Page 10 of Taming Raptor

To get to the room I used, I had to enter the common area and go up the stairs. With it being a Monday morning, I figured the brothers would be at work or busy. What I didn’t expect was to find most of them chilling around the common area in the AC. They all stopped, and their conversations came to an abrupt halt as they stared at me with my sandals in hand and wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Some with wide eyes, others with jaws hanging, a few with both.

“Good morning, boys,” I called out as I took my time walking to the base of the steps. I knew damn well I looked well-fucked and I didn’t care. Never did before, didn’t then. With a sway to my hips, I climbed the stairs. My foot touched the landing, and I heard the voice that had my body on alert.

“Don’t you guys have shit to do?” Raptor grumbled. I glanced downstairs in time to see Venom hide his silent laughter behind Raptor’s back. The rest of the guys still gaped at their VP—none of them paying any attention to me.

Raptor’s scowl hit me, and I crossed my arms, pushing my braless tits up as I cocked a hip. The furrow between his brows deepened when he realized I didn’t have a bra on. My nipples reacted to his gaze, and I wanted to tell them to knock it off.

I half expected him to tell me to put a bra on or go to my room, but I should’ve known better. That wasn’t how he operated. He was dominant, but not controlling. And as long as I was his plaything, no one touched me. He had gotten me to agree that I wouldn’t fuck anyone else, and he was the type who expected people to stay true to their word.

I would.

Until he eventually bored me—which was why I’d never committed to one man. They tended to wear out their appeal.

He surprised me though. Like a wild animal, he stalked toward the lower landing, then stormed up until we were eye to eye. His tawny eyes reminded me of tiny kaleidoscopes. With flecks of deep chocolate brown, golden topaz, and a hint of soft green, they flickered and shifted—ever-changing. At the moment they were more gold than anything else and my chest squeezed at how beautifully rugged the man was.

For several heartbeats we stood there, eyes locked. I lifted a single brow, daring him to say something. Then his inked hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me close. The second his lips crashed into mine, I gasped, giving him the opening he needed. His hot tongue swept in and slid along mine—enticing it to an erotic duel.

When he broke free, I was panting, and my heart was pounding. Hot breath fanning across my ear, he whispered, “I fucking love your tits.”

Then he pinched one of the overly sensitive nubs causing me to groan. It was a very public announcement that he was fucking me. And that wasn’t like him.

“I have work to do. Be waiting for me tonight.”

He didn’t remind me that I wasn’t supposed to fuck anyone else, because he’d already made that clear. And no one questioned him—no one except me, that is.

“I’ll think about it.” I smirked before I spun out of his hold and sauntered to my room with an extra sway to my hips.

I damn sure would be there, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Help”—Papa Roach

“What’s up with that?” Venom asked when I returned to the first floor of the clubhouse and stomped to the door. My answering grunt made the fucker chuckle as he followed me out the clubhouse door.

I snagged my helmet from my handlebars and jerked it on my head. Venom did the same.

“Don’t fucking start,” I grumbled.

He burst out laughing. “You’re so fucked. Do you know how long she’s wanted a piece of you?”

“It’s just fucking. No different than any other woman I’ve been with. I don’t do relationships with all the dating and flowers bullshit. I fuck. Just because I like to have an exclusive partner, doesn’t make it a relationship—unless being fuck buddies equals a relationship.” I stoically stared at him as he continued to find great humor in my goddamn sex life. When he started his bike, I started mine.

“I didn’t say it was, I just think it’s fucking hilarious watching you with her. Christ, you’ve avoided her bed for damn near ten years or maybe more. Every one of the brothers knows that too. Then you practically pissed on her in there—right in front of them. I’m not sure which was more priceless, their expressions or your situation,” he explained, loud enough to be heard over our engines. With a shake of his head and a shit-eating grin, he put his bike in gear and twisted the throttle.

I followed him out of the lot, and we hit the road. We were meeting with the president of the Demented Sons MC about halfway in Fort Dodge. Venom and Snow had grown up together and had been friends most of their lives. It was a personal visit and Venom had asked if I wanted to ride along. As soon as he said he was going to Ja-Mar’s I was on board. They had the best fucking burgers I’d ever had.

A little over an hour later, we were pulling into town and parked outside of the old drive-in style restaurant. Snow and a couple of his guys were already there, so we parked by them and headed inside.

Snow lifted a hand from the corner table they were at, and we made our way over. I recognized the two with him as Reaper and Soap. When we got close, they stood.

“Good to see you, brother,” Snow told Venom as they embraced. With a solid back slap, they parted. “How’s Margaret?”

“Ornery as ever,” Venom snorted drawing a laugh out of his friend. Once they’d said their hellos, everyone in the group greeted each other, then we took a seat. The waitress came over as soon as we did, telling me she’d been waiting for us to wrap up our hellos.

“Hey, gentlemen. What can I get you to drink?” She had blonde hair and pale blue eyes, but that’s about all I noticed.

“I’ll take a water, darlin’,” I replied when she got to me. My light Texas drawl slipped out and she giggled. Confused, I glanced up at her. That’s when I realized she was a pretty girl, but the way she wet her lip as she gave me a coy wink did nothing for me.

Reaper nudged me when she walked off. “I think she likes you.”

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