“Wow.” I bite down on the smile begging to break through. “That escalatedquickly.”
“Maybe so”—he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, and my face begs to burrow against him—“but the rest of the events that unfold this evening will take place naturally, aggressively—over and overagain.”
A tiny whimper gets locked in mythroat.
Here he is. Gage Oliver is back in my life after an absence of my own making. Do I want this? Maybe. Do I need this? Hell yes. Okay, so I may want this,too.
I pull his arms off my waist and take a full step back, our eyes still leashedtogether.
“Gage.” I drop to my knees and bow my head ever so slightly. “Let me be the first to worship at your feet.” I look up and meet with that face I’ve idolized as far back as that fated summer I landed on this island. It’s true. I have always been his very first subject. Whether or not I want to accept it, Gage Oliver is royalty, my rival, my equal, my friend, and my lover. “You are theking.”
And tonight, I am most definitely here toserve.
Gage
My adrenaline kicks in hard,and everything in me demands I tell her to get back on her feet, to help her up in the least, but the words, the actions necessary won’t seem tocome.
Skyla has just bowed down to me as if I were some deity, and normally I would question her sanity, want to laugh off the idea right along with her, but at the moment we’re both serious asshit.
“You’re not allowed to worship me.” It’s true. There might be a storm of insanity brewing in my life, but having my wife lost in worship in my honor isn’t happening. I won’t letit.
Her lips twitch with the idea of a smile. Her fingers quickly work my pants open, and I can’t seem to move, don’t wantto.
“Oh, Gage.” Her chest pumps with a silent laugh. “You of all people should realize how little control you have over anything.” She pulls me from my boxers and lands her mouth over me without hesitating. My eyes close, my head pulls back in ecstasy—inrelief, as she rides her mouth up and down the length of my dick. “Skyla.” My fingers knit into her hair, and I clench it, pulling it as I move along to the rhythm that her mouth dictates. This is not how I envisioned this night would go. Actually, this is far better than anything I envisioned—although, in truth, it was me worshiping her, my mouth on that delicate part of her body, making her jump out of her skin with this same outrageous level ofeuphoria.
Skyla dips her hands into my pants and drags her fingernails down my legs, hard, and painful. Just the simple fact Skyla is dispensing the pain makes it feelsublime.
“Shit.” I groan because for whatever reason the pain works for me. Skyla pulls me into her mouth harder, suctioning me down with a ferocity that suggests she has the power to eviscerate me right through my dick. Her hand trails up, and she cups the boys with a little too much vigor and it’s game over. In one quick move, I scoop her up and pin her arms to the closetdoor.
Skyla’s eyes round out as if trying to absorb how swiftly I’ve managed to land us clear across the room with her arms spread wide. She struggles a moment, but I’m unrelenting with mystrength.
“Are you trying to hurt me?” The words grit from me as I take in her beautiful features. Skyla is a goddess, an alien being all unto herself, and I live to worship her. My lips twitch because my thoughts are my own. Despite the fact we’re touching, flesh to beautiful flesh, I have rendered her powers inert around me. In all honesty, it’s not to protect myself so much as it is to protect her. If I knew she were listening, I’d pour out my confessions nonstop, beg for her forgiveness until she gave it, and at the rate things are going with that, it might just benever.
“Yes. I want to hurt you.” Her eyes enliven with fire. Her lips give the curve of a maniacalsmile.
“Good.” I loosen my grip over her wrists. “Getting out a little physical aggression might be good for the both of us.” I teleport us to the butterfly room, Skyla beneath me, my legs pinning hers, my hands still holding her arms out likewings.
The room glows as the creatures pinned to the wall stir to life, and one by one they explode into the air around us, fluttering their own wings in shades of electricblue.
“Showoff.” She struggles to free herself, but I’m not lettinggo.
“You are mine, Skyla.” I swallow down the rage building in me, the hardness of my heart, my crushed and broken ego, and force them to dissolve. In truth, Skyla’s rejection of me these past few months has been far more than devastating. I thought we could rise above anything. I knew that it would be difficult to hear what I had to say, but she closed off her ears right along with her heart. And yet here we are, our love splayed out, spilling between us like oil, messy and inescapable, too slippery to embrace properly. “You will always be mine.” My fingers relax before I pull my hands to myself. I roll off, landing next to her on my back, eyes to the ceiling, an arm over my forehead in regret, without any clue on how to progress with her—my hard-on spiking into the air like a reminder of what westarted.
Skyla draws herself up on her knees and pulls off her dress, waving it like a flag of surrender before tossing it across the room. “Come and get what’s yours, Gage Oliver.” She straddles me while raking my shirt open, sending buttons popping off with vigor. “Your wife has a craving that only you can satisfy.” Her chest pulsates in and out, her tits cresting the fabric of her bra, full and heavy, slowly heaving their way out. But I don’t have that kind of time on my hands. I reach up and unlatch the back, sending the girls bouncing into the air, happy to see me—and, dear God, am I ever happy to seethem.
I pull her down to me, kicking off my clothes, my mouth finding its way to her soft sweet tits and my tongue makes a home over them, sucking them down into my mouth where they belong. Sorry, boys, tonight they’re mine. This is my body, my beating heart in Skyla’s tender flesh. She has me in so many ways. It’s only fair I get to have her. I ravish her with my mouth, raking up and down her body like a luge, burying my tongue deep inside her, making her quake in record time before I plunge in, no condom. I can’t stand a damn thing between us rightnow.
“Gage.” Skyla groans so loud, her panting pierces the air like a scream. “Are you insane?” A wild cry escapes her, and then in a moment of synchronicity, she presses me in deeper with her hands flattened against my back. “I love you.” She takes up my face in her hands, her watery eyes pouring intomine.
“I know.” I land a searing kiss over her lips before pulling back. “I love you more than there are words, Skyla. You are the other side of me. For so long I thought it was Logan of all people.” I wash her face in a long tracking kiss. “But it’s always been you, Skyla. We are connected far deeper, far stronger than any earthly union, any heavenly covenant.” I smooth the hair off her forehead. “No more words.” My body thrusts inside her. Skyla’s body is tight as hell, so hot and wet all for me, and I’m close to losing it before pulling out and coming over her belly. I fall on top of her, my mouth fused to hers, her probing tongue sweeping softly inside of me, and it feels like I’m home, like Skyla and I are back on track—as if we had never skipped a beat to begin with. Our hearts slam over one another with rage as if we incited a riot in one another, and in a way we did. We may not have had that difficult conversation that’s been strangling me by the balls for the last three months, but we don’t have to do thattonight.
She cleans up with a small burp rag from the boys before tossing it onto thefloor.
“Smooth, Oliver. Good call,though.”
A dull laugh pumps through me as I dig my fingers into her hair. Skyla scoots in close, and my skin drinks down the feel ofhers.
“I missed this,” I say as I blink us back to the comfort of our bed, and she bubbles with a laugh as she takes in the messy room around us. For a brief second, my eyes flit to the bookcase and latch onto that smooth stone Candace gifted us with my destiny written out in a single number, and I’m quick to lookaway.
