Tempted (14 page)

I leave the room, close the door, and freeze
as I see Lonnie waiting for me. She scowls, clenching her fists at
her side. I watch her and wait, my resting bitch face firmly in
place.

“I should kick your ass for what you’ve
done,” she snarls.

“I haven’t done anything. It’s not my fault
you’re a slut.”

“Says the slut leaving his bedroom.”

“
I’m
still a virgin. Unlike you, I
don’t need to spread my legs to keep a man’s attention.”

“Bitch!”

She steps toward me, but I don’t budge. I’m
done taking her shit. “Go ahead. What do you think Gage will do
when I tell him? When he sees the bruises?”

She pauses, uncertainty blanketing her
features.

“You saw Mr. Glenn, right?” Her eyes widen in
realization and she steps back. “We’ve never really gotten along,
but I didn’t know you hated me that much. He was going to
rape
me, and you set it up.” At least she has the decency to
look away in shame. “If Gage hadn’t been there that night…”

I shake my head and take a step in her
direction. Her eyes drop to my chest and Gage’s pendant and she
takes another step back in shock. “In a few days, Daddy’s lawyer
will be here with the papers for me to sign. After that, we’ll be
nothing but strangers. I no longer have a sister.” I push past her,
but her next words stop me.

“I never did.”

I turn around slowly, my emotions flittering
between hurt and anger. The look on her face tells me she’s
serious. These are not fighting words. This is how she feels, how
she’s always felt.

“What have I ever done to you, Lonnie? Why do
you hate me so much?”

“I don’t know why Papa was so in love with
your
gringa
puta
of a mother. All she did was spit
you out and run back to her bougie parents.”

“What does that have to do with
anything?”

“Before you,
I
was Papa’s princess.
Then you came along, and I didn’t matter anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

“How would you know?” She asks, folding her
arms under her breasts. “You were too busy being Daddy’s little
girl to notice how he treated me.”

That does it. She can bash me all she likes,
but there’s no way I’m going to let her talk shit about Daddy. To
say she was a problem child would be putting it mildly. Before she
left there was a rumor going around that she was hooking on 8th
Street. Now I see it could have totally been true. At some point,
Daddy just gave up when he realized he couldn’t reach her.

“That’s a fucking lie. Daddy loved us both.
You’re the one who was a constant bitch, who did nothing but
disappoint him at every turn. If he treated you differently, you
have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I blame you!” She shouts. “You always take
everything away from me.”

“What have I taken from you?”

“Even in death, Papa chose you, leaving you
almost everything. Now, you come here and you steal Gage from
me.”

“You’re delusional. Gage was never
yours.”

Her eyes begin to tear up and I almost feel
sorry for her. Almost. I can’t believe all her hatred toward me is
based on jealousy.

“It was only a matter of time before he
realized how much I love him.”

“How was he going to do that when you’ve been
fucking everything with two legs?”

She blinks away the tears and moves closer,
getting in my face.

“Gage is a man. A man with the appetite of a
hundred men. A little girl like you won’t know what to do with him.
He’ll realize that soon enough and send you back to the playground
where you belong.”

“And you think he’s going to come running to
you? Even if that happens, he’ll
never
want you. Get that
through your thick skull. Grow up and get a clue while you’re at
it. I may be younger, but you’re the one behaving like an errant
child. I’m only going to say this once –
stay
away from
me
.”

I spin on my heels and leave the clubhouse,
searching the crowd for Gage. Allah has set up his equipment
outside and is in his element. I spot Gage sitting on a table next
to Dr. E, but there’s some half-naked, blonde trick standing
between his legs. She’s pushing her tits in his face and running
her fingers down his chest.
Fuck that. I need to set some
boundaries here. This shit is not happening in my presence.
Gage smirks at me as he watches my approach. He wants to see how
I’ll handle it. I tap the bitch on her shoulder and she turns to
me, her smile fading.

“Excuse me. You’re in my spot.”

I motion for her to run along, and she looks
between me and Gage in confusion.

“Are you…is she serious?”

“You heard her. Move, bitch.” Gage tells
her.

There’s an uproar of “Oh!” from the men
closest to us and she staggers back in shock. I don’t know how it
got to Allah so quickly, but he starts to play Ludacris’ “Move
Bitch”. I lean against him and he wraps his arms around me.
Everyone is staring at us. As Lonnie walks out of the clubhouse, I
decide to take it a bit further. These hoes need to get the message
– he’s mine. I turn around, snake my arms around his neck, and pull
him down for a kiss.

Suck on that, bitches.

“I have something for you.”

“I know. You just won’t give it to me,” Raven
says with a scowl.

“Jesus. The closer we get to your birthday,
the more of a sex fiend you become.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Just look in the glove compartment. There’s
an envelope in there.”

She sighs and pulls out the envelope with the
little blue bow.

“What’s this?”

“Early birthday present. Open it.”

She removes the tickets from the envelope and
I watch as her eyes go wide.

“Oh, my God…oh, my God…”

“You like him, right? He’s the one always
playing on your phone?”

She screams in excitement and bounces in her
seat.

“Pull over!”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

I pull over, park, and turn to her. She
unbuckles her seat belt and climbs into my lap. Her lips are all
over my face, a “thank you” coming out between each kiss.

“You’re welcome, babe.”

“You are
so
getting a blowjob for
this.”

“Shit. Who else you like?”

She giggles and moves into her seat as I pull
back onto the road.

“I’ll give you a list. Why are there four
tickets?”

“I thought you’d want to take Chrissy. The
other one is for Ron.”

“Awesome! But…these are for tonight. Gage!
You couldn’t give me a little notice?”

“We might have to stay overnight, so pack a
bag.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket, and
pretty soon I hear Chrissy screaming on the other end. I pull into
her driveway just as she hangs up.

“Okay. She’s gonna come over, so you can pick
us up here.”

“Got it.”

“Where’s my kiss?” I ask as she reaches for
the door. She rolls her eyes and pecks me on the cheek. I grab the
back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. I tease them with my
tongue until she grants me entrance. Before I can slip inside, she
pulls away, drawing a shaky breath.

“Three days, Gage.
Three
days
.
Can you believe it?”

“I know.”

“Seems like I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Tell me about it. Maybe we should go away
somewhere…just the two of us. Go lay up on a beach for a few
days.”

“Yeah, we could make love under a palm
tree.”

Make love.
Usually, those words would
make my skin itch. But not coming from her. The dreamy expression
in her eyes makes me want to give that to her. The problem is, I
don’t know how.

“We can
fuck
under a palm tree.”

She glares at me and pushes me away. “You
just had to go and be nasty.
Bye
.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven!” I shout just as
she slams the car door.

I wait until she’s inside then drive off.
From three months to three days. I can’t believe I made it. I can’t
believe I made it with no pussy. Well, the last six weeks since we
got together anyway. Shit. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself and
come too quickly. I guess I just need to make sure I take care of
her first.

When I get to the clubhouse, I find Ron
waiting for me. I toss the car keys to Booker as I pass him. “Get
it washed, will ya?”

“Sure thing, Prez.”

They’ve both been great so far. I think it’s
about time I put their membership to a vote. Especially Ron. I
don’t know what I would have done without him these past few
weeks.

I shower and pull on some black jeans, a
white shirt, and black Timbs. I actually comb my hair, remembering
how Raven looked at me that night at Scythe. I also wear her
favorite cologne. I grab my wallet and black, leather jacket and
head out.

“Wanna take the Mustang?” Ron asks.

“Nah. The Charger. You drive.”

The girls are on the porch, waiting when we
arrive. We lean on the car and wait for them at the end of the
driveway.

“Oh…
shit
,” Ron whispers next to
me.

They’re wearing the same outfit – little
black skirts that barely cover their asses and some crisscross
contraption of a top that has their tits popping out.

“Go change,” we say at the same time.

The girls look at each other then burst out
laughing. Raven opens the back door and gives me a defiant
look.

“We’ll be late. Let’s go.”

Fuck me.
I toss their bags in the
trunk and slide in next to her while Ron and Chrissy take the
front. She settles under my arm and places her head on my chest.
Every now and then, she takes a deep breath and releases it
slowly.

“You’re like a little puppy. Always sniffing
me.”

“Because you smell amazing,” she and Chrissy
say in unison.

“Okay, you two spend
way
too much time
together,” Ron says as they laugh.

“Look who’s talking. The ‘go change’ twins.
Don’t worry, baby. You smell amazing, too,” Chrissy says.

By the time we get to the venue, they can
barely contain their excitement. They’ve put on jackets, but that
does nothing to curb the interested stares. I drape my arm around
Raven’s shoulder and pull her close to me. There’s no way she’s
leaving my sight tonight. She leans against me as we wait for the
show to start.
Damn, she feels good.
She raises her phone
above us and tells me to smile. After she takes the picture, I
watch her post it to Instagram.

The show starts and she steps away from me.
When the guy comes on stage, all the women lose their fucking
minds. Including mine. She and Chrissy are screaming, their phones
trained on the stage.
At least she’s happy. That’s all that
matters.
After a few songs, I have to admit the guy isn’t bad.
He starts the song Raven had as a ringtone and she stands
transfixed, just staring up at him. When he gets to the chorus, she
starts to sway. I take her hand and pull her back into my arms.

She presses her ass against my crotch and
slowly rolls her hips. I move her hair to the side and feel her
shiver as I kiss behind her ear. She places a hand on the back of
my neck and grinds harder. I squeeze her thigh as my dick starts to
harden. I hear a soft moan as I slide my fingers under her skirt.
I’m so close, I can feel her heat. Before I can move my hand, she
bends her knees and my fingers slip. They connect with the crotch
of her panties. The wet crotch of her panties.
Fuck!
I pull
my hand away as if I’d been burned. She turns around and stares up
at me. Looking into her eyes, everything clicks into place in my
mind. I know exactly what I’m getting her for her birthday.

***Raven***

Toni is freaking out. I sent her some videos
and pictures from the show, and she is losing her mind. Not to
mention it’s the first time she’s seen Gage, so she’s berating me
for not fucking him yet.

“Who are you texting at this hour?” Gage
asks, annoyance in his voice.

“Toni.”

“Who the fuck is Tony and why are you texting
him?”

I roll my eyes as I resign myself to the fact
that all men are the same. “
Toni
. I’ve told you about
her
.
She’s
my Miami Chrissy.”

“Oh.”

“She wants to come visit. Says she wants a
big, bad biker, too.”

“Well, we have plenty of those around here.
Can she come for your birthday? I’ll buy her ticket.”

“You will?”

“Sure.”

He grimaces as I scream and climb onto his
lap. Chrissy and Ron laugh, but I don’t care. I text Toni and she
replies with a “Hell yeah!”

“Aaah! She said ‘yes’. Thank you. This is
going to be the best birthday ever!”

“Babe.”

His voice is strained, so I furrow my brows
at him in confusion. He glances down and so do I. With me
straddling him, my skirt rode all the way up and he has a very nice
view of my lady bits. I give him a sheepish smile and slide back
into the seat, pulling my skirt down.

We stop at Waffle House and then Gage gets us
two rooms at a hotel. I wanted to stay with him but he decided it
would be best if Chrissy and I share a room. Just a few more days
and we don’t have to worry about appearances. We’re beat, so
Chrissy and I shower and crawl into our beds. Just as I’m nodding
off, the room door opens. Chrissy lets Ron in and shushes him.

“Raven’s sleeping,” she whispers.

They climb into bed and under the covers and
I think they’re going to sleep. That is, until I hear a moan.
No, Baby Jesus. Tell me they’re not going to have sex with me in
the room.

“No. You’ll wake her up.”

“Please, baby. I need you.”

Shit. The desperation in his voice
makes
me
want to fuck him.