Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3 (21 page)

***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.

***Gage***

There’s no better alarm than your woman’s lips wrapped around your dick, and that’s exactly how Raven wakes me up. When she realizes I’m awake, she smiles up at me and slowly licks the head. With a groan, I prop myself on my elbows to watch her.

“Good morning,” she says as she strokes me.

“Good doesn’t even come close.”

She wraps her lips around the head, sucking as she continues to stroke me. Her beautiful blue eyes are trained on me, fucking me with them, too. I’m fucked. In every way imaginable. I know it because I can’t think about being with anyone else. I can’t even remember enjoying sex this much. Fucking Raven is like a new level, a
heightened
level of pleasure. I’ll never have enough time to do all the things I want to do to her. Every day is a new adventure, a new idea of a way to make her scream my name.
God, I love when she screams my name.

I sit up, holding her hair away from her face so I can see everything she’s doing. She cups my balls and deep-throats my dick. Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last very long. Releasing me, she clamps her lips around me once more, sucking hard as she slides up. She lets go with a pop, immediately taking me into her mouth again. Up and down she bobs, trailing her hand up my stomach then slowly dragging her nails down my abs. My muscles jump and my hips jerk up, the need to fuck her mouth taking over.

“Fuck, babe.”

I think she takes that as a cue because she starts to suck harder. Her tongue swirls from balls to tip before she takes me deep again. My balls tighten, my heart rate spikes, and I feel the blood racing in my veins. I grab her shoulders and drag her to the bed then jump to my feet. I position her so she’s on her back, head hanging over the side, then stick my dick back into her mouth. I pump in and out, palming her breasts through her shirt. She grabs my ass, digging her nails into my flesh. I lean forward, reaching for her pussy, but I know I won’t get her off before I come. I’m too close. I speed up, careful not to go too deep. Curling my hands around her breasts again, I squeeze hard as I erupt in her mouth. She groans, sucking me dry when I stop moving.
Fucking hell. This is definitely the way to start each morning.

She grins up at me when I pull out of her mouth, and I collapse on the bed next to her, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“You’re welcome.” She giggles as she slides out of bed.

“For what? You should be thanking me, doll.”

“Asshole,” she grumbles as she walks into the bathroom.

I chuckle, dragging my ass out of bed and stepping into my boxers. I find her in the bathroom messing with her hair. I observe her, with what must be a silly grin on my face. Before I met her, I never would have thought a woman could make me this happy. And it’s not just the sex. Everything about her fits me. I’m pretty sure God made her especially for me. Honestly, it both excites and worries the fuck out of me.

“You gonna stand there all day with that stupid grin or you gonna brush your teeth?”

“Haven’t decided. With a view like this, brushing my teeth is overrated,” I reply.

She drops her hands and turns her head toward me, raising a brow. “Aren’t you a regular Romeo this morning?”

I walk to the toilet, pulling my dick out on the way. She watches me in the mirror, licking her lips.

“If that’s how Juliet woke him up in the morning, then I totally get the story now.”

She rolls her eyes at me then her gaze drops to my dick. Fuck, she’s going to make me hard again. I waggle my brows at her. “Wanna hold it for me?”

“Perv.”

I laugh, watching as she removes a box from the medicine cabinet and pops a pill. “What’s that?”

“Birth control.”

The moment the words leave her mouth, my gaze slides down to her stomach. As I brush my teeth, I imagine her with a belly, a baby growing inside.
My
baby. A little girl, beautiful like her mom, who I would totally spoil, or a little boy I can teach to ride. I’ve never wanted kids. They’re either targets or will end up as collateral damage. I love them, but I just don’t think my lifestyle is conducive to raising them. I couldn’t imagine a child of mine getting hurt because of me. It would kill me, and I’m man enough to admit that scares the hell out of me. Now, as I stare at Raven, the prospect doesn’t seem so scary. In fact, it’s looking fucking amazing. Raven, pregnant with a little Gage? I think that’s exactly what I need.

Done with my morning routine, I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. “I think I just figured out a way to quiet that smart mouth of yours permanently.”

“How, sew it shut?”

“Put a baby in you.”

She steps out of my arms and spins to face me, mouth hanging open in shock. “What?”

“I said I’m going to put a baby in you. Then you won’t have time to be a smart ass.”

“I thought you didn’t want kids?”

“I didn’t.”

“And now you do?”

“Yeah. With you.” She just stares at me. The shock wears off and then she scrunches up her face, observing me as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious. I take her hand and pull her into my arms. “See? It’s already working.”

She smacks my chest and leans in to me. I lift her onto the sink, step between her legs, and trail my nose along her neck. Fucking love the way she smells.

“So violent,” I tease.

“Gage, be serious.”

“I am.”

“I’m too young for that shit.”

“Says who?” I ask, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her head falls back and she pushes out her chest, thrusting her breasts toward me. I squeeze one as I trail my tongue across her neck. She shivers, her breaths coming out shaky. “You’re my woman, and I want my baby in your belly.”

She replies with a moan, pulling my face to her neck. I lift her shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor. Jesus, my woman is gorgeous. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” I kiss my way down her sternum then devote my attention to her nipples. Her legs tighten around my hips and she whimpers, pulling on my hair. “How do they feel?”

“Better,” she answers on a moan.

As I move down her stomach, she pulls harder on my hair.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What does it look like?”

“No, Gage.”

“The fuck you mean ‘no’?”

“I need a shower.”

“Do I look like I care?” I ask as I press my lips to her stomach.

“Well, I do.”

I get in her face and grab a handful of her hair to keep her eyes on me. This shit needs to stop.

“Why do I have to keep reminding you? Whose pussy is this?”

“
Mine
. And right now, it needs a shower.”

“Fuck what you think. It’s mine and I’ll take it when, where, and how I want.” I pry her legs open and prepare to feast on her sweet pussy, but her trembling voice stops me.

“Gage, please...”

I look up at her and see the nervous expression on her face. It’s fucking borderline scared. Shit. Compromise is the name of the game. She watches me as I plug the sink and fill it half-way.

“What are you doing now?”

I lean in and feel her shiver as I place my lips at her ear. “We’ll do it your way, babe. But then I’m going to eat you in every position I can fucking think of.”