20. Gage
Chapter Twenty
GAGE
Sex had always been fun, light, and impersonal, but after a few years in sin city, it grew so hollow that I'd started opting toward celibacy instead.
Never, not once, had it made me shake like this.
I waited alone beside the fire pit while Wyatt disappeared inside the house, so jacked on anticipation that I couldn't calm down.Just as I was starting to wonder if I'd lost my mind, Wyatt came up behind me, tucking some packets and a bottle of lube into his back pocket.
A fine tremor hit my fingers as Wyatt threaded them with his own, tugging me toward the driveway.He bypassed a dirt bike and Jeep and headed for the cruiser tucked in the shadows.
My mouth went dry. I’d been in my fair share of cop cars—passenger seat, back seat, in cuffs and without—and it had never been anything but a grimy, uncomfortable hassle.This was different. We were different.Any power Wyatt had over me didn’t come from our complicated history, and it sure as hell didn't come from a badge.It was deeper than that, a connection that tugged at me like a physical leash no matter how far I wandered.
Wyatt wasn’t in uniform, but that just made it better.He was handsome on the job, but standing there shirtless, wearing only a pair of unzipped blue jeans, he was devastating.I wanted to be held by that strength, pinned by it, overtaken until I could finally just…let go.
He planted a hand flat on my chest, coaxing me back until my ass hit the hood, then stepped between my legs and cupped my chin.When he kissed me, it was gentle and languid, like he had all the time in the world.My hands settled on his waist, idly stroking a cut of hot, satin-smooth muscle.
"This isn't just some fling, Gage," he whispered, a breath that skimmed my lips along with his kisses."Not for us. I’m responsible, and I’m clean, but if you aren’t, we can work around it.You just need to tell me.”
His honesty humbled me. I gripped the edge of the hood in both hands and swallowed hard.
“Would you believe me?” I asked, searching his eyes in the darkness.
He slid his hands up both sides of my neck, cupping my head and brushing his thumbs along the edge of my jaw.“I’ve always believed you, sweetheart.I’ve seen the best of you, and I’ve seen the worst, but I’ve never seen you be anything less than beautifully, fearlessly honest.Even when it cost you everything.”
I winced and dropped my eyes.
The night Ben killed my father was never far away.I remembered the flashlights sweeping the ground, searching for the gun Ben swore my father had pulled—a gun they never found.I'd been so tempted to lie, to say I'd seen it, but it was too dark, and I'd been too far away when Ben snapped my father's neck.I told the truth—and he paid the price.
I took a deep breath, shoving the memory back where it belonged.“I’m clean,” I said, meeting his eyes.“I get checked regularly, and I haven’t touched anyone in months.”
“Except me.” His eyes were blazing.
I smiled. “Except you.”
He nodded, looking satisfied, and then his voice dropped.“Turn around,” he growled. “Bend over the hood.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I spun around, bracing myself on arms that felt ready to give out any second, and he chuckled.
“Lower.” His voice was amused but calm, and that calmness slowed me down.I bent at the waist and propped myself on my forearms, concentrating on controlling my breathing.Cold metal pressed against my stomach, ripping a shiver out of me.
Wyatt skimmed a hand down my bare back, soothing my goosebumps and leaving a trail of heat in his wake.In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into my waistband and tugged down my jeans and boxers.I gasped, glancing down just in time to watch my cock spring free, hard and eager between my thighs.It took all my self-control not to reach down and cup myself.Instead, I gripped the hood with sweaty hands—waiting.
He grabbed my hips, steadying me, and demanded, “Tell me you trust me.”
“I do.” I answered without a second thought.“Always have.”
“Even that night?”
I knew what he meant: the night he’d shoved me away and broken my heart.It didn't matter. The answer was the same."Always."
A pleased sound rumbled through his chest.“Good,” he said, satisfied, and then his hand came down with a stinging slap across my bare ass.
I jerked and hissed. Heat bloomed across my skin, spreading straight to my groin, and my cock pulsed in response.Without thinking, I widened my stance and lifted my hips in invitation.Wyatt didn’t miss a beat. He smacked the other cheek, harder this time.
A rough groan tore out of my throat before I could stop it.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” His voice was rough, feeding off the same thrill I was.Then he dropped a quick series of slaps that echoed above the sound of our shredded breathing.
“Y-yeah,” I moaned, barely recognizing the thin, needy, breathless voice that came out of me.
Damn. I'd never been afraid of taking a hit—it was as familiar as breathing.But with Wyatt, it wasn't about bracing for pain or steeling myself to be tough.He stripped away all traces of violence from each slap, leaving only trust.Even now, with my ass burning and his breath heavy behind me, I didn't so much as tense.Every touch was deliberate and careful, steering clear of anywhere I'd once carried a bruise, like he remembered where each had been.Wyatt didn't just know how to hit; he knew how to heal.For the very first time, I let myself feel safe enough to let go.
“You want me to call you a bad boy?” Wyatt teased, filling his hands with my ass, scraping his callused palms over my heated skin.
“Way to break the mood,” I choked, strangling on a laugh.
The tip of his tongue traced a wet line up the length of my spine, and I jerked in surprise.“What do you want me to call you?” he whispered.
“Yours.”
Wyatt was so silent that I began to spiral.Maybe I'd gone too far. Too much, too soon.We’d barely even started, for Christ’s sake, and I sounded like I wanted to start picking out rings.I took a breath to speak, but Wyatt covered my mouth with his hand, stopping the words before they even formed.
“Don’t take it back. Let yourself feel it.Let yourself be mine.” He kissed the base of my neck."Now, spread your legs."
I obeyed without question. The thrill of leaving myself completely exposed was terrifying—but wildly hot.
“Fuck, look at that.” His voice was hushed, and I don’t think he was talking to me.He sounded like he was talking to himself, and he sounded awed.
I heard the pop of him uncapping the lube and glanced over my shoulder, watching him slick two fingers until they glistened in the moonlight.He cradled my hips in his free hand, holding me steady while his slippery fingers brushed against my exposed entrance.
“You’re so damn tight,” he said, dipping both fingers inside me at the same time.“I can’t wait to feel you around my dick.Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock up your ass.”
“God, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” I panted, hanging my head as he worked both fingers deeper inside me.
There was a smirk in his voice when he asked, "Is that a no?"
His fingers began to withdraw, and I panicked.“Yes!” I choked out. “I want your cock, Wyatt.Want you inside me more than anything.”
“That’s my boy.” He stretched me ruthlessly, pushing his jeans out of the way with his free hand.The thick, blunt head of his cock nudged against the tight ring still stuffed with his fingers, gathering up the lube dripping from my hole.“Here it comes,” he warned. His fingers left me, but I didn't have time to register the loss before he was pressing inside.
I grunted and planted my hands firmly, sweating, as my body struggled to adapt to the sudden invasion.
“That’s it,” he rumbled, feeding me his length with slow, relentless pressure.His hand slid around to stroke my cock, keeping me hard as I stretched around him.“You’re doing so good. You take it so good, baby.Like you were born for it. For me.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, clenching my teeth before I bit my tongue.
My last resistance gave way, and Wyatt let out a feral growl, sliding all the way home.We stayed like that: sprawled over the hood with him covering me from behind, one hand braced beside my head for leverage.I’d never felt so consumed. This was my world now: Wyatt’s hard, hot body moving against me, inside me, filling me completely.All I could hear, all I could feel…was him.
He was praising me in a near constant stream of dirty talk.“You feel so good, Gage. Better than I ever imagined.So tight, so smooth, so…”
He didn’t finish, just let out a growl and slammed deep with a smack of his hips that left me breathless.Then he pulled back and plunged again, each thrust harder than the last.I was barely keeping it together, scrabbling at the car, desperate to hold onto something that could keep me from coming too quick.
“Please,” I gasped, but I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to ease up or go harder.
Wyatt wrapped his arms around me, pulling me off the car and cradling my weight as he finished claiming me.Pressure was coiling tight in my groin with each new thrust.
“I’m close,” I whimpered. I'd never fucking whimpered in my life.“So close…waited so long…please, Wyatt. Please.”
“That’s it, baby. Shoot your load for me.” He reached around, wrapping my cock in a tight grip and giving me a few hard, fast strokes.
The filthy words, the hand on my cock, the way he was forcing me to take him—it was too much.Christ, it was primal. I didn’t just hit the edge; I shattered through it, coming with a strangled cry.My whole body shook as I shot in hot pulses against the fender.My thighs were twitching and clenching, and lights flashed behind my closed eyes.The orgasm was so powerful that the world went white.
Wyatt grunted, slamming into me, and his body went rigid.He stayed there, throbbing, filling me for what felt like an eternity.Then he lowered me down onto the cruiser, breathless and spent.Just in time. Even with him supporting my weight, my legs wouldn't hold me anymore.Slowly, my brain began to piece itself back together.Sensation crept in, mostly the ache in my back and the ice-cold come smeared on my stomach.I grimaced, shifting a little, and Wyatt pulled out with a wet, sticky sound.
“You okay?” he asked, rubbing soft circles on my back.
I closed my eyes and grunted.My body felt electrocuted and my ass was on fire, but I'd never felt better.The chaotic mess of my life didn't matter anymore.Not for a while, at least. All I wanted was to collapse into bed and pretend this was my life: a quiet house, days spent fishing, and Wyatt's sweet, dirty whispers in my ear every night.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned, nudging my shoulder with his chin.“I’d carry you to bed if I thought my back could handle it.”
“You carried me before,” I reminded him, too tired to open my eyes.
“Lifting you from the couch wasn’t easy, but it’s a hell of a lot easier than making it all the way from thedriveway.But if that’s what it takes to get you back in there with me, I’ll give it ashot.”
“What, you don’t think you’re up for it, oldman?” I teased.
His laughter flowed over me, warm andintimate.“I think I just proved I’m plenty up for it,” hedrawled.“Come inside with me and I’ll prove itagain.”
With a groan, I forced my eyesopen.Wyatt stood in front of me, smug and half-naked with his cock tucked back into his unzipped jeans, looking like he’d just conquered theworld.Conquered me,anyway.
“God help me,” I joked, grinning hugely.
Wyatt dropped a tender kiss on my mouth, lingering just long enough to make it seem like he was tasting mysmile.“Oh, he will,” he said confidently.“Best is yet to come, baby. Just wait and see.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist, encouraging me to lean on him as we headed back into the house, and Idid.
For once, I let myself lean on someoneelse.