Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (15 page)

Gage

We stop at one of the rest areas on I-75, and I check my phones. There are a few on the burner from Mission—the president in Jacksonville—that I answer first. The whole point of going down there is to help him. Somehow, their warehouse where they store the pain meds was compromised. With the system Tek installed, that should have never happened. They lost a big chunk of their supply, which affects my chapter, too. After shit went down with the Black Snakes, I brokered a deal between Mission and Ace, the Snakes’ president. Jacksonville supplies the meds, the Snakes distribute in Mississippi, and Georgia gets sixty percent of the profits for two years. After what his boys did, Ace is lucky I didn’t kill him and his entire club. He got off easy.

There are two messages on my personal phone
—
one from Charger that he’s in place, and the other from my baby doll. I read hers with a smile. I fucking love this woman.

Gage: Distance means nothing, because you are everything – Gage Hunter.

Raven: That was beautiful! I miss you.

Before I can reply, another text comes in.

Raven: P.S. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. Come home.

Gage: I’ll be home soon.
 

“You’re such a fucking lovesick puppy,” E says as he approaches. “Come on, man. Let’s go.”

“Maybe Raven was right. You jealous, bro?”

“Dickhead. We gotta get back on the road.”

I laugh as I swing my leg over my bike. I think I need to get E laid.

***

I walk around the almost empty warehouse, shaking my head. The fuckers not only stole the merchandise, they trashed the place. I called Ace and he said he’d come down with a few of his boys tomorrow. I still have no idea how the fuck this happened.

“Whoever it was, took out the cameras,” Mission says next to me. “I haven’t told anyone else, but that fingerprint scanner your boy installed? Says it was Thorn who entered that night.”

“Your VP? Where is he?”

“No clue. Been MIA since the day before the break-in.”

“No leads on where he could be?” I ask.

“Got some of the guys looking into it but nothin’ yet.”

“Okay, Mission. Keep looking.”

I pat his shoulder and make my way over to Tek, who’s bent over his laptop as usual. His brows are furrowed in concentration, and his tongue is fiddling with his left labret piercing. Motherfucker got two of them a few months back. “Snake bites” he calls them.

“Talk to me, Tek.”

“Well, they
did
take out the cameras. Just not the important ones.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, lowering my voice and moving next to him so I can see the screen.

“Most of the cameras I put up were for show. I have four hidden outside; front, back, and both sides. I also put a few on the inside. I’m the only one with access to those.”

“So you caught everything?” I ask optimistically.

“Yep,” he answers with a smug grin.

“Brother, every day I get more and more grateful for your paranoia.”

He brings up the video and we watch as a masked figure goes around the building, shooting out the cameras. When he’s done, six other masked men show up.

“Zoom in,” I tell Tek when I notice one of them removing an object from a messenger bag.

Fuck. It’s a motherfucking hand. If Mission finds Thorn, I doubt he’ll be alive. Too bad. He was a good man. The men on the monitor use the hand to get in, and shoot out the interior cameras. A box truck backs up to the entrance and they start packing it up. They couldn’t have been here for more than ten minutes
—
in and out.

“You get the plates on the truck?” I ask.

“Yep.”

“Good. Work your magic. I’m gonna go talk to Mission.”

Mission isn’t too happy with the news I give him. He’s upset about his VP, but also because he didn’t know about the other cameras.

“I didn’t know either, man. But that’s why Tek handles all my security issues. The way they moved, they knew exactly where those cameras were. I think they may have tortured your guy before cutting his hand off.”

He winces, clenching his fists at his side. “They’re gonna pay for this, Reaper.”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here. We need to find another warehouse, too.”

“I got eyes on a place. I’ll talk to the owner in the morning.”

“Good.”

“Boss!” Tek shouts from across the room. “Got something!”

“Already? That boy’s not good; he’s amazing,” Mission says, impressed.

“Told you. He’s the best.”

We both head over to where Tek is set up, and he starts reeling off what he found.

“Truck is registered to a shell corporation. Lots of legal shit but I tracked it back to Hector Ramirez. Wannabe drug kingpin from Miami. Seems he’s looking to expand and is taking out all the competition. I got a traffic cam putting him in the area two days ago.”

“What’s his set-up like?” I ask.

“Didn’t find much else but I have a guy I can call to find out more.”

“Make the call.”

He nods and walks away, punching numbers on his phone. I catch myself yawning, realizing just how tired I am. I guess that ride took its toll on me. Checking my watch, I see it’s 1:22 a.m.

“Come on,” Mission squeezes my shoulder. “Let’s get you back to the clubhouse so you can get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow’s gonna be a busy day.”

It’s after two when we arrive. Mission likes his privacy, and this place is an old estate
—
not another house around for miles. It belonged to his old lady’s agoraphobic uncle, and is surrounded by twelve-foot high walls, and gates that would take a tanker to get through. When the man died, his niece was the only family he had, so the property went to her. She sold it to the MC for pennies on the dollar, and Mission had his perfect clubhouse. I lock the door to my room and take a quick shower before dropping into the huge bed. They didn’t change much of the décor, so the place looks more like a hotel, with four poster beds and paintings on the wall.

I reach for my phone and dial Raven, needing to hear her voice before I go to sleep.

“Hello.”

“Babe.”

“Hi.”

“Did I wake you?” I ask.

“No.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

This is not the Raven I know
—
monosyllabic answers and gloomy voice. She hasn’t sounded like this since after she was attacked. Something’s wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Raven. Tell me.”

“I just… I miss you. That’s all.”

“I’ll be home soon, babe.”

“’Kay. Do you miss me?”

“Wish you were here. This big bed feels kinda cold.”

“Is that all you miss me for? My warmth?”

“Among other things.”

I hear a soft giggle at the other end and settle in under the covers. The sound, along with the thought of her there in my bed, makes me instantly hard.

“What are you wearing?”

“One of your T-shirts.”

Fuck. “What else?”

“Just panties.”

Her breathing gets ragged, and I grab my dick through my sweats. Suddenly, I’m not so tired.

“Take them off.”

“Everything?” she asks.

“Just the panties.”

I hear her fumbling around, and I head to the bathroom, grabbing some tissue.

“They’re off.”

“Touch yourself for me. Use my shirt.”

I climb back under the covers, releasing my dick when I hear the first moan. I stroke it slowly, picturing her legs spread wide, my shirt rubbing her clit.

“Tell me what you’re doing, baby doll. Draw a picture for me.”

“Just like you taught me…” She draws a sharp breath. “Circles on my clit.”

“Good girl.” I know how much she loves it when I say that, and it has the desired effect. She lets out a long moan. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“Gotta be more specific, doll. What do you want me to do?”

“Lick me,” she whispers.

“Where?” I stroke faster, closing my eyes and thinking about her taste.

“You know where.”

“Say it,” I command.

“My pussy. Lick my pussy, Gage,” she says in a soft voice.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me. I just want to bury my head between your thighs and never come up for air.”

“Gage….”

My breathing accelerates as her moans grow louder. If she keeps it up, I won’t last much longer.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“So wet… Your shirt is soaked.”

“Fuck, babe. Slide your middle finger inside. Tell me —”

There’s a knock on my door and I swear I would put a million voodoo curses on the motherfucker if I knew how.

“I’ll be right back, Raven.
Don’t
finish without me.”

I tuck my dick back into my sweats and open the door, using it to hide my erection. Motherfucking Tek. I swear this man never sleeps.

“What’s up, Tek?”

“Ramirez has a cook shop in the Glades, and a spot in Miami for storage. He has a tight knit group. His closest guys are up here with him. Everyone else is disposable.”

“Good job. I’ll talk to Mission and Ace in the morning and work out a plan.”

“Okay, boss.”

“Get some sleep, Tek.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, boss.”

I lock the door and head back to the bed, picking up my phone.

“Babe?” She doesn’t answer, but I know she’s there. “What did you do?”

“I…” she begins timidly. “I finished.”

“I told you not to.”

“I know. I just… I couldn’t stop.”

“You’ve been jonesing for a spanking and trust me, you just earned one.”

She giggles. Fucking giggles! My fingers twitch. It’s been too long since I’ve seen my palm printed on her ass.

“Close your eyes,” she whispers.

“Why?”

“Please?”

With a deep sigh, I give in. “Fine.”

“Now, imagine I’m there. I’m on top of you… naked.”

Fuck. I grab my dick, releasing it once more.

“I’m massaging my breasts, pulling on my nipples the way you like.”

“Keep going,” I tell her as I stroke myself from base to tip.

“Do you want my mouth or pussy?”

“Pussy. Ride me, babe.”

“I’m sliding down your dick, moaning as you go deeper. You’re so big, baby. It hurts… but in a good way.”

I groan as the image in my head becomes more vivid. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was actually here. I stroke faster.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” she continues. “Only for you, Gage.”

“Fuck, Raven.”

“I’m gliding back and forth, my muscles tightening around you. Can you feel me?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“I’m yours. All yours.”

“Fuckin’ right,” I groan. “My pussy.”

“I’m moving faster now. I want you to come. Come inside me, Gage. Come inside your pussy.”

“Fuck!”

The phone falls from my fingers as I scramble to find the tissue. At the last moment, I grab it and press it to the head of my dick, feeling my cum spurt out in short bursts. Fucking hell. I pick the phone back up, placing it at my ear as I dispose of the tissue.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” I ask playfully.

“I know what my man likes.”

“You got that right.”

“When are you coming home?”

“Maybe another day or two. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

“Okay. Get some sleep. You sound tired.”

“You, too, doll.”

“’Kay.”

“Gimme a kiss.”

“Mmmuah!” she gets out while trying to control her giggles.

“Now put some tongue in it.”

She bursts out laughing. “You’re crazy!”

“But you love me, though.”

“I do. Maybe I’m crazy, too.”

“We’ll be crazy together,” I tell her.

“Definitely.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe.”

“Yep. I love you.”

“Me, too.”

Raven

I rush to my phone when I hear “Forever Yours”
—
Gage’s ringtone. I haven’t heard from him all day and I was worried. I’m a mess whenever he goes out on club business because I never know what he’ll get into.

“Hello!”

“Hey, doll.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Got some good news.”

“You’re coming home?” I ask excitedly.

“Tomorrow. We’re gonna rest up tonight and head out in the morning.”

“Thank God!”

He lets out an amused chuckle.

“The Snakes are riding with us. They’re spending the night in Stony View and we’re gonna show ’em some hospitality. We’re going straight to the clubhouse so I’ll have Charger drop you off. You’re on my bike back home.”

“What time?”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

My man is finally coming home and I couldn’t be happier. It’s only been four days but it seemed like forever. We spend an hour on the phone, and then, for the first time since he’s been gone, I fall asleep easily.

***

We pull into the clubhouse and it’s like a beehive. There are Dealers and Snakes scattered all over the courtyard, and bitches moving around like kids in a candy store. While I’m scanning the crowd for Gage, Chopper walks over, pulling me into his arms.

“How’s my future daughter-in-law?”

“I’m good, Chopper. Once I find your son, I’ll be great.”

“What’s this ‘Chopper’ business?” he asks. “You call me ‘Dad’ from now on.”

I’m absolutely dumbfounded. He’s always acted like a father to me but I’ve never thought of calling him anything other than his name.

“Okay…
Dad
.”

It’s going to take some getting used to, and I’m sure it will be a while before I’m comfortable with it. The word brings my father to mind, so it’s weird. I grab my arm, massaging the spot where I have Daddy’s name and badge number tattooed. It just feels like I’m cheating on him with Chopper. Like I said—weird.

“Good.” He gives me a proud smile. “And my son is out back by the fire.”

“Thanks.”

Ron grabs my hand, leading me as we weave our way through the mass of people. We get to the back of the clubhouse, and even though it’s dark, I spot him right away. I tug my hand away from Ron’s grasp.

“Thanks, Farmer,” I say with a smile, referencing Kevin Costner’s character from
The
Bodyguard
.

“No problem, Rachel.”

He grins and walks away. I made him watch the movie with me the last time he had bodyguard duty, so it’s become our thing. As I approach Gage, I notice he’s with the Snakes president and some other men, so I stop and watch him for a while.
God, he’s beautiful
. As he jokes around with the other men, I decide I need to get my shit together. I can’t afford to lose him. I won’t.

Our eyes meet, and he blesses me with a gorgeous smile. I give him a questioning look, seeking permission, and he waves me forward. I run into his arms and he picks me up, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. I moan as his tongue storms into my mouth. Nothing about this kiss is gentle. It tells me the days we were apart were just as hard on him as they were on me. I wrap my legs around his hips and return it with equal fervor. Reaching down, he grabs my ass and pulls me to him, pressing my crotch against his. A few throats being cleared drag me out of my haze, and I break away from him, looking around. The Snakes president smirks at me, and all the others are wearing Cheshire cat grins. I used to be embarrassed, but not anymore. As Gage would say, I give zero fucks.

Chuckling, he places me back on my feet.

“I take it that’s your old lady?” One of the Snakes asks.

I roll my eyes.
Gee, I wonder what gave me away? The kiss or my cut?
Gage introduces me to the men, but the only one who sticks is Ace, the president of the other MC. He’s hot
—
full head of dark hair, gorgeous grey eyes, and a scruffy beard. He’s still smirking as I lean against Gage, my back to his front.

“Hi, guys.”

I forget about them all once again, when Gage buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. Turning to face him, I slide my arms around his waist, getting a healthy whiff of him. I rest my chin on his chest, raising my gaze to meet his blue-eyed stare.

“Hey, little bird.”

“Hey.”

“You know,” Ace interrupts. “My old lady is the same way. Can’t keep her hands off me.”

“Lucky you,” I tell him.

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“You have a woman who loves you.”

Gage’s arm tightens around me and Ace nods in agreement.

“You’re right, darlin’. I think you and Dyna would like each other. She’s on her way… should be here any minute.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth, than I see him smile and jerk his head at someone behind me. A hot blonde throws herself in his arms, planting her lips on his. He’s right. I like this girl already. When they break apart, he introduces us.

“Dyna, that’s Gage, the Dealers’ president, and his old lady Raven.”

“Dana,” she extends her hand to me with a smile. “Sometimes I think he forgets that’s my actual name.”

“Tell me about it. This one calls be ‘babe’ and ‘doll’ like he can’t remember mine.”

“
Babe
,” Gage chuckles behind me. “Why don’t you take
Dana
and show her around?”

Dana and I burst out laughing and I take her hand as we walk away. I know that’s just code for “run along, little ladies. The men are going to talk.” I lead her into the clubhouse, looking around for any of the girls. Aunt Nita is bustling around, making sure everyone has food on their plate and a drink in their hand. When I spot Ellen at the bar, I head in her direction.

“Hey, Ellen!”

“Hey, girl. Thank God you’re here. I was about to lose my mind.”

“With all these hot guys running around here?” Dana asks.

“Ellen, this is Dana. She’s Ace’s old lady.” I turn to Dana. “Ellen is Gage’s sister.”

After we get through the pleasantries, the other two women start drinking. I stick to soda, knowing Gage doesn’t like it when I drink.

“So, Ellen… Dana was right. Why haven’t you snagged one of these men?”

“I’m Chopper’s daughter and Gage’s sister. That’s enough to keep them at bay. That or they still see me as Eddie’s old lady. None of them will touch me.”

“Bummer,” Dana says as she sips her drink.

“Tell me about it. It’s not like I’m looking for a patch.” She leans in close. “I just want to get laid.”

I look around the room, and my eyes instantly lock on to Dr. E.
He’d be perfect for Ellen!

“What about Dr. E? Seems if there’s anyone who wouldn’t be afraid of Chopper or Gage, it would be him.”

They both follow my gaze, and Ellen tips her head to the side, regarding him carefully.

“That cute one in the corner?” Dana asks.

“Yep,” I answer. “That’s him.”

“And he’s a doctor? Like a real doctor?”

“A Gynecologist.”

“Fuck, girl. I say go for it. I bet he could teach you a thing or two.”

As Dana and I laugh, a smile forms on Ellen’s lips.

“I never thought about it,” she says. “You might be right, though. Einstein would be perfect.”

Dana loses her mind when “Pour Some Sugar On Me” comes through the speakers, grabbing our hands and pulling us to the middle of the bar. She positions Ellen between us and winks at me. I nod, realizing her game. We need to catch Dr. E’s eye. I drop low, switching my hips as I get back up, rubbing up on Ellen. Turning around, I see we’ve acquired an audience
—
the target included. However, I can’t tell if he’s just looking because everyone else is, or if he’s watching her. He could be watching Dana for all I know, so I move Ellen into his direct line of sight. We become a blur of hair flashing, lip and fingertip-biting sexiness, getting the men all riled up. I guess the noise brought in people from outside, because I see Gage and Ace walking in, Ron and Chrissy on their heels. I wave her over and she jumps right into the mix.
I fucking love my friends!

Allah starts the song all over and Dana screams. Ellen slides her hand through her hair, rolling her hips and making eyes at Dr. E. Someone grabs my wrist, and I know it’s Gage before I even look in his direction. I twirl, pressing my ass against him, rolling my hips as I bend at the waist. He curls his hand over my shoulder, pulling me to him. His hard dick connects with my pussy, and I grind harder. When he pulls away, I know our little dance is over. I take his hand and he leads me to his room. On the way there, Chopper’s door opens, and Millie steps out, laughing and fixing her top.

“Oh, Remington. You’re such a tease.”

Remington?
When Chopper walks up behind her, my eyes open wide in shock. Gage tugs on my hand and I smile to myself as we continue.
You go, Millie!

As soon as Gage closes the door, he turns me so I’m facing the wall, and pushes me against it. His breath is warm on my ear as he leans in. I forget all about Millie and Chopper.

“Hands on the wall.”

His voice is laced with desire, but I also hear a hint of anger. Fuck. Our little show made him mad. I lay my palms flat on the wall as he drags my skirt over my hips.

“Are you mad at me?”

He doesn’t answer, only reaching around me to slip his hand into my panties. I push back against him, moaning as he presses on my clit. My thighs tremble as his fingers begin to move in those glorious circles.

“Just giving you what you’ve been begging for.”

He lands a stinging slap to my right ass cheek and I draw in a surprised breath. The hand that just caused the pain, slides under my blouse and up my stomach, to tug my bra down. He pinches my nipple, groaning into my neck. When he slips a finger inside me, I roll my hips, impatient to have his dick there instead.

“Please….”

He releases me, but only to turn me around. As he falls to his knees, he hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them down. After I step out of them, he tucks them in his pocket. Grabbing my leg, he throws it over his shoulder. I stare down at him, my chest rapidly rising and falling in anticipation. His eyes meet mine as he leans forward and licks my clit.

“Oh, God!”

My knee threatens to buckle, but he grabs the back of my thigh, keeping me upright. My head falls back against the wall, and I cry out as he slides two fingers inside me. I palm the back of his head, grinding on his tongue as it flails on my clit. His fingers move in, out, and around, driving me to the brink. With my climax just within reach, he pulls away.

“No,” I groan. “Don’t stop.”

Rising to his feet, he grabs the back of my head, and his lips crash into mine. As his tongue lashes out, he leads me to the bed. His breathing is ragged, and as I place my hand on his chest, I feel his heart thundering beneath my fingertips.

“All fours, babe,” he mumbles against my lips.

I climb onto the bed, getting into position. My body shivers when I hear his belt being undone. Grasping my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. His hand glides over the patch on my cut, then he pushes it and my blouse up, revealing the tattoo on my back. Sliding his fingers farther up, he fists his hand in my hair, close to the scalp, and gives it a tug. Then, without warning, he smacks the area just below my ass cheek.

“Yes…” I shudder as he repeats the action on the other side. “That feels so good.”

He pushes my head down and around, then pulls it back toward him in one motion, slapping my cheeks in quick succession. I moan, unable to contain the pleasure.

“Just like that, baby,” I encourage him.

Releasing my hair, he slides his hand back down to my hip.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Fuck me, Gage.”

He tightens his grip on my hip, and I feel the other between our bodies as he grabs his dick. Without hesitation, he sinks deep inside me with one quick thrust. I cry out, grabbing the sheets.

“Heaven,” he mumbles.

He begins to move, smacking my ass after every couple of thrusts. I move with him, going forward when he pulls back, then meeting him when he slides in. Contracting my muscles, I keep them locked around him as I roll my hips. He growls, sinking his fingers into my hips and keeping me steady. Reaper comes out in full force, and he pounds into my willing body. I scream; I can’t help it. But he doesn’t let up. I press my face into the bed, using it to muffle my sounds.

“Come on, Raven.” He grunts as he slaps my ass.

He’s close, but he wants me to get there before him. Reaching down, I rub my clit. It gives me the push I need, and in no time, I’m convulsing around him.

“Gage!”