends, I can only see it getting better. Chopper’s words resound in my mind –
that’s when I knew you were his future
. I know she’d be a perfect old lady. She has all the qualities I could ever need in a woman and I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about it. I could patch her, have her on my bike and in my bed. I’d take care of her and protect her. That’s what I can offer. All the extra stuff she needs – love, romance, and promises of forever – I can’t offer that to
any
woman. I don’t know how, and I don’t see her settling for less. So while Chopper is certain, I’m not.

My eyes follow her movements as she walks over to Ellen and whispers in her ear. My sister grins from ear to ear, so I know something’s up. Both of them put this party together for me so when I see them conspiring, I brace myself for what’s to come. Raven disappears to the back with her friends and Ellen sets out three chairs in the middle of the room. She approaches me with the same grin and drags me to one of the chairs, then seats Ron and Booker in the other two. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they don’t know what’s going on, either. She hurries over to the DJ booth and grabs the microphone as Allah stops the music.

“Okay, everybody! I’m going to need you to clear some space.”

People start moving out of the way, leaving the three of us sitting in the center like the main attraction. I don’t know what’s going on, but I already don’t like it.

“We’re all here to celebrate President Reaper’s birthday, but we also have two new brothers – Ron and Booker.” She pauses while everyone cheers. “Raven, Chrissy, and Toni have put together something special for these guys, so let’s hear it for the ladies!”

The crowd cheers again, the brothers hooting and whistling. The girls walk back out wearing short, black trench coats and heels.
What the fuck is going on?
Raven stands in front, the other two girls behind her, one on either side. She gives me a nervous smile then nods in the direction of the DJ booth.

The music comes on and they begin to move. Raven mimes the lyrics as she performs a sexy-as-hell routine, her body gliding on the beat. I’m not really paying attention to the song, but a few words resonate – ‘I’m yours’ and ‘my man’. Fucking right, she’s mine. If anyone doubted it before, here she is announcing it to the entire room. The song changes and her movements become less sensual and more sexual. My dick immediately stands at attention when she drops to her knees and starts grinding. As she crawls toward me, I grab my crotch and adjust myself. She catches the action and smirks. Seeing her there, kneeling at my feet is doing things to my body I never knew a woman could do. She mouths some more lyrics about dancing for me as she rises to her feet. As she rolls her hips, she starts undoing the belt on her coat. I lick my lips, anticipating what’s underneath.

She flips the sides behind her and then the heel of her shoe is digging into my thigh. I vaguely hear something about fucking with heels on, but I’m focused on her outfit. Leather shorts—if you can call them that—and a matching top that’s pushing her tits together and up. Everything else from her tits down is bare. I seriously feel like I’m going to blow my load just looking at her.

In a flash of movement, she whips off the coat, tosses it aside, and turns her back to me. She drops onto my lap, leans forward, and with her hands on the ground, starts grinding on me. I grab her hips and she sits up, leaning in to me. She turns her face toward me, breathing heavily, her lips an inch from mine. She starts singing again about fucking me, and I drown out everything but her. The rest of the dance goes by in a blur of motion. All I can think about is getting my dick inside her. I only realize their little routine has ended when the noise from the cheers and wolf whistles brings me out of my thoughts. Somehow, she’s now straddling my lap, facing me. I twirl the red ends of her hair around my finger. She said she did it for me because black and red are my favorite colors.

“Happy birthday, Gage.”

I grab her ass and stand in a swift motion, taking her to the bedroom. As soon as I kick the door shut, I have her backed against it.

“Did you like –?”

I cut her off with my lips. I can’t hold back anymore. I need her. I need her
now
.

“Gage, wait.”

“For what?”

“I want to give you your gift.”

“I want
you
,” I growl against her lips.

“Please.”

“Fuck!” I release her and watch her ass as she hurries to the chest of drawers. She removes a white envelope and brings it back to me, bouncing up and down in excitement as I open it.

When I pull out the paper inside, she yells, “Happy birthday!”

I quickly scan the words on the paper until I realize what it is – flying lessons. At the end, I’d be able to get a Private Pilot Certificate. I raise my gaze from the paper to her beautiful face in shock. Once. I mentioned to her
once
that I wanted to be a pilot when I was younger. She not only remembered but now she’s encouraging and enabling me to pursue my dream.
Fucking hell. Maybe Chopper was right after all.
I drop the paper and yank her to me, forcing her against the wall.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, baby doll. How did you –?”

“I dipped into my trust fund. I wanted to get you something special.”

“There’s only one thing I want.”

I take her lips in a fierce kiss, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. She returns the kiss, writhing against me, making me even harder. But then her breathing grows rapid…ragged, and her writhing feels more like fighting. I relinquish her lips and see fear-stricken eyes boring into me.

“Stop. Let me go. Please!”

She pulls at her hands and I realize what the problem is. I release her immediately.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
No doubt me trapping her like that brought back memories of being tied down.
Fuck! Have I undone months of progress in a few seconds?

“Raven, I’m sorry. I didn’t –”

“It’s fine.” She shakes her head. “I’ll be okay in a minute.”

I reach for her, but she shrinks from my touch.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Stepping away from her, I head to the bathroom. I need about a dozen cold showers.

***Raven***

Taking deep breaths, I try to calm my shattered nerves. I couldn’t help it. The moment he trapped my hands in his, I was transported to my dark place—a place I’m trying desperately to get away from. I made up my mind during the lap dance that tonight is the night. Tonight, we would finally do what we’ve wanted to do for months. The way he watched me as I danced…you can’t fake that desire. He
wants
me. That sealed the deal for me. Then, in just a moment, everything went downhill. The dejected look on his face as he walked off flashes before my eyes and breaks through the barrier in my mind. No. I straighten with renewed determination. I’m not going to let this control me anymore.
No
.
More
.

I enter the bathroom quietly and strip down to my panties. My nipples harden in anticipation.
I can do this. I’m ready.
I peek behind the curtain and see him standing under the shower, water cascading down his tight body. Jesus, he has an amazing ass. I want to sink my fingers into those cheeks as I suck his dick. His hand is curled around his dick and he’s slowly stroking it. Poor thing. This is what I’ve made him resort to.

I step into the bath and he turns to me as he becomes aware of my presence. He slicks his hair back and stares down at me, chest heaving. His dick, big and hard, juts out toward me, begging for attention. I know he’s waiting for me to make the first move. The wariness is crystal clear; he doesn’t want to be rejected again. I step forward and slide my hands down his chest. He clenches his fists at his sides as I explore his abs with my fingers and press my lips to the tattoo on his left pec. While twirling the hair of his treasure trail, I kiss slowly down – soft, gentle kisses on his skin as I move to my knees. Gazing up at him, I lick my way back to his navel.

“Babe,” he groans.

I wrap my fingers around him and his head falls back.
This is it. No turning back now.
Air hisses through his teeth as I lick the head of his dick. I press it against his stomach and lick him from base to tip then take him into my mouth. He groans and buries his hand in my hair. I slide my lips up and down as far as I can take him, stroking with my hand the part I can’t fit in my mouth. Fuck, he tastes good. I moan around him, unable to satisfy the sudden craving I have for him.

“Fuck,” he growls as I swirl my tongue around the tip.

I continue to gaze up at him as I grab his tight ass and take him deep. He palms the back of my head, pressing me down farther.

“I’ve wanted to see those lips around my dick for so long…those gorgeous eyes staring up at me.”

He releases me and I drag in a breath before taking him in once more. I suck him hard, hollowing my cheeks.

“Shit. Fuck. Babe.”

I smile to myself and suck even harder, stroking him with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.

“Raven!”

Bobbing my head, I slide my tongue along his length, and listen to the expletives tumbling out of his mouth.

“Fuck, babe…I’m coming.”

I release him from my lips and pump him hard and fast until he growls and his cum covers my chest and breasts. Watching him come apart because of me is the most powerful aphrodisiac. I milk every last drop then lick the head of his dick even as he’s still shuddering.

“This is what you wanted, right?” I ask. “To see your cum dripping from my nipples?”

“Sexiest shit I’ve ever seen.”

He helps me up and pins me against him, my back to his front, as he rinses his fluids from my body. My head lolls back on his shoulder as he kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples. His dick stirs to life again, pressing into my back. His breathing is ragged in my ear, matching my own.

“I want you so much, Raven.”

“I want you, too. So much I can’t breathe.”

He slides his hand down my stomach and past the waistband of my panties, finding my clit. I gasp, grabbing at his hair as he bites into my shoulder.

“Wet and ready…” he murmurs.

“Yes…for you. Only you.”

His fingers slide through my wetness, teasing my lips and clit. I grind against him, needing more.

“I need you, Raven. I need to be buried inside my pussy. Tell me now.”

“Yes, Gage. I need you inside me.”

He turns the water off and flings the curtain out of the way. As soon as he lifts me out of the tub, he grabs a towel and dries me off, then himself. Within seconds, I’m back in his arms, being swept to the bed. Gently, he lays me down and removes my wet panties, his hungry stare bringing me to life.

“You have a gorgeous pussy, babe…and it’s mine. All mine.”

Damn, I missed his dirty mouth.

“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful...all of you.”

He leans in and claims my lips, kissing me the way he did before all this shit happened. It’s not the gentle, careful kiss of the past few months but a hungry, passionate mouth-fuck I’d come to love from him. I glide my fingers through his hair, moaning as his hard dick connects with my pussy. He groans and leaves my lips, kissing his way across my cheek and down my neck, stopping at my breasts. Pulling my hardened nipple into his mouth, he sucks while his thumb and index finger torment the other.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

My back arches and he cups both breasts as his lips move down my stomach. I squirm beneath him, desperate to finally feel him inside me.

“Waited so long for this, babe.”

“Then why are you stalling?” I demand impatiently.

His lips stretch into a smile against my skin. “Not stalling, doll. Savoring.”

Fuck. Me.

He spreads my legs and kneels between them, sliding his tongue over his lips.
Baby Jesus, he’s going to lick me.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he stares at me like I’m a juicy steak.

“You’re going to come on my tongue, and then I want to feel that tight pussy clenching on my dick.”

He lowers his head and I fall back on the mattress as his tongue glides between my lips.

“
Gage.
”

Fucking hell! What manner of torture is this? His tongue swirls all over my pussy and he lets out a satisfied moan.

“Sweet…so sweet.” Once again, I feel his lips stretch in a smile. “No monkey bread can compare.”

Before I can say anything, he parts my lips with his fingers and devotes all his attention to my clit. An unintelligible sound comes from the back of my throat and my back arches. He laps at my clit and licks up my juices, sending all kinds of sensations through my body. I writhe beneath him, fighting the urge to cry out.

“If I could bottle this shit, I would,” he mumbles into my pussy.

“Gage,
please
.”

I can’t take it anymore. His tongue, his fingers, his words…they’re driving me insane.

“Ride my face,” he demands.

Oh, God. I roll my hips and his tongue stiffens. He trails it down and slips it past my entrance.

“Oh, my God!”

He moans as I clench my muscles. Reaching up, he massages my breast while sliding a finger inside me.

“Fuck, babe…so tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my dick.”

His tongue becomes more insistent, licking harder, faster, tormenting my clit, and working in perfect harmony with his finger. I can’t hold out any longer. I clamp down on him and he growls.

“Squeeze me, Raven. Come for me.”

“Gage, I’m coming!”

“Come.”

The voice. Holy fucking hell.
The
voice
. It commands my climax, pulling it from me and injecting it with even more intensity. I cry out, my head thrashing side to side as I convulse. He’s unrelenting, licking, sucking, and milking my orgasm for all it’s worth. My body trembles and I scream his name, riding a wave of new and oh-so-addictive pleasure. Once I stop shaking, I open my eyes to see him standing over me. His hand is wrapped tightly around his dick and he’s stroking himself.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Raven. I’m taking what’s mine.”

He re-positions me on the bed and climbs on top of me. Stroking his face, I stare into his eyes. We’ve waited so long for this, been through so much together. I only hope I can satisfy him. He nudges my legs farther apart and pushes at my entrance.

“Are you ready?” He gives me one last chance to back out.

“I’m nervous.”

“I know. I won’t hurt you. I promise. It will probably kill me but if at any time you want to stop, just let me know.”

And with those words, all my fears dissipate. There’s no stopping, not this time. “Take me. I’m yours.”

He pushes forward. The stretch, the pain. He’s big, so big. Too big. I can’t.

“Relax, doll,” he coaxes.

His tongue circles my nipple and then he sinks his teeth into it. I cry out and he grabs my thighs and buries himself deep.

Oh. My. God.