Tempted (15 page)

“Okay…but be quiet.”

I’m lying on my back, so I can pretty much
see the movement under the blanket. I don’t want to move and alert
them, but I also feel like a perv. Chrissy’s trying to be quiet but
even if I was asleep, I would have heard her. Ron tosses the
blanket back and kneels on the bed. He reaches into his back pocket
as she works on his button and zipper. I swallow a gasp when she
pulls his dick out of his pants. She’d told me he was packing, but
good Lord.
You go, Ron!
I watch with appreciation as he
rolls on a condom and tells her to turn around.
Oh, God. What
should I do? I shouldn’t be watching this. Most of all, I
should
not
be turned on!
But I am. I can’t help it. I
clench my fists at my sides to stop myself from sliding my fingers
into my panties.

Ron holds on to her hips and slowly slides
inside her. My muscles clench as I think about Gage doing the same
thing to me. I think about him pumping into me the way it’s
happening right next to me. The pulsing in my clit gets harder to
bear. Ron reaches up and grabs her hair, pulling her head back as
he moves a little faster. I try to keep my breathing even, but I
don’t think I’m very successful. Thank God they’re not paying
attention to me. He throws his head back, lost in pleasure as
Chrissy meets his thrusts. He grabs her hips, steadies her, and
thrusts deep, holding the position. She cries out, unable to keep
quiet. I really can’t ignore that. Ron jerks his head in my
direction and tries to pull the blanket around them.

“Great, guys. Traumatize me, won’t you?”

“Oh, God, Ray. I’m sorry!”

Ron chuckles as I wrap my blanket around
myself and head for the door. “Have fun,” I tell them.

Luckily, we got adjacent rooms. I knock on
the door and a confused and shirtless Gage opens up. He looks
beyond me out into the hallway.

“Are you okay?”

I push past him and toss my blanket on Ron’s
bed, the untouched one, and climb into Gage’s.

“Those two can’t keep their hands off each
other for one night.” He chuckles as he joins me, pulling me into
his arms. I lay my head on his chest and throw my leg over his.
“Can you keep a secret?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Pinky
swear.”

“I promise, babe.”

“I watched them.”

“Ron and Chrissy?”

“Yeah…until they got too loud to ignore,
anyway. They thought I was asleep.”

“You bad, bad girl.”

He chuckles and trails his fingers up my
thigh. The stirring between my legs returns. “I thought about
you…about us.”

“Soon.
Very
soon.”

“I know. Two more sleeps.”

“I hope you won’t mind leaving your party
early, but we’re out that bitch at midnight like Cinderella.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll drag you to a
closet if I have to.”

He squeezes my thigh and takes a deep breath.
I feel him getting hard against my knee.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks.

“Yeah. You?”

“It was a’ight. I see why you like that
tattoo song. Plus, it’s kind of our story, don’t you think?”

Our story. We have a story and we have a
song.
I need to remember to add it to my Gage playlist. My
heart beats faster, threatening to burst out of my chest. His hand
is now on my ass, tracing the edge of my panties. I slide my leg
over until I’m sitting on top of him.

“So…I’m the only one you want kissing your
tattoos?”

“What do you think?”

I lean down and place a soft kiss on the word
“death” printed on his sternum then move across to the word
“dealers”. He draws in a sharp breath. I slowly travel down his
chest, kissing and licking at his ink. He groans as I suck on his
nipple. I slide my tongue up the words on his stomach and bite into
his flesh. His body jerks, but he doesn’t stop me. He’s so hard I
can barely find anything for my teeth to hold on to. I trail little
kisses up both his arms before he flips over and settles between my
legs.

“You’re driving me crazy, Raven.”

“Fair’s fair. You do the same to me.”

He moves to the side, leaving one leg between
mine. His fingers crawl up my inner thigh but stop at the edge of
my panties. I moan as he makes small circles on my skin.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Baby Jesus in the manger.
My breathing
accelerates as I pull my T-shirt up. I stare at him as he watches
my hand disappear into my panties.

“Are you wet?”

Wet? It’s Niagara Falls down there.
“Yes.”

“Let me see.”

I roll my fingers around then show him my
glistening digits. He takes my hand and sucks on my fingers one by
one. I think I feel myself gush even more.

“Fuck, babe. I knew you’d taste good.”

He covers my hand with his and slides it back
into my underwear, keeping his fingers on top of mine while I touch
myself. He moves the tip of my middle finger to my clit and presses
down. My hips jerk, and I whimper.

“Circles…right here,” he instructs.

I follow his order as he bites my nipple
through my shirt. It sends a zing of current through my body and I
shudder. He continues to guide my movements, touching me but not
really touching me. I can’t hold back the sounds escaping me.

“Gage…”

He kisses me deeply, his tongue taking over
my mouth. My thighs tremble as he uses my own fingers to deliver
excruciatingly maddening sensations. I begin to writhe against him
as I feel my orgasm in the distance.

“Keep going.”

He removes his hand and kneels between my
legs, kissing up my inner thighs and sucking on my skin.

“Oh, God, Gage.”

“That’s it, doll. Make that pussy come for
me.”

I can’t stay still. I grind against my
fingers as he sucks on my thighs. He’s so close…if only he would
just push my panties aside and replace my fingers with his tongue.
I massage my breast with my free hand, twirling the nipple.

“You smell so good,” he mumbles.

“What do I smell like?” I cry out as he licks
the crease between my thigh and hip.

“Like my favorite meal.”

Jesus.
“Then
bon
appétit
.”

He chuckles and bites into my thigh.

“Soon.”

With that promise, I work my clit faster. He
spreads my thighs wide and watches me.

“My pussy, Raven…all mine.”

His words send me over the edge and I arch my
back, leaping off and into a sea of torrid pleasure.

“Gage!”

My muscles convulse and my body is racked
with seemingly endless shudders. I lie there, twitching and unable
to move. That was so intense, it’s like it drained all my energy.
He lies next to me, softly kissing my cheek as I try to catch my
breath and regain feeling in my limbs. If this is what happens from
him being in the same room while I touch myself, I can only imagine
what’s going to happen when he finally touches me. I have never
looked forward to a birthday more in my entire life.

“What is all this?”

I shuffle through the papers littering my
desk as Ellen walks in, carrying a couple of garment bags.

“Invoices for Raven’s party.”

“It’s just one night. I have less paperwork
ordering a month’s supplies for both clubs.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s a special night, and you
can afford it.”

Right. Guess I can’t argue with that
logic.
“I’ll start writing the checks.”

“I need you to sign off on her dress. I
brought two I think she’d like.”

She unzips the garment bags and removes the
dresses, holding them up for me to see. They’re both blue, one
long, and one short.

“This one is more traditional prom.” She
jiggles the long one. “This one, more of a party dress. It’s
strapless; you can see the cutouts on the bodice. With the
high-low, frilled skirt, I feel like it’s something she’d choose
for herself. She likes to show skin.”

Yes, she does.
I study them both and
try to imagine her wearing them. As much as I’d love to see her
covered up, I know she’d like the short one. And she’ll look damn
sexy in it, too.

“The short one.”

“Excellent! And here’s your suit.”

She unzips the other bag, revealing a black
suit with two different ties. She removes one, leaving a color that
exactly matches the chosen dress.

“I’m not wearing that.”

She scowls at me, tapping her foot in
frustration.

“You
cannot
wear jeans and your
cut.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I’m not wearing a
monkey suit, either.”

“Ugh! What kind of Prince Charming will you
be without the suit or the dancing?”

“I’m no Prince Charming, Ellen.”

“But you can be.”

She sits in the chair opposite me and stares
imploringly. “For one night, you can be her prince and make her
feel like a princess. It’s just for a few hours, Gage. A few hours
on your part that will give her a lifetime of good memories.”

Fuck.
I eye the suit once more. That
night at Scythe flashes in my mind once more.
Fuck.

“Fine. I’ll wear the suit.”

***Raven***

I practically float around the diner. Not
even the crankiest customer can get me down today. My birthday
party is tomorrow. After that, Gage and I can be together – truly
together. No more hiding and sneaking around, and we can finally
make love. My body tingles as I think about it. Plus, I get to have
my two best friends here to celebrate with me. Toni gets here this
evening, and I can’t wait to see her. The icing on the cake has to
be that Lonnie has been M.I.A for days. I’ve spoken to the manager
at the apartment complex and my dad’s lawyer. Everything is pretty
much in place. I’m almost done packing. It’s not like I have much
to move.

“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine today?” Millie
smiles at me.

“I’m really looking forward to my party
tomorrow, even though I have no clue about what’s going on. I know
Ellen and Chrissy are working on it, so at least it won’t be bikers
and rock music.”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it. I’m giving you
the day off so you can get your hair and nails done and
what-not.”

“Thank you! Just a hint, Millie.
Please
?”

“Nope. You’ll know soon enough.”

“Ugh! Fine.”

On my break, I head outside and call
Gage.

“Babe,” he croons.
Dios, me encanta su
voz
. And when he calls me “babe”.

“Hey.”

“What’s up, doll?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to hear your
voice.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup. I’m so excited about tomorrow. I don’t
know what to do with myself.”

“Me, too. I swear I’ve tried balancing these
books a million times. I get halfway through and have to start all
over.”

“You’re still not going to tell me anything
about the party?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“How am I supposed to know what to wear?” I
counter.

“I got it covered.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Your outfit will be waiting for you
when you get back from all your hair and nail shit tomorrow.”

“You covered that, too?”

“I’m just cutting the checks. Ellen’s been a
busy bee.”

“So, I guess Ellen’s the one I should go home
with tomorrow night then.”

He goes silent, and I can’t help but
laugh.

“Ha ha, very funny,” he says, his voice
dripping with sarcasm. “Listen…I was thinking about this getaway
idea. The more I think about it, the better it sounds.”

“Where you wanna go?”

“I don’t know yet, but we can leave on
Thursday. I just need to wrap up some business.”

“Cool. I need to talk to Millie. And I have
to meet with Mr. Santini, Daddy’s lawyer, to sign some papers, and
then we’re going to take care of my apartment. But we should be
done by noon.”

“How much you need for the apartment?”

“It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry about
it.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I have to get back to work, so
later.”

“Okay, babe.”

By the end of the day, I’m jittery. Ron and
Chrissy went to pick up Toni at the airport and they’ll be here any
minute. I say my goodbyes to everyone and wait for them outside.
I’m craning my neck to see down the street, chewing on my lower
lip, and bouncing on the balls of my feet. Toni’s more of a sister
to me than Lonnie will ever be. We’ve been inseparable since we
were kids, even though she’s a year older. She’s a lot like me, or
maybe I’m a lot like her. I’ve always looked up to her. Hell, she’s
the one who told me about periods and gave me the
birds-and-the-bees talk. By “talk”, I mean she showed me one of her
dad’s pornos and told me to always use condoms. I was ten. Needless
to say, I was a little traumatized.

When I finally see the Charger, my heart
begins to race. Toni sticks her head through the window and
screams. Before the car even comes to a complete stop, her door is
open and she’s jumping out. She’s tall, athletic, milk-chocolate
gorgeous, and has the lightest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Oh, my
God, she looks so different! She’s relaxed her hair and dyed it
burgundy since the last time she sent me a picture.

“Rave!”

With an excited shriek, I jump into her arms.
“Toni! Oh, my God, I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, gal, what a way you get
fat!”

“Whatever. I am
not
fat!”

“Mmhmm. That ass looks fatter. What’s Gage
been feeding you?”

“Just get back in the car. Let’s go.”

“After you, fatty.”

I climb in and find Chrissy in the back seat.
Ron teases that they’ve been talking his ears off.
Great! I was
wondering if they’d get along.
“Where we headed?” I ask
Ron.

“Orders are to take you to the
clubhouse.”