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I feel a deep and unbreakable bond between us, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess murder will do that. He not only facilitated it but watched, and cleaned up after me. He called me Lady Reaper before it happened but I lived up to the name. Now, I’m truly his.
Gage grits his teeth, turns around so his back is to the shower, and slides his hand up my back to grasp my neck. Grabbing my hip with one hand, the other pulls me back by my neck so I’m horizontal. His other hand snakes around my waist, keeping me in place.
“Hang on tight, doll.”
I get a better grip on his hips then he starts to move. His hand on my neck slides to the front, gently squeezing. The closer I get to my orgasm, the tighter his hold on my neck becomes. He’s thrusting into me at the right speed, the right angle, hitting the right spot. I feel my orgasm creeping up and clamp down on him. He speeds up, squeezing my neck harder as my pussy begins to spasm.
“Gage!”
¡Dios mio!I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm this intense. He slowly releases his hold, grinding against me. Before I stop shaking, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me. He pulls me back up, pressing me into the wall, his breathing heavy. I cradle his face, kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. He nips my bottom lip then lets me down, smacking my ass.
By the time we finish our shower, I hear music coming from the bar. The guys are back. Gage gets dressed before I do and heads out there. When I join the party, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” is playing. Chrissy is already here and dancing in the middle of the room. Gage is in a corner, pointing something out on a sheet of paper to a man I’ve never seen before. Leaving him to his business, I head over to Chrissy. After a while, Ron approaches, wedging himself between us. Chrissy grinds on him from the front, me from the back. Not too long after, a hand slides around my waist and drags me away. I smile up at Gage and start grinding on him instead.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Joe. My tattoo guy.”
“You’re getting a new tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
He makes some kind of hand signal and Dr. E approaches with the blue gift box from the closet, handing it to Gage.
“This is for you.”
“It’s been in the closet for months. You’re telling me it was mine all along?”
“Open it,” he urges.
I sit on the couch and pull the ribbon off then flip the lid. After pushing back the tissue paper, I’m met with leather. I slap my hand over my mouth in shock and snap my gaze to Gage. All I can see are the rockers and the club logo, but it says ‘Property of Reaper’. I snatch it out of the box and jump to my feet with a scream. It’s a cut. A property cut. Forme. He takes it and helps me into it as his brothers cheer and whistle. I think I hear Chrissy scream, too.
“You want me to be your old lady? You’re claiming me?”
“You’ve always been my old lady, Raven. You claimed me the moment I met you.”
He catches me as I jump into his arms, raining down kisses on his face. He laughs, squeezing me tightly.
“How long have you had this?” I can’t believe he’s had me suffering all this time when all he had to do was pull the box out of the closet.
“It was supposed to be your birthday present. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to give it to you.”
“The tattoo guy…is he going to put me on your back?” I ask eagerly.
“He’s going to putuson my back. The last picture you drew of us.”
“You’re using one of my drawings?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
“Then I want it, too. I want your ink.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
Aunt Nita, Chopper, and Ellen show up out of nowhere and hug me one by one.
“Now you’re truly one of us,” Ellen whispers in my ear.
Gage makes another hand signal. Allah stops the music, grabs the mic, and announces, “This one is for our prez and his first lady.”
