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I pull on a pair of jeans, zipping the fly but leaving it unbuttoned. Glancing back at her one last time before I leave the room, I wonder how the fuck I got so lucky. I have a fucking goddess in my bed. God knows I don’t deserve her, but so help me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep her.
I try to move through the bar unnoticed, but a few of the Hounds attempt to catch my attention. I ignore them and make my way to the kitchen. There, I run into Lonnie. I ignore her, too, while searching the fridge.
“Hi, Gage.”
“Hey.” I find what I need and turn to leave, but she’s standing in my way. “You need something?”
“You and Raven…it’s serious?”
“What do you care? You left her for months without even a phone call.”
“She never needed me. Besides, she had you. You know how I felt about you. I couldn’t stick around and watch you with my own sister.”
“And now?”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I used the time to get myself together. From what I’ve heard, you two are happy together. I’m happy for you.”
“Iamhappy. Raven’s amazing.”
She swallows hard and lowers her gaze. Her expression tells me she’s not as together as she thought.Did she really think a few months would be enough to get over me?Her eyes widen and I realize she’s not looking at the floor anymore. I follow her gaze and see exactly what she’s staring at – the bulge in my jeans. My dick is still hard and quite evident.
“Yeah. I was in the middle of something, so are you done?”
“Uh…yeah. I –”
I don’t hear the rest because I walk off before she can finish. I got pussy business to tend to, and I have no time for Lonnie and her shit. I push the bedroom door and she’s in the same position I left her. Her knees are drawn up and spread, waiting for me to climb back between them. Locking the door behind me, I slowly make my way over.
***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, wantsme. 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 isyou.”
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 – womenandmen 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.”
