The Prez (Devil’s Mayhem MC #3)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

OMARI

After two weeks, I hear from Kit. He told me his sister forced him to go to the hospital to be seen when she saw the state he was in. He didn’t have any broken bones, but he did have a mild concussion and had to be admitted for a couple days. He said he’s been healing and lying around, getting babied by his sister. I’m glad to hear he’s doing better.

I miss my best friend, but he hurt me badly. Maybe we can repair our friendship, but I don’t think we’ll ever get back what we had. That one comment he made makes me feel as if all the times in the past, he was lying when he told me I looked good when I cried and complained about my weight. Like he thought one thing and said another just because we’re friends. It’s hard to tell if he always wanted to call me fat or if he was trying to make Brock happy. He assured me it was the latter, but he knew just where to hit when he wanted to hurt me. I’ll have to work through that and figure out if the friendship is worth it.

Raf told me to let him know as soon as Kit called to make sure he was healed up physically, but he’s not answering his phone, neither call nor text. I think about waiting until he gets home, but I miss him today. And I haven’t been to his clubhouse before, so I figure with the update from Kit, today is as good a day as any to check it out.

I don’t know how to get there though. Hell, I don’t even know what direction it’s in. I pull out my phone and text Shane to get directions.

Me: Hey. I want to surprise Raf today. How do I get to the clubhouse?

He answers back quickly with step-by-step instructions, since he said it can’t be found with GPS. I read over the directions several times until I have them memorized. I want to avoid pulling out my phone while I have the baby in the car.

Shane: I’m here now, so I’ll tell the prospect to let you in.

I thank him and finish getting the baby ready and his bag packed. With a smile on my face, I head out to visit my man at work.

Shane’s directions were perfect. I didn’t get lost once, which is a feat, since I get lost with the GPS on.

I’m amazed when I pull up to the clubhouse. There is a large wall surrounding the whole thing with barbed wire on top, like they’re trying to prevent anyone from getting in or out. There’s a heavy looking gate in the middle of the wall and the prospect that picked Kit up is trying his damndest to get it open.

After a few moments, he succeeds in opening it enough so I can get the SUV through. I feel bad that Raf doesn’t have a smaller car. I mouth an apology to him as I drive through.

When I get the baby out of his seat and step inside the clubhouse, I’m shocked to see women walking around with tiny shorts and skirts, bras, or belly shirts, and heels a mile high. It’s late morning, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by how they’re dressed.

I look around, trying to find Zeke or Shane or Brian or Jace. Hell, a friendly face of one of the brothers that I’ve spoken to so they can direct me to Raf.

“Aww. A baby.” I turn to the feminine voice and see a slim woman with long blonde walking over to me. She has her hands out as if to touch the baby or hold Little Raf. “He looks just like Prez. Come here, baby.”

I turn my body and tuck Little Raf closer to me, blocking her from touching him in any way. “No thanks,” I say when she gets within a few feet of us. “Do you know where Raf is?”

She tries to walk around me with her hands outstretched to get to Little Raf, but I turn. Little Raf, who reaches out for anyone, lies his head on my shoulder and tucks himself into me as if to say no, as well. “Just let me hold him. He’s adorable. Babies love me.”

Huffing, I look her in the eye. “I said no thanks. I’d rather you didn’t touch him.”

Her hands drop to her hips and she eyes me up and down. “So, what are you, the help?”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m his nanny, yes.”

“Fucking nanny. You think you’re better than me and you’re a fucking nanny?”

“I never said I was better than you. I said you couldn’t hold the baby. I don’t know where your hands have been. ”

She smirks, cocking her hip out. “Well, they just got off Prez’s cock, so I guess it’s best I don’t touch the baby.” A look of triumph flashes on her face as he crosses her arms over her chest.

Ice fills my vein as I look at her, taking in her pretty face and her nice body and feel like I don’t measure up.

But only for a moment. I think about what Raf told me just this morning while we were in bed, his cock rubbing against mine as he jerked us together, whispering how much he couldn’t get enough of me and how much he loved touching me just before he came, his seed marking me. There’s no way he let this woman touch him. I trust him.

Grinning at her, I shake my head. “You must know who I am to say something like that to me.” Her eyebrows dip and she seems to deflate a little. “I willing to bet Raf hasn’t touched you since he started touching me .” Her eyes turn stormy and I smile wider. “Are you jealous that he wanted to get involved with the help instead of you?”

She scoffs, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. “He’s just playing with you. I’m his favorite and I’ll be his old lady. He doesn’t really like you. Getting his rocks off with the desperate fatty that’s easily accessible.” My heart thumps at her dig at my weight, but I don’t let it show. “Prez ain’t gay and doesn’t want to walk around town with a fat fuck like you.”

Swallowing down my hurt, I say, “Oh sweetie. The desperation coming off you is embarrassing.”

She growls, opening her mouth to say more harmful things, but a booming voice stops her. “If you say one more thing to my boyfriend,” Raf says, tone brimming with anger, “I will rip your fucking tongue out.” I turn to see Raf striding towards me, eyes flashing. His expression is fierce, jaw clenched tight. He’s never looked so fucking sexy.

He stops beside me, taking Little Raf into his arms when the baby reaches for him. He only takes a moment to coo at him, his expression smoothing out, before he turns hard eyes on the woman in front of us.

Now that Raf is here to confront her, her face is pale, her eyes wide and she looks to be trembling slightly.

“Callie, you were just a hole to fuck,” Raf spits at her. “You would never have been my old lady. I don’t know what gave you that idea, but it was never a fucking option. You’ve disrespected me and my property. Get your shit and get the fuck out of here. Don’t ever come back or I’ll toss you out on your fucking ass.”

His property? Is he talking about me? I’m not sure why it’s hot as fuck to be claimed like that. My heart trips over itself in its frantic beating, the arousal at the simple statement almost chasing off the shitty feeling that settled in my chest.

Almost.

Callie squeaks and scurries away, tears leaking from her eyes. I have no sympathy for her.

Raf watches her exit, making sure she leaves. When he’s sure she’s gone, he turns his hard eyes to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I couldn’t visit.”

He blows out a long breath, then rubs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you. I’m just frustrated. I shouldn’t take it out on you.” He bends to give me a soft kiss that has me weak in the knees. “What are you doing here?” His voice is much softer.

“Kit called. I tried to call and text you to let you know but you didn’t answer.”

Raf arranges the babbling baby in his arms and pulls out his phone. He thumbs across the screen and curses. “My phone is dead.” He shows it to me and the screen is black. “I’ll put it on the charger now. ”

I nod, but I can’t help the woman’s—Callie’s—words from bouncing around in my head. Especially since I was already thinking about what Kit said to me. It’s like a double whammy.

“Zeke!” Big Raf shouts after he rests Little Raf’s head on his shoulder and covers his other ear so as not to startle him.

The enforcer comes inside from what looks like a garage, wiping his hands on a filthy cloth. “What’s up, Prez?” He walks over and smiles at me. “Hey, First Gentleman. Why the long face?”

I shake my head and try to give him a warbly smile, but I’m sure it comes out as a grimace.

“Where’s Shane? Your hands are filthy,” Raf grunts at Zeke, who only grins back as he murmurs to Little Raf but doesn’t touch him.

The baby holds out his arms for Zeke, which makes him frown. “I can’t hold you. Your uncle said my hands are too dirty. Not like you won’t be tinkering with these bikes in a few years, right?”

Shane appears by his side, taking Little Raf. “Go wash your hands, Enforcer,” he says, bouncing the baby on his hip.

“Whatever you say, Counselor.” Zeke kisses Shane on the forehead, making him blush.

After he straightens Little Raf’s bib and pinches his cheeks, Shane looks over at us. “Want me to keep an eye on him for a bit?”

I open my mouth to say no, but Raf cuts me off. “Yeah. I need to talk to the First Gentleman here.”

Despite my sour mood, I grin over at him. “Is that the official title now?”

He shrugs. “It’s catching on.”

Shane walks to the garage with Little Raf. I hear tools being dropped on the ground, the clang of them hitting the floor clearly reaching my ears. Then a chorus of men cooing at the baby makes me smile past my hurt feelings. It’s hard to believe that a group of hardened bikers talk baby talk when they see Little Raf.

Threading his fingers through mine and inclining his head to the back of the clubhouse, Raf says, “Come on.”

I follow behind him, trying to swallow down my wounded feelings. It’s not like I haven’t heard all the jokes and jabs before—it’s most people’s go to when they want to talk about me. But I was already feeling raw from thinking about what Kit said when Brock was lying about me. It’s just a little too much at once.

Raf drags me into a room that looks almost identical to the one he has at home, even down to the treadmill. It has the same king-sized bed, black comforter, plain, functional dresser and impersonal feel.

I step further inside, looking around at everything and wanting to add something here for him. Maybe a photo of him and Little Raf. I have a few on my phone and I added pictures at his house. One would look good in here.

Raf has a seat on the bed and pulls me to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

I nod, taking a seat where he indicated. “I’m used to hearing it, but it caught me off guard. When people want to talk shit about me, they always start with my weight.”

He growls, pulling me close. “She’s a bitch who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” I choke out a giggle when he rolls on top of me and kisses me quickly. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

I sigh, sobering as the insults from Callie and Kit ping around in my head. “Being beautiful doesn’t make me any less fat.”

Raf’s eyebrows dip, that fierce expression coming back. “Don’t do that,” he growls. “Don’t let what she said come into our space. You’re perfect just as you are. I don’t want you any other way. You hear me, Omari?”

His fierce expression doesn’t leave mine as he stares me down. Every time I get like this, feeling down on myself, Raf is here to make sure I don’t stay down for long. And he gives me compliments without making me feel like he’s patronizing me. In the few months I’ve been working for him—and we’ve been dating—he’s made sure I know how he feels about me and my body. Hell, he’s shown me. In many, many sexy ways.

Smiling a genuine smile at him, I nod. “I hear you, Big Raf. I’m sorry. I was … I was thinking about Kit and what he said that caused our friendship to break down. Then that vile woman called me the help and talked about my body. My head was just fucked up. But I’m better.”

“You sure? I’ll compliment your sexy ass every day so you know that I mean what I say. There’s no part of you or your body that I don’t like. Entendido?”

“Yeah, I understand. Thank you, Raf.” I lift my head and Raf meets me halfway for a kiss. I sigh and sag back on the bed. “You know … you could always show me how much you like all the parts of my body.”

Heat infuses Raf’s gaze as his eyes drop to my lips. “I could do that,” he says, bending to peck my lips once, “I thought about you in this room. Fucking you from behind. Watching this plump ass,” he reaches under me and palms my ass cheek, “bounce as I’m railing you.”

My cock lengthens so fast, I get lightheaded. “Oh yeah?” I ask, voice shaking with barely suppressed lust. “That could be arranged. But we have to hurry. I have to get the baby.”

Raf drops his full weight on me as he takes my lips in a greedy, almost frantic kiss. I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as urgently .

Snatching his lips away, Raf flips me over until I’m lying on my stomach. “Fuck.” I gasp, rotating my hips.

With a hand on the back of my neck, Raf leans down and licks the shell of my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth for a sharp bite. I hiss, pushing back against his groin, feeling his erection bumping against my ass.

“I’ve wanted you in this room, on your hands and knees, this amazing ass propped up for me for a long time now.” His hands come around the front of my pants and undoes the button. “Get these off and get this fine ass in the air.”

Raf lifts from lying on top of me and with a whimper, I drag my pants down, leaving me in a black thong. I don’t take it off, just get back on the bed and poke my ass out to him.

“Arch your back,” he rasps behind me and I do what he says. “Fucking beautiful.” He steps forward and runs both hands over the curve of my ass. He squeezes my flesh in his large hands, his fingernails digging into me. I moan and he chuckles. “I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look like this. Ass up and ready for me to fuck you into the mattress. Is that what you want, precioso? My dick deep in this ass?” He gives said ass a slap and I curse, the bite of pain going straight to my dick.

I nod, but I want him before he fucks me into the mattress. “Let me suck you first. Bring your cock to my mouth.”

The sound of his belt buckle being undone and his pants hitting the floor makes me smile, my mouth watering as I think about his dick sliding against my tongue.

The bed dips and Raf settles in front of me at the head of the bed. I look up at him, watching his pierced dick bob against his thigh. Raf grasps it, jerking himself slowly as his eyes roam over my body, where I’m still in position with my ass in the air.

I move closer to him, my eyes locked on where the silver of his barbell is peeking through his fist. I love sucking his cock, love teasing the sensitive flesh of his piercing.

Sticking my tongue out, I drag it over the piercing. I lap at it, flattening my tongue over his barbell before sucking his cockhead into my mouth.

Raf thrusts up, sliding a few inches of his dick into my mouth. “Don’t tease me. Fucking suck me so I can get my cock in you.”

I love when he’s desperate for me. My dick likes it too, twitching at his filthy words.

I open wide and draw him in until his cockhead is bumping my tonsils. He hisses, placing a firm hand on the back of my head. An almost animalistic grunt leaves his mouth as he fucks my face. “Your fucking mouth,” he grunts. “So fucking hot and wet. Flatten your tongue. Tease it against my piercing. Fuck yes, just like that.”

I hum around him as precum dribbles on my tongue. Fuck, I love the taste of him. Salty and masculine, just what I expect a man like Raf to taste like.

He curses and fucks my mouth faster, making me gag around his shaft. “I love when you gag on my cock,” he says, pulling his dick from between my lips so I can catch my breath. His hand moves rapidly over his length, that barbell teasing me.

With his dick in his hand, he threads his fingers in my curls and tips my head back, slapping his cock against my lips. I stick my tongue out, letting the warm weight of him land on my taste buds. Raf growls, thrusting up so his dick drags over my tongue, leaving salty precum in its wake.

Before I can take him in my mouth again, Raf sits up and drags me forward, kissing me hard. “Yeah, no more of that shit or I’ll come. Get that ass up high, baby.”

I scramble off him, hiking my ass up and arching my back .

The bed moves as Raf settles behind me, running his hand from the top of my spine to the cleft of my ass. Slowly, he drags my thong off and I hear a faint sniffing sound. I look over my shoulder to find Raf with my panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. I grab the base of my cock to stave off the orgasm that threatened to shoot from my cock at the sight.

He tucks my underwear away then comes to stand behind me. I turn back around, anticipating him taking me hard and fast. Raf spreads me open, holding my ass cheeks apart in his large hands. He makes no move to lube me up or finger my hole. I start to become self-conscious until he moves closer. When I feel the wetness of his tongue on my pucker, I moan low and long. Fuck, I loved being rimmed and Raf is so good at it.

He licks at me slowly, dragging his tongue from my taint to the top of my ass. Raf repeats the motion, over and over, fucking my hole loose with his tongue.

Raf buries his face in my ass, groaning while he sucks and teases my entrance. I curse and moan, pushing back against his face. “Oh god, Raf. Just like that. Fucking eat my hole. Fuck yes.” I grip the sheets, bouncing my ass against his face.

He pulls back and spits on my asshole, then dives back in. The tip of his tongue teases around my puckered skin as he laps it up and spits on my hole again. I moan and curse at the filthiness of it as he circles his tongue, tasting me everywhere. He repeats the motion once more, groaning as he sucks at me.

I nearly come out of my skin when he spears his tongue, pushing it into my hole. “Raf, fuck. Yes, oh god, feels so fucking good,” I babble as he pushes in as deep as he can go. I curse at the feel of his wet tongue inside me, stretching me as he eats me out.

Reaching under me, Raf grabs my leaking shaft, jerking me off in strong pulls. “Oh god,” I moan, fucking the circle of his fist and back against his tongue. The onslaught of pleasure is overwhelming and I close my eyes, fighting to stave off my orgasm. The sensation overload is almost too much. Too much pleasure coming from too many different directions. I’m going to come if he’s not careful.

“Oh, shit. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan, my breath coming out in short bursts as Raf pushes me close to the point of no return. “I’m too close. I’ll come if you don’t stop. Please, I want you to fuck me. Please,” I beg, my voice strained.

With one last thrust of his tongue, Raf pulls back, and I sag onto the bed, breathing heavily.

After letting me get my bearings, Raf slides a finger into my hole, my spit slick opening offering him little resistance. I arch my back further, cursing as I ride his finger. He adds a second, stretching me to take his thick cock.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck my fingers. I can’t wait to slide my cock in you, watching this thick ass choke my dick.”

I moan, shivering at his words and how he’s playing my body. Raf curls his fingers and nudges my prostate. I keen, not able to keep my voice down as he strokes that bundle of nerves, driving me insane. “Fuck, baby. Please. I’m ready. Fuck me.”

He continues to bump against my prostate while I almost come apart at the seams. Over and over, he teases me like that, rubbing his hard dick over my right ass cheek.

“Lube,” I groan, pleasure licking up my spine. “Grab the lube so you can get inside me.”

After playing with me for another minute, Raf drags his fingers out of my hole and moves around to his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube and opens it, drizzling some on his dick, getting himself nice and slick.

Moving behind me, Raf presses two, then three fingers inside me. They enter easily, his thorough prep with his mouth and fingers making the glide easy .

When he’s sure I’m stretched and ready for him, Raf removes his finger and steps closer to me, slapping his erection against my hole. I feel his barbell and I groan and beg, offering my ass up to him.

My mouth cranks open and my eyes peel wide as Raf enters me in one long thrust. The air bursts from my lungs when he bottoms out. Fuck, I didn’t think I could take him that easily, since he’s so big. It burns, the stretch almost painful, but fuck, it feels better than I could have imagined.

He gives me a moment to adjust to his intrusion, then he pulls back until he’s halfway out of me, then slams back in. “Fuck yes,” he says, repeating the motion again and again. “Your ass was made for me.”

I try to keep up with his thrusts, fucking him back as he slams into me. He holds my waist in a tight grip as he pounds my hole, grunting and growling when his balls slap against mine.

“I’m close,” he says, leaning over me, placing a hand beside my head. “I imagined you just like this, your hole swallowing my cock. Your fucking ass is tight. Squeezing my dick. Just like I thought it would.”

“Come inside me,” I gasp as I grab my length, pumping myself off in time to his thrusts. “Breed me, baby. I want to feel you leaking from my ass.”

With a curse, Raf grips my ass, spreads me open and pistons in and out of my hole. I cry out, begging Raf to take me, to fuck me harder, to own me.

His piercing drags over my walls, taking me so high, I’m close to falling over the edge. When his cockhead bumps against my prostate, pegging it over and over, I can’t hold back. I jerk my dick as it spills over, my hot cum shooting out of me.

“That’s it,” Raf grounds out, placing a hand on the small of my back as he pounds me. “Your hole is squeezing my dick. I’m gonna fill you with my load, baby.”

I keen as he fucks my oversensitive ass, wanting to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Thankfully, Raf announces his release—just before I tap out—and stills over me. I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with his release.

With a tired groan, I lower myself to the bed, Raf following me down. I don’t even mind his weight on me, his muscles feeling good against me. Lying in the wet spot is a little annoying, but I can’t bring myself to move right now.

Raf breathes heavily in my ear, kissing me where he can reach as he whispers how good I felt and how he can’t wait to have me like that again.

When we come down from our high, Raf pulls out of me. He doesn’t move far, flipping me onto my side so he can look into my eyes. “I love seeing your ass bounce like that around my dick.”

I chuckle, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. “You’re welcome?”

He kisses me once more. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I am. Thank you for always showing me how desirable you think I am. It means a lot.”

He plants a filthy kiss on my lips and my cock jumps but doesn’t get hard. I think we’ve both had enough. “I always will. Whenever you want. Even more than sex though, I love your body. I love how you look. If you want to change that, it’s fine, but if you don’t, you’ll get no complaints from me. You look good. If I’m honest, I was attracted to you from the first moment I saw you.”

“In your office at the nightclub?” I ask, incredulously. That was so long ago. I thought he only remembered me because I sold drugs in his club, not because he was attracted to me .

Smiling, he shakes his head. “No. I saw you before that. I watched you for a few weeks while you were in my club with your tiny bag of pills. With anyone else, I would have busted them immediately when I saw them selling shit in my club, but I couldn’t … not with you. You looked … soft. Way out of your element, but hot as fuck with your tight jeans and shirts that showed off this amazing body.” I duck my head, not knowing if I should be embarrassed that I wasn’t as sneaky at selling pills in his club as I thought I was or flattered that he even noticed me with all those other people around.

“You always call me soft. Is that bad?”

Raf shakes his head again, dragging his fingers up and down my side. “Soft is good. I like how you feel. And not just your body. In here.” He points to his heart and I swear I melt. “My life is hard. Hard living and hard knocks. It’s nice to come home to something that’s not.” He kisses me gently and I melt into him. I’ll never get enough of Raf touching and kissing me.

We lie there for a few minutes then I sit up. “I gotta get Little Raf. Can I use your shower please?”

“Come on.” Raf pulls me off the bed, then places his hands on my thighs and hoists me up. I squeal, wrapping my arms around him. Raf’s hands land on my ass as he walks me into the bathroom. I sigh, leaning my head on his chest. “Your plump ass is so fucking soft,” he says, squeezing my cheeks. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep my hands off it.”

“You can do what you want to it, but not now. I don’t want the guys to get tired of Little Raf out there.”

He nods and sets me on my feet as he starts the water. We wash ourselves quickly, Raf making sure all of his cum is gone from my body and my hole. While we’re rinsing off, he says, “I have a flight chartered for next week so we can go to Cuba. You don’t need a passport. Just pack enough for a week for you and Little Raf. ”

“Okay. And I’m meeting your family? As your boyfriend?”

He raises an eyebrow at me as he turns the water off. “What else would you be?”

“Uh, the nanny?”

Raf pulls me into his arms, kissing me soundly. “You’re not just my nanny anymore. You’re my boyfriend. So that’s what I’ll tell them you are.”

I nod. “Okay. I’ve never been out of the country before. I’m excited. I can’t wait for Little Raf to see Cuba too, even though he won’t remember.”

“Don’t worry, precioso. He’ll go back often. We all will.”

Smiling, I dry off and pad back into the room, getting dressed quickly. I walk over to Raf, who is buttoning his shirt. I wrap my arms around his waist, exhaling happily after I breathe in his scent. “Thank you again, baby. I love you.”

He kisses my hair, holding me close. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” Even though I know he loves me, I would give anything to hear the words. But he’s not ready yet, so I won’t rush him.

When I leave Raf’s room and step into the bar area, several of the brothers whistle and cheer. My cheeks heat as I walk over to Zeke, who winks at me with a big smile on his face. Little Raf smiles at me and holds his arms out. I take him and breathe in his sweet baby scent. “Thanks Zeke,” I say to the enforcer.

“You’re welcome.” He smirks at me knowingly but doesn’t say more.

With a blush high on my cheeks and a bow legged walk, I leave the clubhouse.