He circles my clit then parts my lips with his middle finger, his index and ring fingers on either side of them. His smirk mocks me as he slides up and down, around then repeats. On a downward motion, he slips his middle finger inside me. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into them. He leans down to pull a nipple into his mouth and I suck a breath through my teeth. They’re much better than last night, but not totally recovered. He swirls his tongue around it then trails kisses up my sternum and to my neck, sucking on my skin. A moan slips past my lips and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me. His finger slides out of me and travels toward my anus. I clench, an objection on the tip of my tongue.

“Shh…I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he assures me.

He rinses the soap from my body then pulls me to the edge of the sink before dropping to his knees. My breathing accelerates as I watch him. He’s just staring at my pussy, angling his head this way and that, as if committing the image to memory. Finally, he leans forward and inhales deeply.

“Remember when I told you that you smell like my favorite meal?”

I can’t speak so I try to nod. I think I did, but I’m not sure. The hunger in his eyes is debilitating. He trails his nose along my lips and takes another deep breath, keeping our gazes locked. I fight to keep my eyes open.

“Now, you are my favorite meal.”

He buries his face in my pussy, curling his arms around my thighs. His tongue snakes out, gliding over my lips to find my clit. I cry out, fisting my hand in his hair. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, so the scruff on his jaw prickles against the skin on my inner thighs.

“Fuck, Gage…”

He rises, picking me up and taking me back to the bedroom. Setting me down, he lands a gentle smack on my thigh.

“Face down, ass up, baby doll.”

I move into position, watching between my legs as he sits on the floor, his back to me. Dropping his head on the bed, he pulls me down to meet his lips. He sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue before sliding it inside me. I grab the sheets, desperately trying to keep my trembling legs from giving out. He smacks my ass, squeezing the cheek as his tongue drives me insane.

“Gage…”

Before I can take my next breath, he flips me over. He pushes my legs back, flat on my chest, smiling up at me as he pulls my clit back into his mouth. My moans and whimpers get out of control as I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Don’t come,” he warns.

What? “I can’t stop it!”

He releases my legs and rises to his feet, glowering down at me. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.” He unceremoniously drags me to the edge of the bed and spins me around. My head and shoulders are hanging off the bed, so I grab his calves to keep from falling. He leans forward and his tongue is in my pussy again. I squirm, unable to keep still as it moves relentlessly between my lips.

“Dios!”

He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the bed. Dear, sweet baby Jesus. This man has me dangling upside-down. What the hell would you even call this position? Vertical sixty-nine? Fuck. He starts licking at my clit and I forget my inverted orientation. I grab his thighs to steady myself as mine tremble uncontrollably.

“Raven?”

“Hmm?”

“My dick ain’t gonna suck itself, babe.”

***Gage***

“Don’t you look like the cat that got into the cream?” E grins as I take the stool next to him at the bar.

“I don’t know about the cream, but I definitely got into the cat.”

I know I’m wearing a goofy smile. After two blow jobs and having Raven’s taste still on my lips, I’m in Heaven.

“I can tell.” He motions to my mouth. “You still got some hair in your teeth.”

“Fuck you.” I chuckle. “My baby keeps a clean house.”

He waggles his brows at me. “I know.”

That wipes the smile from my face. I grind my teeth, absolutely furious at his smug expression. Before I can stop myself, I launch at him. Grabbing the sides of his cut, I yank him off the stool and slam his back against the bar. He loses the smirk but doesn’t try to fight back.

“What’s that supposed to mean, motherfucker?”

“I’m her gynecologist. What do you think it means?”

“You’re supposed to be her doctor,” I growl. “You been thinking about my woman’s pussy?”

I pull my fist back, ready to smash his face in when I hear Raven’s shriek.

“Gage! What are you doing? Let him go!” She rushes over and tries to get between us. “You!” she screams at the guys standing around. “Why are you just watching? Do something!”

I release him reluctantly and take a step back. She turns to E, fussing over him like a mother hen.

“I’m fine, Raven. Reaper here just got a little carried away.”

“What are you fighting about?”

“It’s just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” She glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Positive.”

“Okay.” She turns to me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Behave. Me and Chrissy are gonna hang out. I’ll be back later.”

She kisses me on the cheek but when she tries to leave, I tug her back into my arms. I cover her lips with mine, not out of any need to feel them but to show everyone she’s mine. I grab her ass, glaring at E the entire time, but he just sits there smiling. Raven moans and snakes her arms around my neck, effectively blocking out everyone but her. My body takes over and I kiss her like I should – because she’s my woman and not to prove a point.

“I think the message has been sent,” she says with a wink when we break apart. “Later, Reaper.”

I watch her ass as she damn near skips out. Fuck. All that is mine? Fuckin’ right. I nod to Booker, motioning to Raven, and he follows her out. E slaps my back as we sit around the bar once more.

“I’m going to tell you one more time, Gage.” He twists his body to face me, all mirth gone. “Get her that cut. Call Joe and get him working on a design for your ink.”

I shake my head as my senses return. I can’t believe I went off on E like that. What the hell is wrong with me?

“That woman is yours, brother. Do it. Claim her.”

CHAPTER 22

***Raven***

“Bitch, I haven’t seen you since that night at Scythe. What have you been doing?”

I blush bright red, giving Chrissy a shy smile. Her mouth drops open and she quickly moves closer. We’ve been shopping and are now sitting in the food court at the mall, having lunch.

“Spill it.”

“Well…” I don’t know how to describe the last few days to her. Perfect? Heavenly? My wildest dreams come true? All words seem to pale in comparison to the reality of my life. “Chrissy, he’s amazing.”

“You think you’re getting away with that vague non-answer? Bitch, please! We didn’t get to talk about it much before, but you’re not getting away now. Is he big?”

“Huge.”

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “Obviously, he knows how to use it. The look on your face says it all.”

“Definitely. And oh, my God…his tongue…” A shiver darts up my spine as the memory of this morning surfaces. Again. Fuck, that tongue of his!

Chrissy squeals, bouncing in her seat. “I’m so happy for you, Ray! You deserve this. I bet you’ll get that property cut now.”

“I don’t know,” I say, chewing my bottom lip. “I told him I love him.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing. He just kissed me.”

“What? That was a real dick move.”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yeah, but then he asked me to say it again later that night.”

“Really? What’s his deal?”

“I don’t know. It’s karma, isn’t it? Chris loved me and I treated him like crap, so I ended up with someone I love who won’t love me back.”

I stare down at my drink dejectedly, playing with the straw. Chrissy takes my hand and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze of encouragement.