“More than anything,” he says in a husky voice.

Well then, of course! “Okay.”

“Reach into your panties and touch yourself with two fingers.”

I slip my hand into my underwear and slide two fingers up my lips. Holy shit!

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

“See, baby doll? I’m not even there but your body wants me.”

I slide my fingers again, marveling in the slippery feeling. It feels fucking awesome. Why haven’t I done this before?

“Now I want you to rub your clit in circles for me, while you squeeze your breasts with your free hand. Imagine me here, stroking my dick as I think about what you’re doing for me.”

I follow his instructions, my right hand squeezing my right breast as my left hand circles away at my clit. I can’t even describe the sensations I’m feeling right now. Not only from what I’m doing but knowing that he’s listening and jacking off.

“Faster, baby. I want to hear you come.”

I moan as I move my fingers faster. I alternate between breasts, not getting enough of myself. He grunts on the other end and a tingle travels the length of my body.

“Faster!”

Strange sounds begin to leave my mouth. His moans are only adding fuel to the fire.

“I’m going to count backwards from ten. When I get to one, I want you to come, Raven.”

What? How the hell am I supposed to do that?

“Ten.”

He starts his countdown and all I can think is that I need to come when he gets to one. Maybe I should go faster.

“Nine. Faster, baby.”

I work my clit faster, barely concentrating on his counting. My entire body is in a whole other realm of pleasure. I grip my blanket as I lean forward. My juices drip down my fingers.

“Oh, my God. Am I supposed to be so wet?”

He groans and grunts, and I swear I hear the sound of his hand as he strokes his dick.

“Two.”

Oh, shit. When did he get to two? A weird feeling washes over me and the moment he says “one”, my body jerks. My muscles clench and my entire body vibrates.

“Gage!”

I fall back on the bed and stretch my legs out. I feel weightless and euphoric. And all from my own fingers. If this is what sex is like, how the hell does anyone get anything done? I think I’ve found a new hobby!

“How do you feel, baby doll?”

“I feel…amazing,” I get out between breaths.

“Was that your first orgasm?”

“Yes. Did…did you…?”

“Yes. You were very hot, Raven. Now I need to go clean up and change my boxers.”

I giggle at the image in my head. I can’t believe we just did that.

“Me, too.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. And I’m glad you gave me the privilege. Now get some rest, little one.”

For some reason, I don’t want him to hang up. No, scratch that, I know why. I want to do that again!

“Good night, Raven.”

 “Good night.”

“Just one more thing. I want you to remember, when you came, it was my name you called out and not his.”

CHAPTER 6 ***Gage***

I woke up this morning with a huge grin. I also had the best night’s sleep in months. And it’s all because of Raven. I can’t remember the last time I fucked a woman and felt this good afterwards. And I didn’t even touch her. My dick twitches as I remember the way she said my name when she came. I’ve made up my mind. No more staying away bullshit. The second she turns eighteen, I’m hittin’ that. I just need to keep my hands to myself until then. It’s going to be fucking hard after last night. She didn’t reply to my text this morning, but I’m chalking it up to a little embarrassment.

I whistle a melody as I sit at my desk and go over the Kitty’s accounts, pausing when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opens and Lonnie pushes her head in. Great. What the hell does she want?

“Hi, Gage.”

“Hey, Lonnie. What’s up?”

She steps in, closes the door, and strolls to the chair opposite me, an extra swing in her hips. Honestly, it’s wasted on me. Even before I met her sister, it wouldn’t have worked. I fucked her a few times when she just came here but I haven’t touched her in a long fucking time. I wonder if she knows what’s going on with Raven. Could it be some loser she’s bringing home who’s putting his hands on her? I clench my teeth to keep quiet.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah?”

Maybe she does know and is finally coming for help.

“I was thinking…I don’t want to be a Hound anymore.”

I should have known better. “That’s your choice. No one’s keeping you here.”

“I know, but I want to be an old lady.”

Good luck. Who the fuck’s going to want you after you’ve fucked every man in the club? Definitely not me. The hopeful look in her eyes makes me think she’s actually serious.

“Anyone in particular?”

“Yes.”

“Well, does he know?”

“No.”

“If the guy has no idea, don’t you think you should talk to him, and not me?”

“I was hoping he’d realize on his own.”

“Nothing I can do there. You need to sort that out with him. I’m not getting involved.”

Her face falls and she stares down at her hands in her lap. If she thought I was going to talk one of my brothers into claiming her, she’s insane. Maybe I should talk to her about Raven. She’s her guardian, after all. Then again, she’s probably not in the most receptive mood right now. Fuck it, I don’t need her. I’ll be around now, so I can figure shit out on my own. Whoever the fucker is, his days are numbered.

“Is there something else?”

“No. I just thought you should know.”

“Okay. Close the door on your way out.”

She walks out, head down, dragging her feet. The hip swing is gone. Who’d have thought Lonnie would want to settle down? Again, not me. Raven though, she’s definitely the settling down type. I can see her wanting the house with the picket fence, the kids, and the dog. Am I the man to provide that for her? Hell no. But she’s young. She has time to work on her suburban dream if that’s what she wants.

By the time I finish working, I realize that I missed lunch and I’m starving. Hell, it’s damn near dinnertime. Maybe I should go to Millie’s and pay my little bird a visit. I lock the office door and head straight to the bathroom for a shower. I can’t wait to see her.

I step out of the shower, singing “Sympathy for the Devil” as I dry off. Fuck me, but I haven’t felt this good in a long time. After dressing in a white t-shirt, straight jeans, and white Jordans, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror contemplating whether I should comb my hair. Nah. I put in some Bedhead molding paste and run my fingers through it. I decide to leave my cut behind but not my Glock. I never leave home without it. A little of my current, favorite cologne, Gucci Guilty, and then I’m out the door.

Out in the bar, I find Razor getting the guys together while some of the girls are packing supplies. He’s a giant of a man, towering over me and about three times my size. He’d intimidate anyone without even trying. He got the nickname because he always had a disposable razor he would pull out at random times and just start shaving. I’ve never seen him with hair on his face. He’s a rock, though. I can count on him for anything, which is why he’s my Sergeant. He’s a mean son-of-a-bitch and won’t hesitate to kill a man. He’s good at it, too. Second to me, of course.

“Pushing out?” I ask him.

“Yeah. Talked to Mission. Everything goes okay, we should be back by this time tomorrow.”

Mission is the President of our Jacksonville charter. They run pain meds – Oxy, Vicodin, Percocet, you name it. They’re setting up a new base of operations and I’m sending some of my guys down there to help with securing the location.

“Cool. Let me know when you get there.”