I nod, licking my lips as I grind my hips up against his.
“You love that, don’t you, baby?”
My breath saws in and out as Gage pounds into me.
“Love hearing me claim what’s mine.”
Garbled nonsense is all I can say as I feel myself contract around him. Gage throws his head back and roars, letting his hips snap out of control, commanding my release to follow.
I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I scream his name, not caring if the neighbours hear. It’s impossible to contain my reaction when it comes to Gage. To the way he loves me. Fucks me.Worshipsme.
Gage shifts his hands, allowing my legs to drop down as his head lands on the pillow beside mine while he catches his breath.
My pulse feels as though it’s beating outside of my ears as I come down with him. After a few minutes, I take a deep breath,then turn my head. Gage is already looking in my direction, and I know,thisis what it feels like to be someone’s whole world.
“Move in with me,” he whispers.
Warmth spreads in my belly. Like fireflies dancing around, dotting the night sky with their glow, it feels as though magic is sparking from inside of me.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
He leans over, kissing me gently before pulling out of me and leaning on his side. Propped up on one arm, he reaches down, lifting my leg over his thigh.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he looks down between my legs.
A hand reaches between me, and I feel where his cum is slowly leaking out. His fingers dip through the wetness, then he looks at me as he pushes it back inside.
“That’s better,” he murmurs.
My body shudders from how hot that was, especially when Gage bites his lip and continues to pump his fingers in and out, spreading around the mess we made. He pulls out after a few minutes, then leaves two taps against my pussy and finishes off by shoving his fingers in his mouth, groaning around our joint release.
I chuckle. “What’s gotten into you tonight? Not that I’m complaining.”
“Just feeling particularly happy.”
I turn onto my side, mimicking his position. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah. Trying to slow down and appreciate the good stuff, big and small.”
“Am I one of the big things, or small things?” I grin.
He tucks my hair behind my ear with a smile. “You’re everything.”
Chapter thirty-nine
Eighteen Weeks
Eight months ago, I met a closed-off grump who could barely look me in the eyes, let alone grunt more than a few words at me. How that same guy is now the person I come home to every night is beyond me. The same guy who gets up early to make my breakfast, who refills the water beside my bed when he comes home at three a.m. after a shift, who tells me multiple times a day how much he loves me. And let’s not forget the one I’m having a baby with.
I practically skip across the driveway as I make my way over to the back door. The garden beds look tidy, and the smell of fresh soil fills the air. One of the sections looks like they have some new seedlings, and it makes me smile as I wonder what that man of mine has been up to today.
It’s been a month since I moved into his huge house. I’ve learnt Gage likes things clean and orderly. I like everything to have a place, but I also love colours, patterns, and trinkets. He rolled his lips when I added three cushions and a throw blanket to his bed, injecting the plain dark cover with my own whimsical touch. I would have changed his bed cover too, but I only had queen bedding and he has a super king. It didn’t matter, though, because the next day, I came home from work to a white bedcover similar to the one I used to have, and all my cushions stacked back on top, exactly the way I had put them.
The door leading into the kitchen is unlocked, and as soon as I step inside, my mouth waters. There’s a giant pot sitting on the stove. I lift the lid, finding it full of what looks like a chicken and vegetable soup.
The kitchen is completely tidy, and the rest of the room is quiet. I drop my handbag on the end of the counter, intent on finding Gage, but he steps through the front hallway, wiping his hands against his jeans.
“Hi.” There’s no hiding the beaming smile that always fills my face the second I see him.
