Claiming the Knights (13 page)

             
“Yes, she is good at reading cards.” Raw took another bite of his sandwich, and scanned the room for her. He saw her and another younger woman, heading down the hall together.

             
This may be his chance to talk to her while she is away from her mother.

             
“Do you have point to talking to me? I need to go to my room Joe.”

             
Joe took a deep breath. “I know you and Raven are gettin' all hot and heavy. Look man, I don't want of piss you off, but she means a lot to us. She is my ol' lady's good friend, and none of us wanna see her get hurt.” Joe started to get up. “If Anne finds out, you are on your own. She will come un-fuckin'-glued.” Joe walked off.

             
Raw just sat there. Deciding not to go down the hall and find her. Instead, he pulled out his phone and sent a text.

Raw: Bella, I am staying in my room for night so you can enjoy time. I text you when I return.

Chapter 8

             
Raven was lying in the bed next to her mother, who was fast asleep. The club was so quiet for the amount of people in it. They had all worn themselves out, and were all asleep. She heard the occasional prospect making their way down the hall as they traded shifts. She hadn't been at a lock down for a few years and the last one was a wild party. She remembers seeing a woman with no clothes on in the main room, which resulted in her mother flipping out, and taking Raven to a room for the rest of the time. They had changed things because this one was all about the kids having fun, and family time.

             
She had read Raw's text hours ago and kept thinking about him. She wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. Being in strange surroundings and having a man down the hall that was all over her mind, she laid there for another hour before getting up to explore the hallway, and maybe go to the main room for a snack.

             
She tiptoed down the hall, hoping not to see anyone. She could hear music coming from some of the closed doors and loud snores filtering out of others. She could see a faint light on in the main room as she approached the end of the hall. First she looked at the door, to make sure there were no prospects that she should acknowledge and explain her late night snack to.  Then she looked towards the bar.

              He heard footsteps coming down the hall. He figured it was another shift change. He looked down at his beer, and then back up, to see which one of the young prospects it was this time. There she was, looking towards the door, and then in his direction. He smiled. She froze.

             
“Bella Raven,” he whispered to her. He patted the seat next to him.

             
Moving slowly towards him, she climbed on the stool.

             
She was wearing a tank top and some pajama pants. It was clearly obvious that she was not wearing a bra. He got hard immediately, but did his best to ignore it.

             
“Why you come out to main room?” he again whispered.

             
“I can't sleep. Too many thoughts and not in my own bed,” she said.

             
He offered her a sip of beer. She shook her head.

             
Such a good girl she was. He couldn't help but think how bad he wanted to fuck her, but he pushed it down. He didn't want to scare her more than he already had. He wanted to take his time, letting her come to him. This needed to be her choice.

             
She got off the stool, went around the bar, and took a pop out of the fridge. “I will have this,” she said to him, getting back up on the stool next to him.

             
“Why are you up?” she asked him.

             
“Big job coming. My brain is busy. I think about you too Bella.” He smiled at her and gently squeezed her knee.

             
She gasped and turned bright read. Passion took over for her and she wanted to feel him, and his hands all over her.

             
“Can we please go to your room Raw?” she asked him.

             
Thoughts went through his head. He wanted this one so bad. There was so much risk. He had to be careful. He was in Northwest Knights territory. He had to respect them, and this girl was essentially theirs.

             
“Your mother?” he asked.

             
“You said I should make my own choices. I am making one. I am 20. I want this,” she explained to him. “She is sleeping, she doesn't wake easily.”

             
“The choice is yours Bella. I do not compromise your virginity. We just play for a while and I send you back to mom,” he says.

             
He is not ready to take her, but he will have a taste. Just to prove to himself he can walk away. That he still has his freedom.

             
They tip toe down the hall, and enter his room. It is empty except for the luggage, and the folded blanket on the bed. As soon as the door shuts, and he turns the lock, she steps close to him. She feels so brave with him.

             
Taking her face in his hands, he kisses her. She can feel herself melt. She would do anything for him, to him. He stops kissing her, reaches down, and picks her up. Cradling her, he lays her on the bed.

             
“I show you what I can do for you. We will not fuck. You are too precious for that.”

             
He lays down next to her, on his side, and takes her in. She is so beautiful, and ironic, with her blond hair and name of Raven.

             
“Bella, you are ready?”

             
“Yes Raw. I want to do whatever you want. You make me want you. I don't know why, but I don't care. Please.” She is buzzing and she can't stop. She hopes that he will do something to bring her down from this high.

             
He sits up next to her on the bed, hooks his fingers on each side of her pants, and stretches the elastic down her body, getting her panties on the way down. She lifts her butt off the bed to allow him to take them off. He tosses them on the floor.

             
“Just a taste Bella, just a taste,” he says, reaching between her legs.

             
She wants this so bad, but doesn't know what to do. She had made out a few times, but this was a man that knew what he was doing. She did her best to keep her legs together out of embarrassment.

             
He placed his hand on her, and tried to continue.

             
“You don't want, we stop,” he said, keeping his hand still. “I take care of you. I promise.”

             
He felt her relax and he kissed her. As he kissed her, her legs fell open, and gave him access to what he was here for. His fingers found her, and worked her a little bit. She moaned, moving to meet his fingers, as they slowly moved over her center.

             
“Not yet Bella. I have to taste.” He bent down and he placed his face inches from her, and lightly blew.

             
She felt like she was going to come undone right there. She found herself grasping his head, and pushing him down on her. He responded by taking her in his mouth. She let out a loud moan.

             
“Bella, you must be silent.” He stopped.

             
“I will, please don't stop,” she begged him.

             
He continued to work her with his mouth and within minutes she was cresting. He could feel her build up, and backed off to tease her. When he did, she arched to meet him and he gave her the release she was looking for. She had grabbed a pillow, and put it over her face, and was screaming into it. He stopped and sat next to her. “Just a taste, and now we stop.” Raw licked his lips.

             
She closed her legs and squeezed them shut, giving herself more pleasure. “That was amazing Raw,” she said, catching her breath.

             
“I am happy you like.” He smiled at her, and kissed her.

             
She could taste herself on his lips. In any other situation, she would have thought that was gross, but with him it was hot. She wanted more.

             
“Let’s fuck,” she blurted out.

             
“No Raven. I tell you that I just want taste. You have to go back to mom. I will be gone in the morning and will text you when I return. Then we talk about it.” He was being a bit harsh with her, but he needed to take a shower, and relieve his own pressure.

             
She put her pants back on. He hugged her, and kissed her.

             
“You are beautiful and I love your taste. I hope to see you in days when I return. You decide.”

             
“I have decided Raw. Yes,” she said. She walked out, sure that she would see him again, soon.

              When she woke up, and went out the main room to find her mom, he was already gone. He and Drifter had left very early. Her mom had been up for a few hours, cooking, and taking care of some of the cleaning, with help from the ol' ladies. All the kids had eaten, and they were busy doing homework, playing games, and playing as mellow as a bunch of cooped up kids could be.

             
Raven got some food and she found a chair next to Meagan.

             
“Hey Rave, what's up?” Meg asked her.

             
Raven looked around to make sure that no one was too close. “I ended up with Raw last night, about two.”

             
Meagan's eye's about popped out of her head. “WTF Raven?”

             
“Well I couldn't sleep for obvious reasons, so I came out here to get a snack, and there he was. We talked for a few and then I asked him to take me to his room,” she whispered to Meg.

             
“Did you guys do it?”

             
“No, but he went down on me, or tasted me, as he put it. Made me come,” she said with a smile on her face. She felt like a giddy school girl.

             
“And that was it?” Meg asked, expecting more.

             
“Yeah... he told me to go back to my mom and he would text me when he gets back from whatever his club job is,” she told Meagan.

             
“Said he just wanted a taste of me. What the fuck does that mean?.. But after last night, he can have a taste of me whenever the fuck he wants one,” Raven giggled.

             
“Jesus, Rave, I have never seen you like this,” Meg told her.

             
Anne walked up and the girls stopped talking.

             
“What is so funny, girls?” Anne asked them.

             
Meg looked up at her. “Just giggling about boys. You know, girl talk.”

             
If she only knew, Raven thought.

             
“Well I need your help in the kitchen when you are done eating,” Anne said, as she trailed off across the room, towards the kitchen.

              The next day and half went by without a hitch. It was evening, and needless to say, the entire club was getting anxious for lock down to be over. The kids were all getting sick of being inside. The women all wanted to be back in their homes. They were all doing their best to do their part to make it as sane as possible.

             
Scooter came out of the meeting room, followed by Dean. It was a little after eight PM. He rang the bell on the wall to get everyone's attention.

             
All the commotion of the after dinner activities stopped.

             
“Things have mellowed out enough that I feel comfortable with you all going home,” Scooter said loudly, so they could all hear.