“Gage, please…”

“You want me to fuck you, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Or do you want to make love?”

“Fuck me. Please!” I plead.

He bites into his bottom lip then gives me exactly what I asked for. I arch my back, palming my breasts to stop them from bouncing around.

“Don’t,” he barks.

I drop my hands and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself anchored. He grunts and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I know he’s close. I tighten around him the way he likes and he closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure. He moves faster, his thumb rubbing in dizzying circles. I’m moaning so loudly, everyone in the club would probably hear me if it wasn’t for the music.

“Come on. Come for me.”

He pinches my nipple, twisting it as my body goes taut.

“Gage!”

He goes still while my muscles clench around his dick. Leaning on the desk, he hangs his head, taking deep, calming breaths. Placing my hand over my hammering heart, I attempt to control my own breathing. I giggle, looking up at my feet above his head, shoes still on, panties around my ankles.

“What?”

“My panties.”

He smiles and pulls them off, then gently lowers my legs. I hold him close as he leans forward to kiss me.

“I don’t wanna pull out,” he mumbles against my lips. “Your pussy is my Heaven, Raven...the only one I’ll ever know.”

“Oh, Gage…”

How can he make something dirty sound sweet? How can he get me worked up and turn me to mush at the same time?

“Let’s go home. I want you in my bed.”

He watches as he pulls out of me, a smirk on his lips. I squirm just a little, feeling his cum trickling out.

“I need to clean up.”

“Bathroom’s over there.” He nods to a door on his right. I hurry in then return to see him leaning on his desk, waiting for me. He watches as I get dressed, but he doesn’t return my panties, giving me an evil smile. I’ve got his number.

“I hope you drove…unless you want me on the back of your bike in this dress and no panties.” He loses the smile and hands them to me grudgingly. “Thank you,” I say in a dripping-with-honey voice.

He shrugs into his cut and opens the door for me to precede him. I lean against the wall and watch him as he locks the door. His smile makes my heart do a crazy beat. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath.

“Do I smell musky?” He chuckles.

“You smell like us.”

Resting my chin on his chest, I stare up at him, hoping my feelings aren’t evident in my expression. I love him so much, but I don’t know if he’s ready to hear it. I think he’s getting there, though. He strokes my hair and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. You have me questioning my entire existence. Everything and everyone before you is meaningless. After this past week, I can’t even think about not having you in my life.”

“You’ll never have to. I love you, Gage.”

The words are out before I can stop them. There’s no taking them back now. Not that I would. I love him with a ferocity I never thought possible. There’s no way God would make me fall this deeply in love with a man who wasn’t meant for me. Would He?

Gage’s eyes are locked onto mine. He just stands there, silent and unreadable. What is he thinking? I wish he would say something. Anything. No, scratch that. I want him to reciprocate. I want to hear the words from his lips. I need to know he feels the same way I do. I need him to love me.

He doesn’t say a word.

Nothing.

Nada.

Instead, he grasps the back of my neck and gives me a bruising kiss. I don’t know whether it’s to avoid acknowledging my admission or if it’s supposed to tell me what he’s not able to verbalize. Either way, it’s disappointing. I push on his chest until he releases me then descend the stairs back to the dance floor. After I find Chrissy to let her know I’m leaving, I exit the club, knowing Gage is right behind me. I stop once I’m outside, allowing him to lead the way to his bike. He helps me on and I cling to him as we ride back to the clubhouse.

I don’t know why I’m disappointed. I knew the kind of man he is when I decided to get involved with him. He told me himself he doesn’t ‘do love’. I guess I was hoping he’d eventually change. I thought he’d changed with the way he’s been acting lately. There’s no mistaking the look in his eyes when we make love. Or is it still just ‘fucking’ to him? Whatever it is, I love seeing how it makes him feel, and I’ll make use of every opportunity to have him display that tiny bit of emotion.

I whisper in his ear as the garage door closes behind us. “I want to fuck you on your bike.”

He twists in the saddle, hooks his arm around my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. I lie back on the gas tank and position my legs so I’m straddling him. Before I’m settled, his fingers are beneath the crotch of my panties and stroking my lips. His hard dick lies on his thigh, pressing into the underside of mine. He dips two fingers inside me and moans his pleasure.

“I’ll never get enough of you, doll.”

“Gage…please,” I beg. I need him inside me.

“Please? You said you wanted to fuck me, babe. I’m waiting.”

He places his hands on my hips and devours me with his eyes. I grab his jeans, rip the button through the hole, and reach inside with one hand while the other drags down his zipper. I pull his monster of a dick out, careful not to hurt him. Enclosing it in a fist, I stroke him slowly. His head falls back and he moans.

“I need help.”

He lifts me while I move my panties to the side and position him at my entrance. As I slide down, I revel in the stretch and slight bit of pain that always comes with him entering me. Fully seated on his lap, I contract my muscles, squeezing him while I coil my arms around his neck.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He smacks my ass then grabs it with both hands, guiding me up and down.

“Tits,” he orders.

With a smile, I pull the neckline of my dress down and release the girls. He licks at a nipple, pulling me down harder on his erection. “Aah!”

I don’t know which hurts more, my sore nipples or him impaling me on his huge dick.

“Raven?” He halts, concern in his voice and written all over his face.

“I’m fine. But I thought I was fucking you?”

“You are. I’m just helping.” He grins.

I reach behind me and grab the handlebars as he makes me ride him. I hope to God we don’t fall off this thing. Me and my bright ideas. It was worth it, though. So fucking worth it.

“Fuck. Now every time I ride, I’m going to see your tits bouncing in front of me.”

I clench around him as tightly as I can. He groans, pressing me into his groin.

“Think about that when these bitches are all over you.”

He lifts me and slams me back down. Pain shoots through my body and my thighs quake.

“Dios!”

“Don’t tell me about bitches when I’m fucking my pussy,” he growls.

“Just make sure they know this is my dick.”

“Always.”

He starts to move me again, but we’re interrupted when a surprised shriek comes from my left. I turn my head and see a fucking ghost.

CHAPTER 20

***Gage***

Well, damn. Lonnie. Never thought I’d see this bitch again. She’s standing there looking like she just walked in on a murder. But she’s not my concern. Raven’s gone tense. Tek walks up behind Lonnie and I quickly pull Raven to me, crushing her to my chest to shield her breasts.

“Sorry, boss,” Tek apologizes hurriedly.

He grabs Lonnie’s hand, drags her away from the door, and closes it. Raven tries to wiggle her way out of my arms.

“Help me down.”

“Where are you going? We’re not done.”

“I’m not in the mood anymore, Gage. Just let me down.”

God knows I don’t want to, but I concede. She fixes her dress and heads inside. With a sigh, I force my dick back into my jeans and follow behind, ignoring everyone as I make a beeline for my room. She’s in the middle of undressing when I enter. I just want to get back inside her, but I tamp down my urges. Something’s wrong. I sit on the bed and pull her onto my lap.