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“You.”
“What about me?”
“You were right,” he answers. “He cares about you and doesn’t want to see you get hurt.”
“What did he say?”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
He climbs onto his bike and extends his hand to me, but I hesitate. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden with him. Based on what Marlowe and Renae have told me, being on the back of his bike is a big thing. I’ve been there before – twice – but it just seems different now. It seems…more serious.
“Come on, doll.”
I take his hand and climb on behind him. He waits until I’ve secured my helmet and then he fires up the engine. Vibrations thrum through my body. He grabs my thighs and pulls me even closer to him.
“Hold on tight, babe.”
CHAPTER 19
***Gage***
I’ve always thought the best feeling in the world is being on the open road on my Harley. Just man and machine. Then, Raven happened. I haven’t been the same since that first day she sat on the back of my bike. Now, with her soft body pressed against me and her arms tightly wound around my waist, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I roll into the clubhouse and park in the garage. She hops down and hands me her backpack. When we walk inside, the men practically lose their minds. You’d think she was their woman. Rico starts talking a mile a minute in Spanish before Razor picks her up in a bear hug then passes her off to the others one by one. They each give her a variation of ‘welcome back’, all while she giggles and soaks up the attention.
“Get ya’ll’s filthy hands off my woman,” I growl.
“Your woman ain’t complaining, though, Prez,” Tek says, laughing.
“That’s ’cause she’s nice. I’m not.”
I grab her hand and pull her along to our room, giving my brothers the finger when they start laughing and calling me pussy-whipped.Fuck that shit.It’s been a week and that’s exactly where I’m itching to be right now, so deep she’ll feel like I’m trying to crawl inside her. She laughs when I slam the door and push her down on the bed. Immediately, I start tearing at my clothes.
“Clothes. Off,” I command.
She giggles and pulls her top over her head. Fuck me. She’s not wearing a bra. The sight of her breasts makes my dick throb. She kicks off her shorts, but I stop her when she hooks her thumbs into her panties.
“Leave it. That’s mine.”
She lies back on her elbows, breathing hard through her mouth. I drink her in, becoming more intoxicated by the second.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
I step between her legs and grab the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. She moans and I realize just how much I missed the sound. She’d only been gone a few days. Jesus. I’m well and truly fucked.
“Are you?”
What the…? I didn’t say that out loud, did I?“Am I what?”
“Pussy-whipped.”
“Call me anything you want to, babe. Just as long as you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”
I sink my teeth into her nipple, making her cry out. “Gage!”
“Just like that.” I slip my hand into her panties and find her soaking wet. So slippery, my fingers are sliding all over. “Fuck.”
I can’t wait to get inside her. I drag her panties over her hips and down her legs, then place a pillow at the edge of the bed. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her to me and lift her so her ass rests on the pillow. She bites into a corner of her bottom lip and stares up at me. My balls tighten at the sight.
“Fuck. This might be quick.” The moment I reach into my boxers, someone has the fucking nerve to knock on the door. “You knock again, you’re fucking dead!”
