“How old are you, Raven?”

“Why?”

He growls and descends on my lips once more. If his intention is to kiss me senseless, he’s achieved that. And then some.

“Because I’m going to fuck you.”

Oh. Those words should appall me, shouldn’t they? I should not be turned on by them but I am, all the way on. Wait a minute…hold up. Who does he think he is? What kind of girl does he think I am? Certainly not the type to jump into bed with a man she just met!

“What makes you think I want to fuck you? Or anyone else for that matter?”

This time, his lips are more insistent than before; I have to hold on to his shoulders to keep myself upright. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never before have my lips been this savagely attacked. It’s as if he’s trying to devour me. And I love it. I fucking love it.

He nips at my bottom lip then takes my hand and presses it against his erection. My mind goes blank. I mean, what woman would be able to think with her fingers wrapped around a hard dick? A hard, enormous dick, attached to a handsome, delicious-smelling man. I give it a little squeeze and he lets out a tortured groan. I squeeze harder and he sinks his fingertips into my hips. I feel so bad but God, he feels good. I’m disappointed and a little more than giddy when he rips his lips from mine. I actually stumble a little when he pulls back, swallowing hard at the storm brewing in his eyes.

“Your age, Raven. Now.”

“Um…aah…s-seventeen.”

“Fuck!”

He releases me and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“How long?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long do I have to wait? When’s your birthday?”

“Three months. October twenty-first.”

“Fuck!”

He turns away from me, places his hands on his hips, and looks toward the sky. I use the opportunity to open the door. When he turns around, I’m halfway inside.

“Three months. I can do that. I can do that. I can wait.”

“You don’t have to. It’s not going to happen.”

CHAPTER 2 ***Gage***

I’m standing here, staring at a closed door. She shot me down. After those mind-blowing kisses, she shot me down. This kind of shit has never happened to me, and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I hear her moving around inside. All I can think about is her lips, her taste, and the way she clung to me. She wants me. It’s just a matter of time. Three months to be exact. By the end, she’ll be so desperate for me I won’t even have to touch her to make her come.

Just thinking about her coming makes my balls ache. I need to do something about my situation ASAP. I drag myself off her porch and make my way back to the clubhouse. I try to concentrate on the road, but I can’t help picturing my hands on her firm ass instead of the handlebar. I can’t stop tasting her on my lips. I can’t stop hearing her moans, even over the roar of the engine. Three months. Three motherfucking months. Might as well be ten years because it will be no less torture. Fuck. I’m a pervert for even thinking these things.

When I get back to the clubhouse, I see that the party has moved inside. I can just imagine what I’ll find there – a lot of shitfaced members and even more Hellhounds. That’s what we call the club whores around here. I step through the doors and I’m a little disappointed to see I was right. Rock music blares from the speakers, and the air is thick with weed and cigar smoke. There are a few couples scattered everywhere, but most of the crowd is gathered around the pool table in the center of the room. As I get closer, I see that it’s Lonnie. She’s getting drilled from behind by Crow while sucking off Motor, who’s leaning against the pool table. It’s a good thing Raven looks nothing like her. I don’t think I would be able to stomach the sight otherwise. They have the same black hair, but Lonnie’s taller and not as curvy. In the looks department, she can’t hold a candle to her sister.

Booker, a prospect, hands me a beer as I lean against the bar, next to E. I look around, trying to find someone to relieve the tension tonight. I spot Britney in a corner with some other girls. I’ve had her a few times. She’s hot, blonde, and relatively new around here. Not too many miles on her pussy. Has a nice body, too. Big, natural tits and thick in all the right places.

“Another uneventful night, huh?” I nod to E as I take a pull of my beer.

“Yup. Don’t know why people think a biker’s life is exciting.”

“Me neither, brother.”

“What happened with you and Little Miss Blue Hair?” he asks, quirking an inquisitive brow.

“Nothing. She’s seventeen.”

“Ouch. So close but yet so far away.”

“Not too far. Only three months.”

“And you’ll just be waiting in the shadows, won’t you?”

“Something like that.”

My gaze locks with Super Head’s. She smiles seductively and then bites into her bottom lip. She’s not built like Raven, certainly not as pretty either, but attractive in her own way. She’s skinny by anyone’s standards and a little top-heavy due to her enormous, fake tits. I love curves. A man needs something to hold on to. It’s a good thing that’s not what I’m looking for tonight. I just need to get a certain blue-eyed vixen out of my head. This bitch might be just what I need. I smile back and she instantly begins to move toward me, flipping her brown hair as she passes some of the other girls. E chuckles.

“Oh, shit. Have fun, man.”

“I fully intend to, E.”

I down the last of my beer and slam the bottle on the bar, then walk off toward the rooms in the back, knowing she’s following behind. After unlocking my door, I step aside and allow her to precede me. She watches me, licking and biting her lips in anticipation as I close the door. Her tits are popping out of the gold, sequin number she’s wearing.

“Drop the dress.”

The moment it hits the floor, I regret the command. The chick’s just skin and bones. As I look her over, my mind starts playing tricks on me. She’s a few inches shorter and her hair goes from brown to black – with streaks of blue. Her hips curve out and pasty white skin turns to caramel. The erection that had almost died springs back to life.

“Gage…”

She speaks and the mirage disappears. Fuck. I reach into my pocket for a condom as she begins to undo my belt.

“On your knees.”

She drops to the floor and stares up at me like a ravenous beast, licking her shiny, red lips. She pouts as I drop my jeans and roll the condom on.

“Why do you always wear a condom?”

Because I fuck with cum buckets like you.

“I want to taste you, Gage. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Stop talking. That’s not what I need your mouth to be doing right now.”

She flicks out her tongue and trails it across her top lip, showing off her tongue ring. Any other day, my dick would already be in her throat. Now, I can’t even look at her, let alone have her touch me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Clasp your hands behind your back.”

She does as she’s told then leans forward and licks the head of my dick. I close my eyes and just let her do her thing. She starts out slowly, gently sucking as she moves up and down. Gradually, she increases the pace. I tell you…there is nothing like the feeling of having warm, wet lips wrapped around your dick, especially when those lips belong to a human vacuum cleaner.

“Fuck!”

She moans and I feel the vibrations in my balls. Damn, she’s good. But my mind just won’t let me enjoy this. In my head, it’s Raven kneeling before me. It’s her mouth, her lips, her tongue making me feel the things I’m feeling. It’s her dazzling blue eyes staring up at me. My dick twitches and gets painfully hard. I hit the back of her throat and groan. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud right now. She comes up for air and I look down. I see green eyes instead of blue, and anger blazes through me. What kind of man thinks about getting head from a kid? Well…teenager…almost adult? Whatever she is, it’s wrong.