Tempted (16 page)

“Can you stop at the house first,
please?”

“Got it.”

After Toni and I shower and change, we head
over to the clubhouse. Even from outside, we hear the hip-hop music
blaring. Toni starts to dance before we walk through the doors. I
can smell Chopper’s burgers, so there’s definitely a party going
on. The music stops when Ron pushes the door open for us.

“Surprise!” Everyone yells.

What the fuck?
All the guys are here,
grinning from ear to ear. It’s obvious they started the party
without me because they’ve all got drinks and Hounds hanging on
them.

“What’s going on?” I ask no one in
particular.

Gage moves toward me from the back of the
room, a big, beautiful smile on his lips.

“Bomboclawt,” Toni drawls. “Swag buck. He got
that big dick walk.”

“Take your eyes off my man’s dick.”

“Mmhmm…mi see if you big, bad, and brave when
him fling cocky under yu rass.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you all about it.”

“What does she mean?” Chrissy whispers.

“That his swag is turned all the way up, and
basically I won’t be so smug after he fucks me.”

“Oh.”

“That’s Mr. Flintstone right there,” Toni
continues.

“He’ll definitely make your bed rock,”
Chrissy adds.

I look between the two of them in marvel. I
can’t believe they just met today. “Yeah, well…I’ll be his Wilma
any day.”

I smile up at him as he stands before me.

“Hey, babe.”

“What is all this?”

“The guys wanted to throw you a party…our
way. But I think this is more for them than you.”

There’s a chorus of “happy birthday” and then
the music starts back up. I’m overwhelmed. I just don’t know what
to say.

“You must be Toni,” Gage says to my
bestie.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the
trip.”

He raises a brow at me when she hugs him and
kisses his cheek. I wave it off and he shrugs.

“No problem. My girl wanted you here.”

“Shit, Rave. Please want me here more
often.”

“Move. Then I won’t need to miss you.”

“Find me a man like him and we have a
deal.”

Gage gives her his cocky grin and motions to
the room as he pulls me away. “Take your pick.”

Everyone greets me as we pass by. Even some
of the Hounds. Ellen kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Where’s Mikey?”

“In the back, sleeping. That kid can sleep
through anything.”

Gage leads me into the corridor and pushes me
against the wall. I forget about everything going on in the next
room and wrap my arms around his neck as he lowers his head. His
lips cover mine as he grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor. I
wrap my legs around his hips and part my lips for his insistent
tongue. I moan at the first taste of him – like peppermint and my
favorite dessert. He sucks on my tongue and presses his crotch into
mine with a groan.

“Fuck. I can’t even look at you without
getting hard.”

“Perfect. ’Cause I get wet just thinking
about you.”

He lets me down and reaches into his back
pocket. I stare down at the small, rectangular box he presents me
with.

“Happy birthday.”

I open it and there’s a replica of his
necklace and “12 Gage” pendant. It’s smaller, but it looks exactly
like the one he gave me that I now wear all the time. He removes it
from my neck and places it back around his. I lift my hair out of
the way and he clasps mine for me.

“Oh, Gage…I love it.”

He smiles proudly as he stares at the
necklace. “Mine.”

I return his smile, grab his cut and pull him
in close. “Mine,” I tell him.

He takes my hand and we walk back to the bar.
Pandemonium ensues. There are cheers, whistles, catcalls, and
hooting. My cheeks must be flaming red. I hold my head down and
avoid everyone’s gazes. Dr. E comes over and hugs me tightly. He
eyes my necklace then winks at Gage.

“Happy birthday, sis.”

He kisses my cheek and loses himself in the
crowd.
Sis. Is that what this is all about? Is it some kind of
welcome to their club? Their family?
My heart constricts. This
band of men who I once despised has embraced me into their lives. I
couldn’t feel more at home. They’ve even welcomed my friends.
Chrissy is on Ron’s lap and Toni is next to them, sitting on the
bar talking to Allah. Huh...so all it took was my bestie to pull
him away from the turntables. I smile as I watch him whisper in her
ear. I don’t hear her answer, but he obviously doesn’t like it.

“Fuck you, bitch!” He sneers.

I lose my shit. “What did you call her?” I
try to storm over there, but Gage holds me back.

“Don’t get in the middle of it.”

“If you won’t do something about it, I will.
I won’t let him disrespect her like that!”

I fight against his hold but it’s futile.
Then Toni speaks and I remember just who my friend is.

“How big is your dick?”

Allah stares at her in confusion and she hops
down from the bar.

“What?”

“I
said
how big is your dick? If you
ain’t got at least eight inches in them boxers, then you watch how
the fuck you talk to me.”

Ha! Serves him right.
Gage chuckles
and releases me.

“You all got fucking smart mouths.”

Allah silently fumes as his brothers laugh at
him. He grabs Toni’s hand and drags her off to where Gage and I
just came from.
Oh, hell no.
Gage tries to stop me, but I
evade him and follow them. They’re at the end of the corridor and
Toni’s hand is in his jeans.
Okay, then. I guess she doesn’t
need my help after all.
I slowly back away. Deena corners me
before I can make my way back to Gage.

“Hey. Have you heard from Lonnie?”

“She doesn’t talk to me when she’s here. Why
would I hear from her?”

“She’s disappeared like this before, but she
usually calls after a day or two.”

I shrug, looking over her shoulder at the
ongoing party.

“He kisses you.”

I snap my gaze back to her, surprised.
There’s no hate or jealousy in her tone.

“I’ve never seen him do that with anyone.
Lonnie’s been trying to get to him for a while. It’s funny that he
ended up with you. He looks happy. I’m glad.”

She backs away and I watch her, just a little
confused. As Lonnie’s friend, I thought she would want to scratch
my eyes out.
Go figure.
Gage appears at my side and jerks
his head toward the corridor.

“What happened?”

“There’s a little show and tell going on,” I
mumble, still a little distracted by Deena’s words.

The lights go out as he begins to laugh.
Movement from the kitchen area catches my attention, and I turn to
see Aunt Nita and Chopper wheeling out a ginormous cake. Everyone
sings the birthday song and Gage helps me blow out the candles. I
don’t need to make a wish; there’s only one thing I want and I
already have him. He swipes some of the frosting and offers it to
me. I suck it from his finger, fighting the urge to make it a
demonstration of my skills. Someone, I’m not quite sure who, pushes
a bottle into my hand. I look around at my new family and throw my
hands in the air.

“Okay, people. Let’s party!”

She’s dancing on the bar, shaking her ass and
getting me all kinds of worked-up. She’s been at it for a while
now, and my dick has been saluting her the entire time. Toni and
Chrissy are right up there with her. They are quite a trio. Ron and
Allah spirit the other two away, leaving my girl up there all
alone. She really loves to dance because she doesn’t even seem to
notice.

“Raven.”

She smiles down at me and sits on the bar. I
pick her up, take her to my room, and stand her up at the foot of
the bed. She sways a bit and clutches my arm to steady herself.
“Did you have fun?”

“Hells yeah,” she slurs.

“Are you drunk, baby doll?”

“I only had one beer.”

“One too many.”

“Whatever. Kiss me,” she says, leaning
against me.

“I have something for you first.”

“What is it?”

I hand her the envelope and wait while she
opens it. She pulls out the card and smiles at the design – “Happy
birthday” written above three cupcakes, each with a lit candle.
When she opens it, her eyes go wide.

“What the…are you…a two
thousand
dollar Amazon gift card?” She exclaims.

“For your books.”

“Do you have any idea how many books I can
buy with this?”

I shrug and she jumps into my arms, wrapping
hers tightly around my neck.

“You’re the best!”

With her body pressed against me, I can’t
help myself. The card and envelope fall from her fingers as I begin
to kiss her neck. Her moan removes every coherent thought from my
mind. I lay her on the bed and climb on top of her, positioning
myself between her legs. I lick her skin, salty from sweat, and she
throws her head back. Her back arches and the movement presses her
breasts to my chest. Her soft body feels so good against me. I
could get lost in her curves for days. She pushes at my cut, and I
shrug it off. Her hands immediately start pulling at my shirt and I
allow her to remove it. Eager fingers glide over my chest and
stomach and she moans.

“God, you feel good.”

“I wish you could feel what I feel when I
touch
you
, doll.”

I look down at the pendants from our
necklaces lying next to each other on her sternum and get the
animalistic urge to beat my chest like a gorilla. Somehow, this
gorgeous woman beneath me is mine. She pulls me down to her, and I
press my lips to hers. The kiss quickly escalates. In seconds,
we’re grabbing at each other, consumed by passion. I slip my
fingers under her top, pulling it up and off. I’ve seen lots of
tits before but none as amazing as hers. Even covered in lace, I
can tell they’ll be the most perfect breasts I’ll ever see.

“I can’t wait to come all over these
tits…watch it drip down your nipples.”

I bury my face in them, nipping at the sides
while I lift her leg and press my dick against her pussy.

“Please, Gage…please, just fuck me.”

I chuckle as I stare down at her. “Little
Miss I-Want-To-Make-Love wants to get fucked? What happened to
making me beg?”

Her eyes regain focus and she lets her arms
fall to the bed.

“I lost sight of my goal for a while, but
thank you for reminding me.”

“So, you’re resuming the mission?”

“Absolutely. No sex until I say so. As a
matter of fact…when’s
your
birthday?”

“April tenth.”

“Lovely. We shall wait ‘til then.”

“Lovely? Shall? When did you turn into a
Victorian maiden?”

“About a minute ago.”

“And you’re saying I’ll have to wait until
my
birthday?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes. Put
that
on your calendar, Mr.
Hunter.”

“You must be out of your mind. You’re asking
for another spanking.”

“Why would I? It hurt.”

“Because that time it was supposed to.”

She rolls her eyes in disbelief. “When does a
spanking
not
hurt?”

“You’d be surprised, doll.”

“Obviously, you’ve done it before. These
women…they enjoyed it?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have done it if they
didn’t.”

“And you do, too?”

“I do.”

She chews on her bottom lip and slides her
hands around my neck.

“Show me. Spank me, Gage.”

***Raven***

I can’t believe I just asked him to spank me.
What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I
am
drunk…or drunk on
him. The change in his eyes is instantaneous. A second ago, they
were alight with humor and mischief. Now, they’re dark with desire.
He really does enjoy this.

“Are you sure?” He asks with raised
brows.

“Yes…please.”

“If you don’t like it, you just have to tell
me to stop. Okay?”

I nod as his fingers move to the button on my
jeans. He kneels between my legs and pulls my zipper down. My
breathing becomes ragged. I raise my hips off the bed and allow him
to remove my jeans. He works them slowly down, his eyes following
their progress. He drops them at the foot of the bed and bites into
his bottom lip as his eyes wander over my body. The heat from his
gaze and his fingertips lightly gliding down my stomach, send a
shiver up my spine. He’s barely touching me, but my body responds
with intensity. I clench my muscles at the insistent throbbing
between my legs.

“You’re perfect.”

Jesus. He sits on the edge of the bed and
takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Come here.” I kneel next to him and he curls
his arm around my waist. “Lie across my lap.”

I do as he says, gasping as his erection
presses into my stomach. He adjusts me to his liking and then
trails his fingers down my spine. I shudder and moan as I feel
myself getting wetter. Just the knowledge of being totally at his
mercy excites me in a way I never thought possible. His palm
travels up the back of my thigh and over my ass. There’s a softness
to his touch that belies what he’s about to do. He repeats the
action on my other thigh.

“Fuck, I love your body.”

I squirm on his lap as the ache between my
legs gets greater. He adjusts my panties, exposing more of my ass
to him, then rubs my cheeks as if preparing them for his palm. When
the first smack comes, I wasn’t expecting it. I yelp in surprise.
That wasn’t so bad.
Slap
. The next cheek gets some
attention.

“Shit. Look at that ass jiggle.”

I put my twerking skills to work, shaking one
cheek then the next.

“Fuck! Do that again.”

Just when I’m really getting into it, he
slaps me on my inner thigh.