Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

Gage

I rolled my thumb along the underside of my ring for the thousandth time, admiring the smooth metal that felt like silk against my calloused hand.

No matter how many times I touched it, it still didn’t feel real.

He’d fucking proposed.

That’s why he was acting so goddamn weird. He’d been carrying this ring around in his pocket for who knows how long and I bet it’d been burning a hole in whatever he’d stashed it in until tonight.

No wonder he’d been keeping me at arm’s length.

I had to slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from dancing and screaming as I carefully unlocked my front door and slipped inside. There was a single light on in the foyer to greet me as I came in; an adorable gesture that I had no doubt was from Xavier.

Kicking off my shoes and dropping my gear bag just inside the door, I headed deeper into the house and flicked off the light behind me. The living room was dark, as was the hallway.

Passing by the twin’s room and the guest room that was serving as Dexter’s room, I saw no light coming from under the crack of either door. Probably a good thing since it was pretty late.

The fire hadn’t been horrible to get under control, but had taken forever to get the entire thing put out. By the time we were finished, all of us were exhausted and ready to call it a night.

As I got to my room, I happily noted that the light from under the door spilled out into the hallway. Seeing it made me smile. Xavier waiting up for me wasn’t expected, but was appreciated, nonetheless.

While I wouldn’t blame him for falling asleep from the jet lag, I also wanted to celebrate with him.

Getting engaged was a big fucking deal!

Popping the door open, I slipped inside as quietly as possible and then closed it behind me without a sound.

Xavier was sitting up in my bed with the covers laid out over his lap and his phone in his hand while he watched something. His head snapped up immediately the moment I stepped into the room, his phone getting tossed to the side in favor of focusing his attention on me.

“How did it go?” he asked, slipping out of bed to come over to me.

I folded myself into his arms, sighing when he pulled me into a tight hug. “Fine. No casualties.”

“That’s good to hear.”

He ran his fingers through my hair, still a little damp from the fast shower I’d taken at the station to get the smell of smoke and sweat off me. Being stuffed inside of my helmet and gear for the past three hours after being brutally assaulted by the scorching heat of a house fire did not produce a smell that would be pleasant for our celebration.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me.” I still couldn’t get any of it out of my head. The way he’d looked kneeling in front of me, how he held out the box to me with the ring inside just as the sky lit up bright with fireworks, or how earnest he’d looked as he’d asked me to marry him.

Ugh!

I was never going to get over it all. Of course, I didn’t want to, either.

“Come here,” he said, walking us backward to the bed.

I let him lead us, pulling him into a kiss as he turned me around to lay me down on top of my bed. He only broke it briefly to divest me of my clothes, tossing the material away from us and laying me bare before him.

A soft grumble rumbled up inside of his chest as his gaze roamed over me, and he looked pleased at what he saw.

I beckoned him forward with a single finger, loving how easily it was to call him to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging him down into another kiss.

His tongue rolled along mine, his hips bucking until I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Fuck, I wanted him so badly.

Xavier was my damn addiction and I didn’t even care if that was wrong of me to think.

He trailed his lips down my jawline, leaving wet kisses until he found the sensitive spot on my neck that always made me squirm whenever he sucked on it. He sank his teeth into my skin, sucking and licking as he did so, hard enough that I ground myself up against his hips and begged for a damn release.

At some point, he was going to have to stuff a sock in my mouth because there was no way I was going to be able to remain quiet.

Seeming to read my mind, Xavier’s hand curled around my mouth, keeping it locked tight while he sat up. “You going to behave for me?”

I shook my head. I knew my limits too well to pretend like I was any good at obeying them.

He chuckled and took his hand off my mouth in order to tug off his t-shirt. Next, he shoved his sweats down his hips, his cock popping out and bobbing at me. Automatically, I grabbed onto the back of my knees and brought them up to my chest, exposing myself to him.

His eyes locked onto my hole immediately, his lips parting with lust. “Oh, Gage...”

“Hurry up and fuck your new fiancé. He’s tired of waiting.”

Xavier let out a soft groan. “Oh, I love the sound of that.”

I watched him quickly slip off the bed to retrieve my lube out of the nightstand and then toss it next to me. He kicked off his pants before crawling back onto the mattress, one of his hands clamping down on the back of my thigh to hold me steady.

He drizzled a generous amount of lube over the head of his cock, stroking it downward once before tossing the bottle to the side. His head fell back as he exhaled deeply.

“Put it in me,” I begged.

“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth.

Letting go of his cock, he ran two fingers around my puckered hole, teasing me with each swipe over it. I was desperate for more, needing more from him or else I was going to actually explode.

“Please. Don’t torture me like this.”

“You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Two fingers slid into me, pumping in and out so deep that his knuckles were breaching my hole with each thrust.

My lashes fluttered shut at the sensations.

Oh, that was good.

But not good enough.

I wanted more from him, I wanted him to bury himself so deep inside of me that I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.

I tightened my hold on my legs, readjusting just enough to keep me from accidentally letting go. Finally, after what felt like forever, Xavier’s fingers withdrew from my hole, quickly replaced by the blunt tip of his cockhead.

He leaned over me, a hand coming down over my mouth while his other was still locked onto the back of my thigh. I groaned loudly, thankfully muffled, as he slid into me slowly.

Fuck he was so, so perfect. He stretched me in a way that I’d never had before, his shallow thrusts becoming deeper with each one, until finally, his hips were flush with my ass. His cock twitched inside of me in response to my walls bearing down on him.

My selfish body wanted to keep him inside of me forever. Letting him go was the last option I wanted. He rocked into me, grinding his hips into my ass a few times until I was panting against his hand.

“Ready, fiancé?” he teased.

If he kept calling me that, I wasn’t going to last at all.

Nodding at him, I tightened my grip on my legs.

He started off slow, rolling his hips back all the way and then sliding himself home again. His cock glided in and out of me easily, each pass over my prostate had my toes curling and my body twitching.

I loved his cock. I loved him fucking me with it.

I mumbled incoherently against his hand, getting lost in the pleasure of our bodies coming together after what felt like two long decades of being apart.

We were getting married.

We were actually getting married and now we’d never have to be apart ever again. He was going to move here and live with me. Long distance was a thing of the goddamn past now.

My swirling thoughts made me feel giddy.

I let go of my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hand was soon replaced with his mouth when he leaned over me, curling his arms under my body to hold me close to his own.

This was what I loved—this closeness—and what I missed when he was gone. I could live in this damn bed forever with this man if given the chance to.

His thrusts became a bit more frantic while his hips slapped against me. I held onto him for dear life, my balls tightening with the need to come.

He reached a hand between us to wrap around my cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. I choked out a moan, bucking my hips up into his hand as cum leaked out of me, coating both of us in the process.

He ripped his mouth off of mine and slammed into me, his body stiffening, warmth filling me as he unloaded into me.

My arms wrapped around him again when he collapsed on top of me. He panted against my neck, sending a shiver skating down my spine.

“So good...” I mumbled.

Xavier kissed my sweat-slicked skin, flashing me a grin. “Happy New Year.”

I laughed and held up my hand up in the light to admire my ring again, my heart filling with so much love that I felt my eyes beginning to water once more.

God, I loved this man.

And what an amazing year this one was going to be.