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“I didnotgive you permission to touch me.”
“How about a kiss then?”
I can’t even answer because his lips are stealing my words. I’m so surprised that I swallow my gum. He didn’t wait for an answer, just took what he wanted. Though my mind resists, my body melts into his. My fingers curl into his white T-shirt and a moan escapes me. His lips move hungrily over mine, taking and giving pleasure. There is only complete surrender when his tongue seeks entrance. His taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, but it’s frickin’ awesome and I want more. This kiss is like a good book I’d get lost in and stay up all night reading. It’sthatcaptivating
While my hands move up to slide through his hair, his travel down to grab my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me into him, letting his desire be explicitly known. He’s hard. For me. And it excites the hell out of me. I feel like climbing up on him like he’s a big, man-tree that I need to get to the top of. I hear myself whimper as his hands slide up my sides. His thumbs brush at the undersides of my breasts, and this time, he moans. He breaks away suddenly, his breathing heavy. I gape at him, trying to catch my own breath.
“How old are you, Raven?”
“Why?”
He growls and descends on my lips once more. If his intention is to kiss me senseless, he’s achieved that. And then some.
“Because I’m going to fuck you.”
Oh. Those words should appall me, shouldn’t they? Ishould notbe turned on by them but I am, all the way on.Wait a minute…hold up. Who does he think he is? What kind of girl does he think I am? Certainly not the type to jump into bed with a man she just met!
“What makes you think I want to fuck you? Or anyone else for that matter?”
This time, his lips are more insistent than before; I have to hold on to his shoulders to keep myself upright. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never before have my lips been this savagely attacked. It’s as if he’s trying to devour me. And I love it. I fuckingloveit.
He nips at my bottom lip then takes my hand and presses it against his erection. My mind goes blank. I mean, what woman would be able to think with her fingers wrapped around a hard dick? A hard, enormous dick, attached to a handsome, delicious-smelling man. I give it a little squeeze and he lets out a tortured groan. I squeeze harder and he sinks his fingertips into my hips. I feel sobadbut God, he feels good. I’m disappointed and a little more than giddy when he rips his lips from mine. I actually stumble a little when he pulls back, swallowing hard at the storm brewing in his eyes.
“Your age, Raven.Now.”
“Um…aah…s-seventeen.”
“Fuck!”
He releases me and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
“How long?”
“What do you mean?”
“How long do I have to wait? When’s your birthday?”
“Three months. October twenty-first.”
“Fuck!”
He turns away from me, places his hands on his hips, and looks toward the sky. I use the opportunity to open the door. When he turns around, I’m halfway inside.
“Three months. I can do that. I can do that. I can wait.”
“You don’t have to. It’s not going to happen.”
CHAPTER 2
***Gage***
I’m standing here, staring at a closed door. She shot me down. After those mind-blowing kisses, she shot me down. This kind of shit has never happened to me, and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I hear her moving around inside. All I can think about is her lips, her taste, and the way she clung to me. She wants me. It’s just a matter of time. Three months to be exact. By the end, she’ll be so desperate for me I won’t even have to touch her to make her come.
Just thinking about her coming makes my balls ache. I need to do something about my situation ASAP. I drag myself off her porch and make my way back to the clubhouse. I try to concentrate on the road, but I can’t help picturing my hands on her firm ass instead of the handlebar. I can’t stop tasting her on my lips. I can’t stop hearing her moans, even over the roar of the engine. Three months. Three motherfucking months. Might as well be ten years because it will be no less torture. Fuck. I’m a pervert for even thinking these things.
When I get back to the clubhouse, I see that the party has moved inside. I can just imagine what I’ll find there – a lot of shitfaced members and even more Hellhounds. That’s what we call the club whores around here. I step through the doors and I’m a little disappointed to see I was right. Rock music blares from the speakers, and the air is thick with weed and cigar smoke. There are a few couples scattered everywhere, but most of the crowd is gathered around the pool table in the center of the room. As I get closer, I see that it’s Lonnie. She’s getting drilled from behind by Crow while sucking off Motor, who’s leaning against the pool table. It’s a good thing Raven looks nothing like her. I don’t think I would be able to stomach the sight otherwise. They have the same black hair, but Lonnie’s taller and not as curvy. In the looks department, she can’t hold a candle to her sister.
Booker, a prospect, hands me a beer as I lean against the bar, next to E. I look around, trying to find someone to relieve the tension tonight. I spot Britney in a corner with some other girls. I’ve had her a few times. She’s hot, blonde, and relatively new around here. Not too many miles on her pussy. Has a nice body, too. Big, natural tits and thick in all the right places.
