“Don’t give up. That man loves you. I believe it in my heart. I see the way he is with you. He’s just being a man, trying to hide his true feelings.”

“You think so?” I ask hopefully.

“Definitely.”

“I hope so.”

“Come on.” She starts picking up our bags. “We have one more stop to make.”

“Where?”

She gives me a cheeky grin. “Victoria’s Secret.”

We enter the store and she makes a beeline for the sexy lingerie section. She starts pulling things from the racks and tossing them at me.

“What are you doing later?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I have some laundry I need to take care of.”

“God,” she whines. “You’re so domestic.”

“It’s that or have the Hounds do it. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want them anywhere near Gage or his things.”

“True. I thought you guys were going to move into his house?”

“He hasn’t mentioned it since then. I’m definitely going to bring it up, though. The clubhouse is okay, but we need our own space.”

“Listen to you,” she teases. “We need our own space. Spoken like a true old lady.”

“I’m playing the role without the official title. He keeps saying I’m his woman but with a man like him, I have no idea what that means. It could just be a step up from a Hound.”

I pick up a black lace babydoll with a corset-style back and wonder if he’ll like it. He did say I’m his baby doll…

“Please, Ray. You are so far from a Hound. If anyone should be questioning their position, it’s me.”

“Why? What’s going on with you and Ron?”

“You mean ‘Charger’?” she asks, referring to his new road name. “I swear he’s a totally different person since he was patched in.”

“How?”

“He spends all his time working on those stupid cars, and he doesn’t even talk to me anymore. All of a sudden, everything is ‘club business’.”

“Yeah. I’ve been there.”

“Gage is the president. Does he talk to you about the club? What goes on?”

“He tells me what he can.” I shrug. “The rest I just leave alone.”

“Here, try this,” she says absentmindedly as she hands me a Chantilly lace teddy that doesn’t really cover anything. “I don’t know. He’s not fun anymore. That’s the major reason I started seeing him.”

“He’s a new member, still adjusting. Give him some time.”

She turns to me, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m just being a big bitch.”

“Just a little one.” I giggle.

“Let’s go out later. I need some girl time.”

“Bet.”

“Awesome.”

“Come on.” I throw my arm around her. “Let’s go try this stuff on. Maybe you’ll find something that’ll loosen his tongue.” I waggle my brows at her and she bursts out laughing. These men have no idea what they’re in for.

***Gage***

I open the door and find her dancing while ironing my shirt. She looks up from her task, gives me a radiant smile, then returns her attention to the shirt. She has her earbuds in so I don’t know what song she’s listening to, but based on her movements, whatever it is I love it. My focus is split between her jiggling tits and rolling hips. My dick is already straining against my zipper. Without her noticing, I unplug the iron and stand behind her.

“I know what you’re up to, mister. At least let me finish first.”

I slide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts, gently squeezing them. She stands the iron on its base and leans into me with a moan. I trail my nose along her ear then use my teeth to pull the earbud out by the cord.

“Can’t wait.”

I slip a hand into her top and pull out a breast. Fuck, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She leans closer, grinding her ass on my dick. Jesus Christ. I release her other breast, squeezing and rotating both. Tits are really nothing but two magnificent lumps of fat, but God sure knew what he was doing when he thought of them. And Raven’s? Shit. If it wasn’t for her pussy, I could play with them all day. Speaking of pussy, I move slowly down, sliding my hand into her shorts and right under her panties. When I touch her wet clit, she grinds harder. I move lower, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.

“Always ready for me, aren’t you, babe?”

“Yes,” she answers on a groan.

I circle her clit slowly, loving the way she quivers against me. “Keep ironing,” I tell her.

“What? Are you crazy?”

“Keep. Ironing.”

She moans and picks up the iron, her hand trembling as she sets it on my shirt. She doesn’t even realize it’s not on.

“Good girl.”

“Don’t blame me if your shirt gets burned.”

“Just keep going.” I move a little faster and she grabs the edge of the ironing board with her free hand. The one holding the iron stills, and so do I. “You stop, I stop.”

“Gage, please.”

“You heard what I said.”

When she starts again, I reach down and slide my middle finger inside her. She clenches around it, squeezing tight. I wish she was doing it on my dick, but it won’t be long now. She whimpers, struggling to keep the iron moving. As I pump my finger into her, I pinch a nipple with my free hand.

“Don’t burn that shirt,” I warn when her hand stops moving again. “It’s my favorite.”

“Oh, God.”

The iron moves shakily over the material, and I return my attention to her clit. She’s so wet, so slippery, I’m losing my fucking mind. I move faster, no longer concerned about the iron. I just need to feel her come.

“Fuck, Gage. I can’t!”

She releases the iron and it falls to the floor. As I circle her clit, I massage her breast roughly. Her thighs begin to shake, so I know she’s close. She grips the board with both hands, moaning and whimpering. Then, she goes still. I pull her to me, holding her up as she gives me what I need.

“Gage!”

I don’t let up, working her clit vigorously as she shakes against me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

She reaches behind her, crying out as she pulls my hair. I love when she does that. Fuck, I love everything she does when I’m fucking her. She shudders and her grip on my hair loosens. I remove my hand from her shorts and bring my fingers to her lips.

“Open.”

She parts her lips, taking my fingers in and sucking her juices from them hungrily. She groans when I pull them out and step away from her. I drop my gaze to her ass, covered by blue cotton shorts, with the word ‘pink’ printed across the back. Pink...that’s exactly what I need right now – her pretty, pink pussy.

“Clothes, Raven,” I say as I unbuckle my belt.

She quickly undresses and tosses them aside. I pull her to me and press down on her back so she’s leaning on the iron board. She spreads her legs and adjusts her stance, getting ready for me. I slide my fingers across her lips and stick them in my mouth to get a little taste. Fucking hell. I tease her entrance with the head of my dick and watch her wiggle her ass, trying to work it in. I give her a smack on both cheeks, grab her hips, and plunge inside her. She cries out and reaches back to grab my wrist. I remain still, tripping out on how amazing she feels. No woman has ever felt this good, not even remotely close. Her body jerks and she arches her back when I lean forward and gently nip at her back with my teeth.

“Gage...”

And there it is. My name on her lips is all I need. I place one hand on her shoulder and begin to move. Every time I get inside her, it’s the same; I want to go slow and drag out this feeling for as long as I can, but at the same time I want to go hard and fast so I can get to the part where I come in her sweet pussy. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Especially in moments like this, when she’s grabbing onto my dick like a fucking vice. Fuck it. I slide my hand around her neck and pull her against me.

“Trust me?”

“Of course,” she replies instantly.

Trust. I don’t know what I did to earn hers so completely, but I’ll do everything I can to keep it. She yelps in surprise when I grab her thighs and lift her off the floor. I position her torso on the ironing board and wrap her legs around me, keeping my hand on her throat. She holds on to me with both legs, her heels digging into my back.