Chapter 18

Chapter

Eighteen

Gage slidesan arm around me and rolls us gently onto our sides. We’re facing each other, and I’m still tucked into the curve of his arm, firmly against his chest.

Then, his other hand gets to work tugging my tight shorts open—and down.

“Mm…!” I grunt. He chuckles gently as I struggle to kick the shorts down to my ankles, and then he runs his hand gently along my bare thigh and back up to my bulge, barely restrained by my underwear.

God, that feels a thousand times better already.

His thumb finds the head of my cock and traces gently around it, back and forth across the straining underwear, and then down the middle of my shaft right to my balls.

“Fuuuuck…”

I quiver and catch my breath as he does it again. Goosebumps of breathless pleasure run down my spine and along my arms, raising the very hairs on my thighs.

“I love how sensitive you are,” Gage breathes out in awe, like he isn’t tormenting the living daylights out of me with one fingertip.

And I love it, too.

“More,” I beg him softly, my toes curling into my shoes.

Gage chuckles again. He gently hooks his thumb in the waistband of my underwear, pushing himself upright on an elbow so he can pull it slowly down to my ankles. Then he tugs my shoes off one at a time so he can strip everything off.

My cock is exposed to the open air, and not just that. I’m naked in his arms for the first time, and he can already play me like a finely-tuned instrument.

Gage moans. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lies down on his side again, pulling me into him so I’m pressed up against his whole wall of muscle. “Come here, hottie.”

“So are you,” I murmur, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as he chuckles softly.

I moan and writhe against Gage as I hear the purr of a zipper dragging down. I can’t resist a peek, and then my eyes go wide as I stare between us.

Gage has tugged his jeans open, pulling his underwear down just enough that his cock can finally burst free. And I do mean burst, because it’s big, gorgeous… and rock-hard.

Yes, please! Anywhere, anytime.

I squirm and moan enthusiastically, staring shamelessly as I take in every detail of the thick, straight shaft and the mushroom-shaped head and the gorgeous dark pink colour…

“Mmhmm? Come,” Gage chuckles softly, tugging me against him at just the right angle.

Every time my hard-on brushes against his thigh, sparks shower along every inch of my skin. But when I slide closer, it means our erections are sliding right across each other, bumping and grinding…

It feels incredible, and I’m totally lost to it.

“Mmmnnh!” I whimper, biting down on his shoulder.

“Mmm,” Gage groans in encouragement. At the same time, he kisses the side of my neck and my ear right where it makes me lose my breath.

I curl my hands into his chest and grip his shirt as tight as I can as Gage retrieves his arm under me. He needs that hand back so he can slide it up my chest and run his fingertips around my nipples in tiny circles.

“Fuuuuu—” I choke off, throwing my head back as sensation after sensation floods my nerves.

This is heaven.

Gage alternates squeezes of my cock—and, occasionally, pumping the tight circle of his fingers up and down my shaft—with explorations of my body, rough and slow and sensual.

He kisses my throat and my jaw, working his way toward my lips until he’s pushing his tongue into my mouth to force me to yield up everything I have.

It’s exactly the right kind of demanding to hopelessly turn me on. I’m plunging inescapably toward the edge, but I don’t want this to be over already.

“Please, please…” I gasp against Gage’s mouth.

Yet I can’t bring myself to beg him to stop. I want it too much. Instead, I try with all I have to hold back so I can squeeze every possible second out of this.

“Don’t hold back,” Gage murmurs against my lips. “Give me everything, Kieran. I want it all.”

I shudder helplessly, my fists curling so tight that I might just rip his shirt right open.

Then Gage’s hand slides from my belly to his own dick to jerk himself off at the same time as me, and I can’t stop myself from staring.

His touch on me is firm, but just a little bit delicate—exactly the way I want it.

Gage jerks his wrist down his own shaft harder and faster. With every tug, the head of his hard cock pops into view through the tight ring of his fingers.

And all I can think of is how it’ll feel to have him inside me, greedily plunging deeper and deeper as I scream and writhe across the bed…

“Gage!” I cry out against his lips, and he kisses the very breath from my lungs.

“That’s it, Kieran,” he pants against my mouth, jerking himself off even faster now. “That’s right. Cum for me. I want it all, baby.”

It’s—I’m—fuck…!

I cry out and throw my head back. I twist a little bit onto my back as heat spills from me, my hips helplessly pumping forward into his hand as I shudder and twitch and groan his name.

Gage goes rigid against me and then grunts, propping himself up on his elbow, one leg flung over both of mine as he roughly pants into my ear…

He’s shooting his load—right onto me.

I peek down and whimper. Raw heat shivers through me right to the bone. With every squirt, Gage is coating me in more and more of his hot mess, and my whole body trembles with delight.

There’s so much of it, and I want it all.

Then, at last, Gage grunts one last time and collapses onto his side, flinging his arm around me to pull me right onto him.

I giggle softly, scooting down a little bit so I can rest against his chest. I’m glad that Gage isn’t trying to say anything, because I can’t think of anything to say, either.

The world seems to spin around us as we snuggle together, just wrapped up hopelessly in each other’s limbs. He holds me tight, stroking my hair softly from time to time, as I rub my cheek against his chest.

My eyes are closed—and I don’t know how long they’ve been closed. At least, not until I feel the touch of a wet cloth against my stomach, cleaning me off.

“Mm!” I squeak, startled.

Gage chuckles quietly, the rumble of it vibrating through his chest—and my whole body.

Of course he brought wet wipes. Probably to clean up after the s’mores. And technically, this is cleaning up after the s’mores…

I giggle softly.

Gage chuckles again. “Mm?”

“Mmm,” I sigh, gradually opening my eyes. I tip my head back enough that I can look him in the face. He looks just as soft and relaxed as I feel, and it makes me beam at him.

“Please boss around like that regularly.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Gage assures me. He tilts his head as he fiddles with the little stray hairs by my ear. “You never want a turn being boss?”

“Mmm…” I raise my gaze thoughtfully. “Not usually. But for you…”

Oh, wow. I hadn’t even thought of that, to be honest. The idea of being inside Gage and making him feel good the way I want him to do to me…

It makes me tingle in a way I hadn’t expected.

Gage is patiently waiting with an open, curious look on his face.

I can’t help a sheepish chuckle. “I just want you. I want you insatiably, Gage,” I admit.

Then my throat goes tight with all kinds of feelings I don’t want to think about right now.

“Oh, Kieran.” Gage tugs me in so tight that I almost squeak again, pressing his lips against the top of my head. “I’m here,” he whispers, and he holds me some more.

I gaze across his chest toward the harbour. Sunset has a way of creeping up on you here, after the sun slips below the mountains on Vancouver Island. You can blink, and before you know it, it’s dark.

The candles around us are burning down, flickering out one by one to leave us in the dark. It’s a truly warm spring night, and I have Gage’s heat next to me, so it feels like nothing at all has to interrupt us.

At least, until a streak of light shoots across the single patch of darkened sky we can see.

Gage catches his breath, and I gasp at the tiny miracle. “Was that… a shooting star?”

“Mmm. There’s a meteor shower right now. I think it peaks tonight.”

Of course he knows. “Oh my god,” I breathe out, sitting up to grab my underwear and shorts. “We gotta see that.”

Gage helps me tug my clothes back on, and then he stands up and scoops me right up off my feet into his arms.

“Oof!” I snuggle into his chest as Gage carries me to the trees on the edge of the orchard.

Then he stops and looks at me. “How’s your balance?”

“Uh…”

Too late. Gage boosts me right up off the ground. My heart races as I cling to the branch until I’m sure that I’m stable, and then I slowly look beyond it.

Whoa. I’m sitting right in the crook of a huge, sturdy old branch. And the view is incredible: the beach, the twinkling lights of the harbour beyond, and above… the clear, vast, starry sky.

Despite his size, Gage nimbly scrambles up beside me.

“Phew,” I sigh as he wraps his arm around me. “Don’t let me fall out of the tree.”

“I won’t,” Gage promises as I fizz with a happiness I couldn’t have imagined possible even this afternoon.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

Gage hums in agreement. “I’m glad to be here. With…” Gage trails off, glancing at me.

The silence is a little too long. My heart skips a beat. “Mm?” I prompt, glancing from the sky to Gage, just in case he’s forgotten what he was going to say.

Gage chuckles. “Is it crazy if I want to call you my boyfriend?” Then he gasps and points, and I look back to the sky just in time to see another meteor.

Holy shit. This is the most perfect moment of my life.

“Is that a yes?” Gage asks the sky, narrowing his eyes and pretending to glare at it. He even props his other hand on his hip. “Or a yes, it’s crazy? I need more details, please.”

If I wasn’t already utterly head over heels for Gage… this moment would be enough to do it. Talking to the night sky is definitely something I would do.

I’m starting to think he’s crazy in exactly the same way as me… and even though I shouldn’t say it, I just can’t stop myself.

When Gage is around, everything stops.

I giggle and swat his chest. “If you’re asking me, it’s a yes. But you really gotta learn how to ask properly.”

Gage laughs so loudly I swear I can hear his laugh rolling across the waves, ringing against the silent, dark space of the mountains in the distance.

“Oops,” Gage finally murmurs. He pulls me into his chest, his eyes twinkling as he gazes at me. “Give me time. I’ll learn.”

That’s the only thing I can’t give him more of.

But he pulls me into his chest and kisses me deeply, and the thought is already slipping away. It’s like a fairytale where one kiss can make everything magically turn out all right.

I’ve never felt like this before… and I don’t want it to end.