I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’m bored now. What the hell am I supposed to do? Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.

R: What are u up 2?

C: Nothing! Bored!

R: Me, too!

C: Let’s do something.

R: K. What?

C: Scythe?

R: I don’t have anything to wear.

C: I got you! Be there in an hour.

I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline.

“I bought it for –” she stops, bites her lip, then continues, “I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”

Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug, squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed, and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a little voice in my mind says, Yeah…right. He will not be a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.

***Gage***

“How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.

I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who sent him.

“Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”

“What did he look like?”

“It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”

“Did you tell anyone else about it?”

“No one, I swear. Please…please, don’t kill me.”

“You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I ask.

“He…he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what was on it, though.”

“Like this?” I point to my cut.

“Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me another grand if I pulled it off.”

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him. If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are. Maybe he can help me.

“You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”

Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”

“But…I need information. I need to know who this guy is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t…I will find you and I will put you in the ground. Got it?”

“I will. I promise.”

I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”

He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My dick gets hard as I think about it.

After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but find an empty room instead. The fuck? I call her, but it just rings then goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.

R: At Scythe.

G: On my way.

I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to; she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell. They can look but only I get to touch.

I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s mesmerizing, moving in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip, she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her dress on the floor. At least we agree on that. She combs her fingers through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.

I move through the crowd, our gazes locked the entire time while she sings along with the song. As I stand before her, she licks her lips and angles her head for a kiss. I lean in but at the last moment, she turns her back to me and starts grinding on me. I look down, biting into my bottom lip as her ass glides left to right across my dick. She bends at the waist and whips her hair as she straightens. I grab her hips and pull her closer so she feels what she’s doing to me.

Turning her head, she raises her lips to mine. She whispers against them, again telling me through the song that she’s proud to be mine. So am I. Fucking proud she’s mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and keep her in place as I press my lips her hers. Using my tongue, I brand her as mine in front of everyone in the club. When she moans, I know I can’t wait a moment longer to be inside her. I break the kiss and grab her hand. I look behind me to find Chrissy, make sure she’s taken care of, and I see her and Ron in a corner. Pulling Raven behind me, I start heading for the exit.

“Wait. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“But I’m not ready,” she whines. “I wanna dance.”

I stop and turn to her, placing my lips at her ear. “I wanna fuck.”

She shivers against me but still gives me attitude. “You’re the one who left me alone while you went off and did God knows what.”

That reminds me, she didn’t do as she was told. I pull her into the archway and forcefully back her up on the wall. She stares up at me in wide-eyed shock, lips parted.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Raven.”

***Raven***

“I told you to wait for me,” he growls.

“I got bored.”

“Bored?” he asks in disbelief. “The entire time I was gone, all I could think about was you and your pussy...getting home and diving into that shit.”

Diving? What does he think I am, a fucking pool? “Diving?”

“As wet as you get for me, babe, ain’t no other way to describe it.”

I swallow hard. As crude as he is, I still find it sexy as hell. “That shit?”

Grabbing my thighs, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He presses against me, leaving no room between his dick and my pussy. I fight the urge to moan.

“This shit. My shit,” he proclaims.

Dear. God. I want nothing more than for him to dive into his shit right now, but I don’t know why I have to be such a smart-ass. “Baby Jesus. Can’t you control that thing?”

“Not when it’s in its happy place.”

Fuck. “It’s happy place?”

“Right between your thighs, baby doll.”

Double fuck. “We’re in public!”

“I give zero fucks. You’re mine. If I want to fuck you on the stage in front of everyone, I can. Just be glad I don’t want anyone seeing your sexy ass.”

“Caveman much?”

He grinds his hips against me, pressing his hard-on onto my pussy. My muscles clench and I suck in a breath. He leans closer, his lips a whisper from mine. Fuck. That stage is looking pretty good right now.