Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3 (15 page)

***Gage***

I zip up my jeans, not only pleased, but extremely pleased with myself. I made good on my promise, her screams and moans still echoing in my ear. She’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ‘I’m drunk and high on an earth-shattering orgasm’ look on her face.

“Jesus. I think I lost a bit of my intelligence with that last one.”

I chuckle as I reach for my shirt.

“I’m serious. You just gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘screwing your brains out’. No wonder these bitches won’t leave you alone.”

“Babe, you know I give zero fucks about bitches.”

“I know…but when you’re handing out orgasms like those? I’m just saying I understand.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her close.

“I still remember my name, though,” she adds with a giggle.

I did tell her she wouldn’t remember her name, didn’t I? “Yeah, doll...but you’ll never forget mine.”

She slides her hand to the back of my neck and pulls me down to her. With a gentle kiss, she whispers, “Never.”

I slip my tongue between her lips, tasting her addictive sweetness. All I want to do is stay in bed with her all day, but I can’t. I break the kiss reluctantly and put some distance between us.

“You should add another class to the curriculum – Advanced Orgasms.”

“I can’t give away
all
my secrets, doll.”

“True…but I think all women should experience what I have since last night.”

“Let’s see…just now, that was three. By my count, that’s seven orgasms I’ve given you in the last twelve hours. Wanna go for a record?”

“I’m down,” she answers eagerly.

“Then it’s on. I’ll wrap up this meeting as soon as I can and come right back.”

She rises on her elbow and the sheet slips, exposing her breasts. My dick jumps. Fuck.

“You sure you can’t postpone it?”

“I’m meeting with some people about E’s place. I won’t be long.”

“Okay,” she says with a hint of disappointment.

I slide my thumb across her nipple and her body quivers. I need to leave. Now. “When I get back, I’m going to fuck these tits.” She falls back on the bed with a sigh and I walk out while I’m still able to.

I meet with contractors, suppliers, and an interior decorator. Half of the time, I wasn’t even paying attention. I hope E doesn’t end up with a strip club with neon pink walls. Fuck me. My mind is back at the clubhouse. I thought I couldn’t stop thinking about her before, but now? Now, she seems to be
all
I think about. She consumes me. I just want to go straight back home and lock us both away from the world then drown myself in her. That’s not good. I can’t let a woman, even Raven, distract me to such degrees. I have things to do, people to take care of. That’s what I tell myself. Then a strong voice says
fuck them all
. Fuck me. I need to get a grip.

It’s early afternoon by the time I head back to the clubhouse. It’s quiet. Now that Ron and Booker are members, I put them to work. Ron wanted to work with cars, so I put him at Chopper’s. With Booker’s size, security was the most logical decision. I’ve mainly assigned him to Raven, though, when I don’t need him for anything else. She has no idea. There are a few Hounds hanging around but without any brothers here, they don’t have much to do.

I turn the knob on the bedroom door, but it’s locked.
What is she doing in there?

“Babe…open up.”

Silence.
Maybe she’s in the bathroom.
I use my key and stop dead in my tracks when I see what’s going on inside. Quickly, I step in, and lock the door behind me. She’s in bed with her earbuds in. That explains why she didn’t hear me. The reason why the door was locked, though, is entirely different. She’s naked. Her knees are drawn up and spread wide, and she’s touching herself. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed. She’s in her own world and doesn’t even realize I’m in the room.

I move to the foot of the bed, grabbing my hard dick. While one hand works her clit, the other squeezes a breast.
Fuck. This is beyond hot
. I release my dick, slowly stroking it as I watch her fingers. I am one lucky son of a bitch. This incredible, beautiful woman is mine. She slides a finger inside her pussy and does something that makes me lose it—she whispers my fucking name. I start ripping off my clothes. Her eyes snap open and she gasps, trying to cover herself, her frantic movements dislodging the earbuds from her ears.

“Gage! What…how long have you been there?”

“On your knees.”

***Raven***

I move into position without a word. His voice and the look in his eyes demand compliance. I can’t believe he caught me masturbating. Not only that, but he stood there watching for God knows how long. I bite into my lip and watch with just a bit of child-like innocence as he undresses. The sexy boxers fall to the ground, leaving him gloriously naked. Baby Jesus. Sheer perfection. He grabs ahold of his dick and squeezes the base. It looks so intimidating – big and…
veiny
.

“Is this what you were thinking about?” he asks.

“Christ, Gage. It looks…scary.”

He gives me that cocky smirk of his. “I believe you did refer to it as a monster on more than one occasion.”

Yeah. The thing is I don’t want to run away from this scary monster. I want to hug it and kiss it and squeeze it and love it forever and ever. And ever.

“Take a good look, babe. It’s going to be putting you to bed every night and waking you up every morning.”

Holy shit. I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I slide my gaze back to his face, and the hunger in his eyes makes the decision for me. Definitely
not
scared.

“Turn around and spread your thighs.”

Once again, I obey his command. The mattress shifts behind me and I begin to quiver, anticipating his touch. With him kneeling behind me, his dick is between my thighs and against my pussy. Shivering breaths overtake me. My body shudders as he trails his fingertips up and down my arms – slow, feather-light touches. Taking his own sweet time, his fingers travel down my sides and around my waist. I lean in to him, about ready to crumble from weakness. He flattens his palms on my stomach and slides them leisurely up to my breasts. My head falls back onto his shoulder and I moan as he begins to massage them.

“I fuckin’ love your body,” he breathes against my ear.

I groan at the loss of contact when he moves away. But then, his face appears between my legs. Fuck.

“Have a seat, doll.”

Oh. Shit
. That night in Lonnie’s kitchen months ago comes rushing back. I guess he was right. I can’t believe I’m going to
sit
on his
face
. Fuck. I lower myself to his lips and he curls his arms around my thighs. His tongue flicks out, sliding up and down my lips. My thighs tremble. Gradually, he increases pace and pressure, swirling all over. All the while, he’s staring up at me as if he’s in his most favorite place in the world. How could that be? This certainly can’t be comfortable for him.
Oh, God. What if I suffocate him?

“Can you breathe?” I ask in a panic.

“Who needs to breathe?” His arms tighten around my thighs and he latches on to my clit.

“Fuck…Gage!”

Shockwaves spread through my body and I have to grab the headboard for support. The harder he sucks, the faster he swirls his tongue. My brain shuts down.

“Baby Jesus.”

His eyes twinkle up at me. He’s enjoying this – the fact that he can do this to me. Who knew anyone could do that with their tongue? It’s like a fucking hurricane going on down there. I grab a handful of his hair, unable to keep my eyes open.

“
Dios
…
coño
…Gage…
mierda
!”

He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? Despite that, he doesn’t miss a beat. He just makes himself more comfortable, sucking the very life out of me.

“
Sí
…
ahí
…right there!”

Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grab the headboard with both hands. I just know it’s going to destroy me. The sensation starts in my toes and works its way up my body. I shiver and my muscles contract. When it hits me, I scream. I scream like it’s bloody murder, my body convulsing. Mr. Hurricane Tongue just keeps going, lapping at my sensitive clit.

“Oh, please…no…please…”

He eases up, but just to blow lightly on my clit. His hands slide up my body and he pinches both nipples as he returns to flailing his tongue mercilessly. He’s trying to kill me. That’s it. Death by orgasm.
Dios mío
.

“Gage…”

Before I even realize what’s happening, I come again. My shuddering body falls forward, no longer able to stay upright. He finally slows down, applying gentle licks with the tip of his tongue.

“I could live down here,” he proclaims.

He slides out from beneath me and I collapse on the bed. I
cannot
move. I seriously don’t want to, either. I don’t have the will or energy. He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs wide.
Oh, dear God.

“Gage, please…” Apparently, he thinks I’m begging for more because his tongue parts my lips. “No…”

“You sensitive, babe?”

He kisses my inner thighs, working his way up to my stomach. There’s a flutter in my belly as he swirls his tongue in my navel.

“No more…”

“No more? What about our deal?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He throws my leg over his shoulder and then he’s pushing his way inside me.

“Raven…”

The sound of his voice is my undoing. It’s like he’s come home. I open my eyes and see his are closed, his lips slightly parted. I place my palm to his cheek and his lids flutter open. Brilliant blue eyes stare into mine intensely.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

My back arches as he sinks deep, giving me all of him. I slide my hands around his neck as he begins to thrust into me slowly.

“I’m addicted to you, babe. A fuckin’ hopeless junkie.”

It hits me like a couple tons of bricks. Deep down, I think I already knew, but now I realize the true depth of what I feel for this man. I love him. I’m
in
love with him. Totally. Unequivocally. Forever. All I want is for him to feel the same.

“
Quiero más de ti
.
Quiero que me ames
.”

I clench my muscles around him. He grunts and works his hips faster, pumping into me.

“
Fuck
. What? What do you want, baby doll? Anything.”

In this moment, I think he’ll promise me the world if I ask for it. But I don’t need the world. I need him.

“
Quiero
…
quiero
…”

“Tell me,” he urges.

He expects me to get out a coherent sentence when he’s slamming into me, pounding on a spot that’s driving me crazy? He pulls back and pushes in, circling his hips. He was right; I can and am going to come again. Changing the angle, his pelvis rubs against my clit. I bite into my lip and claw at his back.

“What do you want, Raven?”

“You!” I shout as I come. “I want you!”

He groans, throws my other leg over his shoulder, and thrusts harder, faster. I can’t really move with the position I’m in or with him pinning me to the bed with his hips, so I do the only thing I can. I grip him with my muscles as hard as possible.
He wants tight, I’ll give him tight.

“Mother…fuck…Raven!” His face contorts as he throws his head back and buries himself to the hilt. “Fuck…me,” he groans.

He places my legs back on the bed and collapses on top of me, breathing raggedly.

“I thought that’s what I just did.”

He raises his head and smiles crookedly at me. “Yeah. You sure did.”

He presses his lips to mine, gently exploring with his tongue. The kiss gets deeper and he reaches up, palming my breast. I feel him getting hard again inside me and push at his chest.

“I need a break.”

He chuckles and pulls out of me, cradling me in his arms once he’s settled next to me. I lay my head on his chest and throw my arm and leg over him. With everything in me, I want to tell him I love him, but I bite my tongue.

“You remember when you told me you hadn’t done
that
in a while?” I ask instead.

“Eat pussy?”

God, he’s gross. I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Yes, that. Why?”

“Can’t do that with just any and everybody, doll.”

“Oh.”

“I remember seeing this stand-up comedian once and he said, ‘ain’t nothing wrong with going downtown, just make sure it’s your city’.”

I look up at him, eyes wide. “So I’m your city?”

“City? Baby doll, you’re my world.”