“Hm,” he hums, leaning down to kiss me again. “We better go,” he murmurs, deepening the kiss. We start getting lost in each other. Ryder bangs on the door again, and we spring apart.
“Come on!” Ryder yells.
“We’re coming!” Gage yells back, then looks at me again, waggling his eyebrows. “Well, we already did.”
I shove him off me with a laugh. “Let’s get cleaned up.” I go to slide off the bed, and Gage grabs my arm.
“You okay with what just happened?” he asks with so much worry that I can’t help but kiss him again.
“More than okay,” I tell him and feel that tug on my heart again.
There’s something about Gage that’s drawing me to him, and it has from the first time I saw him, even tied in Alessa’s basement.
Now I just need to figure out what it is.
Les sitsacross from Gage and me at the table on the patio. Her elbow is on the table, and her chin is propped in her hand, just staring. Her brow is furrowed, and her eyes are swinging between us. It’s unnerving, and I feel myself fidgeting in my chair. Gage is relaxed and leaning back in his chair, staring her down the same way she’s staring at us. I wish for his level of calmness.
“Something happened,” she finally says, and I can’t make out the expression on her face.
“It did?” Gage asks, sitting up and leaning his arms on the table.
She props her chin in both hands and looks cuter than hell. “Uh-huh. First of all, Ryder said he went to get Leo, and you answered,” she says, talking to Gage. “Second, Leo is looking forty shades of guilty. Third, you look like you just won the fucking lottery.”
Gage grins. “I did when I got you, Pretty girl.”
She rolls her eyes. “Cut the shit. What happened?”
He leans back in his chair and throws an arm on the back of mine. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he says.
She drops her hands. “I would.”
“How bad?” Gage asks with a smile.
“Please,” she begs, realizing she was messing with me a minute ago. She turns her pleading eyes to me when Gage doesn’t answer. “Please,” she says again, poking her bottom lip out.
I exchange a look with Gage, and he shrugs, letting me know he doesn’t care what I tell her. I look back at her; she has the cutest, most hopeful look. “We got…acquainted with each other.”
“How acquainted?” she asks, crossing her arms on the table, all ears.
“We messed around,” I say, unsure how much I should tell her.
Gage snorts. “If you call coming all over pretty boy, then yeah, we messed around.”
Her mouth pops open, and her eyes go wide. “You did?”
I can feel my face flush with heat, but it isn’t from embarrassment. I’m remembering everything that happened upstairs. If Ryder wouldn’t have interrupted us, what would have happened? That thought has my dick rock hard again.
“I should not be this turned on by that,” she laughs.
“You like that idea, don’t you? You dirty girl,” Gage replies with his own laugh.
“Duh,” she deadpans. “Two hot as fuck dudes sweaty and giving in to their desires? Holy shit,” she says, fanning her face with her hand.
I adjust myself discreetly as I can. “Shut up,” I tell them with a laugh. I look at her harder when she glares at me. “Are you mad?” I ask with worry. She said she didn’t care. Did she change her mind?
“Yeah. Actually, I am.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, and my heart sinks. “I’m pissed because I didn’t get to watch.”
A relieved laugh bursts out of me. “Fuck, you scared me for a minute.”
