Page 64 of Tempted
They’ve both been great so far. I think it’sabout time I put their membership to a vote. Especially Ron. Idon’t know what I would have done without him these past fewweeks.
I shower and pull on some black jeans, awhite shirt, and black Timbs. I actually comb my hair, rememberinghow Raven looked at me that night at Scythe. I also wear herfavorite cologne. I grab my wallet and black, leather jacket andhead out.
“Wanna take the Mustang?” Ron asks.
“Nah. The Charger. You drive.”
The girls are on the porch, waiting when wearrive. We lean on the car and wait for them at the end of thedriveway.
“Oh…shit,” Ron whispers next tome.
They’re wearing the same outfit – littleblack skirts that barely cover their asses and some crisscrosscontraption of a top that has their tits popping out.
“Go change,” we say at the same time.
The girls look at each other then burst outlaughing. Raven opens the back door and gives me a defiantlook.
“We’ll be late. Let’s go.”
Fuck me.I toss their bags in thetrunk and slide in next to her while Ron and Chrissy take thefront. She settles under my arm and places her head on my chest.Every now and then, she takes a deep breath and releases itslowly.
“You’re like a little puppy. Always sniffingme.”
“Because you smell amazing,” she and Chrissysay in unison.
“Okay, you two spendwaytoo much timetogether,” Ron says as they laugh.
“Look who’s talking. The ‘go change’ twins.Don’t worry, baby. You smell amazing, too,” Chrissy says.
By the time we get to the venue, they canbarely contain their excitement. They’ve put on jackets, but thatdoes nothing to curb the interested stares. I drape my arm aroundRaven’s shoulder and pull her close to me. There’s no way she’sleaving my sight tonight. She leans against me as we wait for theshow to start.Damn, she feels good.She raises her phoneabove us and tells me to smile. After she takes the picture, Iwatch her post it to Instagram.
The show starts and she steps away from me.When the guy comes on stage, all the women lose their fuckingminds. Including mine. She and Chrissy are screaming, their phonestrained on the stage.At least she’s happy. That’s all thatmatters.After a few songs, I have to admit the guy isn’t bad.He starts the song Raven had as a ringtone and she standstransfixed, just staring up at him. When he gets to the chorus, shestarts to sway. I take her hand and pull her back into my arms.
She presses her ass against my crotch andslowly rolls her hips. I move her hair to the side and feel hershiver as I kiss behind her ear. She places a hand on the back ofmy neck and grinds harder. I squeeze her thigh as my dick starts toharden. I hear a soft moan as I slide my fingers under her skirt.I’m so close, I can feel her heat. Before I can move my hand, shebends her knees and my fingers slip. They connect with the crotchof her panties. The wet crotch of her panties.Fuck!I pullmy hand away as if I’d been burned. She turns around and stares upat me. Looking into her eyes, everything clicks into place in mymind. I know exactly what I’m getting her for her birthday.
***Raven***
Toni is freaking out. I sent her some videosand pictures from the show, and she is losing her mind. Not tomention it’s the first time she’s seen Gage, so she’s berating mefor not fucking him yet.
“Who are you texting at this hour?” Gageasks, annoyance in his voice.
“Toni.”
“Who the fuck is Tony and why are you textinghim?”
I roll my eyes as I resign myself to the factthat all men are the same. “Toni. I’ve told you abouther.She’smy Miami Chrissy.”
“Oh.”
“She wants to come visit. Says she wants abig, bad biker, too.”
“Well, we have plenty of those around here.Can she come for your birthday? I’ll buy her ticket.”
“You will?”
“Sure.”
He grimaces as I scream and climb onto hislap. Chrissy and Ron laugh, but I don’t care. I text Toni and shereplies with a “Hell yeah!”
