“Like this,” he says and swallows. “I want to see your face.”
I reach for the lube again, but Gage knocks my hand away, grabbing it himself. Picking it up, he uncaps it, squirting it into his hand. He sits up on one elbow, reaching down with his other and gripping my cock. I’m painfully hard from the pleasure I’m bringing him, the noises he’s making in the back of his throat. With the first contact of his hand, my cock jerks, and I groan loudly. Working his hand back and forth, driving me crazy, he slicks my cock until I’m fucking his fist. Kissing my lips hard, he lays back on the bed, letting his hand fall to the side.
I take a moment to look at Gage below me before I scoot my knees under his ass, pushing his pelvis up. Keeping my eyes on his, I line my cock up and push until I feel the resistance, watching his face crease with pain. “Don’t fucking stop,” he chokes out. I breathe through my nose so I don’t shoot my load on the spot. When the head of my cock finally pops inside him, I feel like I’ve died from how hot and tight it is. A shiver rolls across my body; sweat is gathering at my temples and rolling down my back. I’m fighting against everything not to slam inside him.
I push my hips forward, still staring into his eyes, seeing the moment his face is no longer creased in pain when it relaxes in pleasure. I work in short thrusts, making sure he’s ready when he grabs my hips and yanks me forward. I slide all the way in, making us both groan.
“Fuck. You feel good,” I breathe, lowering myself so that I can feel him chest to chest.
“You do too, Baby,” Gage groans.
I wrap one arm around his neck, anchoring my hand on his other shoulder. Taking his hand, clasping with mine, I pull it up to lie beside his head. We meet in the middle with a crash of lips in a scorching kiss. The kisses we used to share. The kisses that Imissed.
I start to move slowly at first, savoring the feelingof him.
He feels so fucking good.
His hips start moving with my thrusts, urging me to pick up speed. I let my hand slide from his, down his arm, down his side, and anchor my hand on his hip, thrusting harder.
Gage pulls his lips from mine. “Holy fuck,” he says, moaning, and I almost lose my damn mind. Without a breath between us, I pump my hips harder, feeling his stiff cock pressing into my abs, throbbing.
“Are you going to come just from me fucking you?” I ask, kissing his neck again.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he answers, grunting at each word from the force of my thrusts. The way I’m laying on him, I’m rubbing his cock with my stomach, giving him the friction he needs to come.
“Come for me, Gage.” I can feel my release blazing through me at a high rate of speed, but I want him to come first. My eyes catch his again. “I love you,” I say, and his back arches with a groan, his cock pumping come all over both of us.
“I love you too,” he answers raggedly. It’s like the switch I needed to be flipped to let myself go. I pump my hips twice before burying myself as far as I can go, emptying inside him with a groan.
We said the words early on after he was shot, but something was holding us back from that until now.
I slide my cock in and out of him, my come making it easy. I can’t get enough, but reluctantly I pull out.
I collapse beside him, and he turns so he can face me. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick.”
I run my hand through his wild wavy hair, even wilder right now since he hasn’t cut it in a while. It gives him a crazy look to his already crazy personality; I like it. “I’m sorry for being overbearing.”
He shakes his head. “I get it now,” he says softly. “I didn’t stop to think what that did to you guys too. I only thought about myself.”
I chuckle at that. “I was doing the same thing.” I run my hand down his cheek. “I can’t lose you.”
“I can’t lose you, either.”
I feel a hundred pounds of stress leave my shoulders at his admission. I thought for sure, after our blow-up today, we weredone. Now, we can focus on what’s most important right now. Alessa.
We settle in beside each other, lost in the moment.
“WHO THE FUCK IS IN THIS HOUSE?!” I hear Ryder bellow downstairs.
“Shit!” Gage says, jumping up from the bed. “I’m fucking dead.”
I would protect Gage from pretty much anything.
Except for Ryder.
Ryder and I grew close after everything that happened, finally putting our differences aside and noticing we were in this together. I love Gage, but…
“Sorry, babe. You’re on your own.”
