“Oh, shit. I think he’s coming over here.”

My brain isn’t processing Chrissy’s words because I’m focused on Gage. He crosses over, parks at the curb, and removes his helmet. He jerks his head toward the twins in a half-assed attempt at a greeting and settles his gaze on me.

“Where you off to, Raven?”

I can feel the twins’ eyes burning a hole into me. This is not good.

“I know I told you to stay out of my business.”

He dismounts and saunters over, a smug smile on his lips. My heart skips just a tiny beat when I remember I was kissing those very lips last night, just a few measly hours ago.

“Can I get a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“I just wanna talk.”

“About what?”

He glances toward the twins. I totally forgot they were there. I can’t even imagine what they must be thinking about this exchange. I sigh and offer an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.”

He leads me far enough away so the twins can’t hear our conversation and faces me, his back to them.

“Why are you so hostile?”

“Why are you so nosy?” I shoot back.

I fold my arms under my breasts and give him the most defiant expression I can muster. He slowly drags his gaze down and it rests on my cleavage. He shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat before looking me in the eyes again.

“Just curious. No need to be defensive.”

“Well, that information is available on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby doll. I need to know everything about you.”

“Oh, really? I wonder why.”

He tilts his head to the side and narrows those baby-blues of his. Why does he have to be so frickin’ hot? His hair is all beautifully messy and he somehow makes a simple, white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut look like they belong on a fashion runway. Even the chain dangling across his thigh and the black combat boots, though cliché, add to his overall appeal.

“Because of the way your body came alive from my kiss.”

Fuck.

“I’m not the only one. I hear you had quite a night.”

His brows knit in confusion and he crosses his arms over his chest. Those arms, they were holding me last night. I was crushed to that chest, felt its hardness. I want to feel it again. Shit. Focus, Raven!

“What do you mean?”

“Deena was very forthcoming with information this morning.”

“Deena? Who’s that?”

“Wow, one would think you’d know the name of the woman who had your dick in her mouth last night.”

His face relaxes and he places his hands on his hips.

“She told you that?”

“Not exactly. She and Lonnie were talking over breakfast and they thought I couldn’t hear.”

I show him my earphones as a way of explanation. “Chick could barely talk. You really did some damage with, as she put it, your ‘monster dick’.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Raven, look –”

“It’s cool. I just think I should get some kind of compensation if I’m going to be your fluffer.”

“Fluffer?” he exclaims. “What the fuck do you know about fluffers?”

“I know a lot of things,” I say with a smirk. The majority of my “knowledge” comes from books but that’s totally irrelevant. He doesn’t need to know that, right?

He steps closer and I consciously have to try to control my breathing. That smirk? Gone. I need to stop letting him affect me like this.

“That’s great, but there’s a lot more I plan on teaching you.”

Okay, that low, seductive voice just did things to my body a voice should have no ability to do. I desperately need to turn this situation around. I unfold my arms and slowly trace my cleavage with my middle finger. The action draws his attention and he licks his lips.

“Tell me…when she was on her knees in front of you…were you thinking about me?”

The guilty expression confirms what I already knew. “Were you imagining my mouth wrapped around you?”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls as he swallows hard.

“Let me guess. You know about that, too.”

“Well, I’ve done some things, too, Mr. Hunter.”

He clenches his jaw. Hard. Uh oh, have I gone too far?

“You shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Why not? You’ll have more material when you’re with Deena later…or Lonnie…or whoever.”

“I admit it. I was thinking about you. And you know what? It pissed me the fuck off.”

Ouch. There’s a blow to my ego.

“I meant I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. At least not yet. And you talking like that doesn’t help my situation.”

“I’m sorry you can’t control your urges, but it’s not my problem.”

“I want you. I can’t help that. I just need you to know that the moment I can, I will have you.”

Oh. My. God. That’s it. I have no smart-ass comment or comeback for that one. He makes me want to believe his words. As much as I seem to be attracted to him and as confident as he is, that can’t and won’t happen. I need to stay as far as I can from him and his club. Thank God, I hear the bus coming.

“That’s my bus. I gotta go.”

“Let me give you a ride.”

“No, thanks.”

He takes my hand as I walk by him. The simple touch sends a shiver all the way from the tips of my fingers to everything north and south of my waist. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m holding my breath.

“Are you scared that you want me, too? There’s no need to be afraid of what you feel, baby doll.”

“Stop calling me that, and I’m not afraid of anything.”

He gives me a smug grin, displaying those perfect, pearly whites.

“If you say so, Raven.”

I pull my hand from his and start moving back toward the bus stop. One last look over my shoulder and I catch him watching me. The stubbornness in me wants to have the last word.

“See ya later, monster dick.”

CHAPTER 3 ***Gage***

Fuck! Fuck my fucking life. It’s too early to be having these thoughts. Why the fuck did I stop? I should have kept riding. I would be at the clubhouse right now, passed out, and not having indecent thoughts about this chick. Now I’m left here with a hard dick, watching the bus drive away. Sleep. That’s what I need. At least if I’m sleeping, I’m not thinking about her.

I hop on my bike and ride like I’m being chased by hellhounds. When I get to the clubhouse, I see the others who rode with me last night gathered around the bar. I know we had a rough night, but I can’t drink this early. I try to bypass them and head to my room, but E pulls me aside. He wasn’t with us last night, and as my VP, I know he’ll want a briefing. Why does it have to be now?

“Not right now, E.”

“Heard there was a…mishap. Was it at least clean?”

“Of course. Took care of it myself. But like I said, not now.”

“Good. But when? I’m heading to work soon.”

Work. The man’s a fucking doctor. I don’t know why he’s even a member of this club.

“Later. I need to crash for a few hours. We’ll have church. Just let everyone know before you leave. Ten good for you?”

“Should be, but if not, I’ll just drag your ass out of bed when I get off.”

“Thanks a lot.”

He chuckles at the sarcasm, slaps my back, and walks away. He’s my best friend, but sometimes he seriously gets on my nerves.

In my room, I strip down to my boxers and fall face-down on the bed. I close my eyes and I see hers. Raven, Raven, Raven. Her name plays on a constant loop in my head. I groan, flip over, and stare up at the ceiling. What the fuck is wrong with me? I haven’t been this hung up on a chick since high school. I mean, she’s hot, but I’ve seen and fucked a lot of hot girls. It’s got to be the anticipation. It’s been a long time since I had to actually put any kind of time or effort into a woman. Maybe I’m getting soft.

No. Fuck that. I need to calm my ass down and stay away from her for a while. And find someone to work out my frustrations on. It damn sure won’t be Super Head. Bitch has a big fucking mouth. Not Lonnie, either. Shit would just get weird. I’ve done the sister thing before, and it did not end well. Britney might get the wrong idea if I make it a regular thing. I can’t even think of anyone who’d fit the bill. Fuck, I need some new talent around here. E would probably agree. I noticed he hasn’t been getting a lot of action lately. Or maybe I need to find someone outside of the club.