Chapter 27

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

“I’ve got an idea.”

As Gage tumbles through the bedroom door after me, tossing aside his jeans like they’ve personally wronged him, he shoves it closed with his shoulder. “Phew. Is it…” he pants for breath, leaning against the door and holding up a finger before he tries again. “Is it called don’t run home when we’re finally about to fuck like wild animals?”

In fairness, I think it turned into a power-walk by the end. But after the kind of day we’ve had, that’s still enough to take it out of us both.

I don’t have enough air to laugh properly, so the noise I make instead is the most ungraceful honk you can imagine. My thighs are already quivering jelly, and I sink onto the bed as I dissolve into giggles.

He’s probably right.

“Sorry,” I breathe out. “That last bit distracted me from the rest of it. Did I say anything before that?”

“Before… I told you I was planning on making slow, sweet, patient love to you, like the most chivalrous gentleman alive?” Gage watches me with that knowing, hungry look again and pushes away from the door.

Then, he slowly hooks his thumbs into his underwear and drags it down.

I can’t help staring. My lips part slowly as I watch his semi swing free from his underwear. He’s naked now, and I’m fully dressed, and yet I’ve never felt so exposed… because I know he’s going to be getting me naked next.

And then…

“You did not say that,” I moan in protest, rolling my head back.

“Didn’t I?” A slow, devilish smile plays around the corners of Gage’s lips. “And I’m pretty sure you had an idea, anyway. Let’s hear it. If you can remember it.”

He crosses the room in a few strides, and suddenly he’s standing right in front of me, spreading his legs to straddle me at the edge of the bed.

His cock is right there, thick and juicy and tempting enough to make my mouth water like crazy.

Not fair.

But I like my idea. It’s that rarest blend of sexy and practical… and I don’t think Gage is going to complain about it, either.

Just before he can push his way onto my lap and knock me flat against the bed, I squirm away. I grin cheekily at Gage’s surprise, bouncing right back up to my feet. “I’ve remembered my idea.”

Gage groans. “It better involve me getting my hands on you very, very soon, mister.”

“Patience,” I tease him, biting back a laugh at the indignant stare he gives me. And he’s right. I’m the last one to be giving a lecture on patience. “My idea involves you sitting right there.”

“Sitting...?”

“Here.” I pat the bed beside us, and then I stare down my nose—as best I can, anyway, when I need to crane my neck up to look at my gentle giant.

Gage growls softly under his breath, reaching out to run his fingertip down the centre of my chest.

It’s all I can do not to moan and flop right back down under his touch, but as I keep reminding myself… we have plenty of time in round two.

And tomorrow. And next week. And… forever.

“Fine,” Gage groans. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, spreading his legs a little as he braces his hands behind himself. “Like this?”

“Mmhmm,” I breathe out. “Just like that.”

Then I flick the bedside lamp on and the lights off, and I jam my phone onto the charger on my tiny dresser.

Just before I hit play, I remember to open it up and change the playlist.

Gage is tall enough to see over my shoulder, though, and the room is tiny. “...heartbreak anthems?”

“Shut up,” I growl as I switch to sexy times, and then I hit play.

Gage sucks in a quiet breath as a slow, sensual beat comes out of the little speakers. I take half a step backward, letting my hands run up my thighs and over my stomach, still facing away from him.

“Oh,” Gage breathes out quietly. “Oh.”

I grin to myself, turning slowly on the spot and tugging at my shirt, rolling my head back. It’s my turn to get naked, and I’m going to take my time about it. But it also gives us both a chance to catch our breath.

Or… it would, if I weren’t doing everything possible to steal Gage’s breath.

I slip one button at a time loose, shrugging my shirt to the floor. Then, I turn to face him as I run my hands down either side of my crotch, bending almost to the floor… and back up the inside of my thighs.

Gage is sporting a raging semi now, and I can’t help grinning even more at the sight.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, digging his fingertips into the bed like he’s desperately trying to keep his hands to himself.

I sashay closer one step at a time until I’m straddling his lap. I love being at this angle, with his lips right by my neck and throat, available to be kissed at any moment. No ungainly climbing, begging, or use of chairs and steps.

I’m going to be relying on this one a lot.

I bounce down on his lap a couple of times, and then I pull back enough to unfasten my jeans and turn on the spot, wiggling them slowly—ever so slowly—down over my ass.

That’s when he can’t help himself any longer.

“Fucking fuck, Kieran...!”

He grabs the waistband of my jeans and underwear at the same time. Then he yanks everything down my thighs, stripping me to the ankles in a single move.

I gasp playfully as I step out of it all. I can’t hide how much harder I’m getting at the rough desperation, the thoroughly ungentlemanly instincts he’s indulging after these few weeks of slow, deliberate romance.

Who knew he had this side to him?

Me. I totally knew. It was all over his face from day one. But thank god my instincts turned out to be right about him.

I’m trying to keep out of his range, but it’s too late. His cock is so hard it’s touching his stomach, and his eyes are far too hungry to let me get away with anything.

“How am I supposed to tease you if you can’t keep your hands off?” I squeak softly, trying not to beam as hard as I feel like I want to.

He just growls softly against my neck and hauls me right onto the bed. I spread my knees to straddle his lap again as he runs his hands down my bare thighs to the backs of my knees, then all the way up—over my ass, my back, right to my shoulders.

Gage nips my throat, and then he tilts his head up and hauls me right down for a deep, deep kiss.

Our mouths collide in a tangle of heat and sparks. I gasp and whimper, turning to putty in his hands. He knows exactly which ribs to run his fingertips along… where on the side of my neck to kiss with an open mouth… how to run his tongue around my nipple until my cock is rock-hard against his.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, fuck, yes, please…!”

He chuckles roughly. “I don’t hear you complaining now,” he teases me, running his palm down my belly.

Was I supposed to be?—

“Oh,” I gasp roughly as his palm runs right over my cock. He runs the deliciously firm pressure back and forth along the shaft, making my brain shut down completely. “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck, Gage!”

“I want you,” he breathes out. “You can tease me next time, I swear. But I’ve waited too goddamn long for this, Kieran.”

My mouth is dry all of a sudden. My head is spinning, and my heart is racing. I’m used to always knowing what to say next—how to hold myself aloof to tease the other guy a little better.

But this time, it’s different. This time, I’m in this, too.

“Yes,” is all I can manage to breathe out. “Fuck me, Gage. Please.”

He growls softly, leaning over to swipe the lube from the bedside table. I swallow hard, and then he glances at me. “Do you want me to get a condom?—”

I interrupt him with a shake of my head. “I said, fuck me.”

We already got tested anyway. Tonight, I want to feel all of him. And I think he feels the same, because he groans and squirts lube across his fingers as he leans in to kiss me even deeper.

I’m lost in the softness, the warmth of his mouth. The dance of our lips together, balanced by the sharpness of teeth and the soothing, playful touch of tongues… it takes away everything else.

Until his fingers press against me, that is.

I grit my teeth and breathe out as he slowly pushes one big finger into me. “Fuck…!”

“Are you okay?” He stops until I impatiently growl at him, and then he chuckles gently and keeps going, pushing it deeper and deeper within me.

I don’t have words yet… just my insatiable need for him.

Gage kisses the side of my neck, my shoulder, my chest—everywhere he can reach as I straddle his lap, swaying gently against him every time he pumps his finger inside me.

Then he adds a second, and I cry out harder, throwing my head back and relishing the extra little sting—and the way he watches me like he’s absolutely ravenous.

By the time his third finger is in me, my hips are looser at last, and my shoulders aren’t nearly as tense. I’m pushing back into his fingers with each slow, rhythmic thrust, my whole body rippling above him.

“More,” I beg him softly, spreading my legs to lower myself just above his cock. “Please, Gage.”

He moans softly and wraps his arm around my back to hold me steady. Then, he grabs the base of his cock, pushing against me. “Are you sure?—”

Before he can finish that sentence, I release all the tension in my trembling thighs, letting myself sink down in one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck…!”

“Gage,” I grit my teeth, pushing through the initial white-hot sting. He’s thick and rock-hard… and it’s so fucking hot to feel him finally, finally inside me.

Where he belongs.

“Yes, baby,” he breathes out softly, running his tongue along my shoulder to lap at my neck and just behind my ear.

I moan senselessly, tipping my head to the side and shivering as he finds just the right spot. “Fuck—yes—there—” I twitch, breathe in and out deeply as the pain settles, and I start to move.

Oh, my god.

I’m here with Gage—not just that, but around him, taking him in as deep as he’ll go—and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

But he’s got more to give me.

“Fuck,” I grit out as I sink down a little harder, a little faster, relishing the last little stretch of him. “Fuck, I’m almost…”

There. I’m fully settled in his lap now, taking every goddamn inch of him, and my head is spinning, and that spot inside feels so fucking perfect every time he so much as twitches…

“Jesus, Kieran,” Gage grunts. “Look at me.”

When I manage to persuade my eyes to drift open, he’s gazing at me with the most gorgeous expression I think I’ve ever seen.

This is what desire looks like, through and through. He’s proud of me, he’s turned on as hell, and he wants everything I can give him, as often as I can give it.

Now, that’s what I became such a good bottom for!

Gage runs his palm gently across my cheek until he’s cupping it in his big, rough hand. Then he kisses me as sweetly as I think I can bear, and he whispers, “I love you.”

I whimper and break apart a little, wrapping my arms around him as I fall to pieces. “I love you,” I breathe out roughly, trying to push myself up and down in his lap. “I love you—holy fuck, do I ever love you?—”

“I’ve got you,” Gage interrupts, grabbing me by the hips.

He doesn’t just turn us over. He picks me up off the damn floor, walks me three steps across the room, and presses me clean into the wall.

“Fuck…!” I cry out, my toes curling midair as I cling to his shoulders.

But Gage really is taking over. The door next to me rattles with each slow, deep thrust of his hips. He’s pinned me so thoroughly against the wall that I’m not going anywhere, and his balls are slapping against my ass with every meticulous thrust.

“Gage…! Fuck, Gage, I—oh! Fuck, it’s—oh! So—oh! So fucking… good!” I whimper, crying out with every thrust.

He presses his forehead against mine, and I don’t think I can handle the gentleness of his kisses contrasting against the force of his hips.

Every thrust might just break me in two, exactly the way I like it. He’s filling me up in exactly the way I’ve been craving, and I can’t last that much longer.

“If… you’re… I’m gonna…” I whimper, clutching at his shoulders.

But Gage doesn’t slow down. He just growls against my mouth and speeds up his pace, pushing me higher and higher and even goddamn higher than I think I’ve ever been in my life.

And he’s right there with me for every step of the way, every thrust, every blissful exclamation and moan and pant and sweat drop trickling along bare skin…

“I—I can’t…” My head tips back as I clench tight around Gage. “I can’t stop it…!”

“Don’t,” Gage roughly orders me. “Don’t ever hold back, Kieran. Not ever,” he emphasises it with another snap of his hips, and that’s all I can handle.

“Gage…!”

I tumble right over the edge into the bliss and the sweeping wave of blackness, crushed so tightly against him that he’s all I can smell or taste or feel or think about.

My load shoots between both of us, every drop of it covering our stomachs and chests. And I think he likes it, judging by the grunting sounds he’s making as he reaches that inescapable edge right after me.

“Kieran! Nnh! Fuck…!”

Gage shudders, his rhythm finally breaking. He goes still right where he is, with his cock buried so deep in me that I can barely tell if our bodies will ever pull apart again.

Then he’s filling me up in return, leaving me dripping with sweat and jizz and pure, unfiltered delight.

I can barely even remember blinking. But somehow, I’m on the bed and tangled up in his arms. The light is off, and so is the music.

Huh. How about that?

“I love you,” Gage whispers when he feels me stir. He presses a kiss against my forehead, and then my lips. “And I can’t wait to marry the shit out of you, Kieran Walsh.”

“The shite,” I correct him with a tiny little yawn, closing my eyes again. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

I smile, but I don’t even hear his response. The most important thing is the soft rumble in his chest, the way it purrs through my cheek and comes to settle in my bones like one final reminder of the thing I knew when I first met him.

I’m safe right here in his arms… and I’m finally home.