Plus, he was always horny, so he’d probably enjoyed the chance to get his cock sucked, too. Which was…
Well, it was something, I guess. But I still wasn’t and never would be what a straight guy like him really wanted.
“You aren’t thinking threesome, are you, Noah?” Gage suddenly asked in a tight voice, his big body going rigid on top of me again. “Because that’s a hell to the no, babe. I’m not sharing.”
I swallowed, wanting to cry.
“I get it,” I forced out, because I so, so did. Plus, it might literally kill me to watch Gage get naked with some girl.
Or with anyone.
Anyone who wasn’t me, I mean.
“Then why the fuck are we talking about those poker-night chicks, Noe?” Gage practically growled, sounding uncharacteristically agitated and a little impatient.
I blinked, trying to squirm out from beneath him so I could roll over and see his face.
He didn’t let me. Just held me down like he was a human blanket, pinning me in place with his full body weight. His chest was flush against my back, the throbbing pressure of his cock still nestled just beneath my ass as its heat radiated right through his sweatpants and those thick, solid legs of his—stretched out right on top of each of mine—held me exactly where I so desperately wanted to be.
I bit back a whimper. It was so perfect it made my throat close up.
“Why?” Gage demanded again, about the girls.
I squeezed my eyes closed at the growly undertone in his voice. Oh God. Now, on top of everything else, he was mad at me?
Gage never got mad at me.
I swallowed, making myself answer because I couldn’t stand that. “Because… because they’ve got boobs?”
And no dicks.
And wet girl-holes, the kind that I’d tried to get excited about myself in the past and had never really managed to, but that I’d heardhimwax lyrical about plenty of times.
I mean, not those two girls’ wet, um, holes in particular, but there had definitely been some rapturous F-bomb-laced poetry from Gage over the years in regard to sleeping with all those people who weren’t me, wouldneverbe me, and who were also, well, female. With, you know, boobs.
“So?” Gage asked after a minute, his voice still sounding weirdly tight. “You suddenly a boob man, now or something?”
“N-n-no,” I stuttered, hating the whole conversation… and the unfair fact that we were having it while he was still lying on top of me like this, when all I wanted to do was let the heat of his body sink into my bones and take me over completely. “But, um, you are. Because you’re into… into, you know, girls.”
Gage didn’t answer for a second, then…
He snorted, right in my ear.
Then he rocked that monster cock of his against the base of my ass, making me moan before I could help myself.
“Pretty sure what I was ‘into’ before that little nap of yours just now was that perfect fucking mouth of yours,” he finally said, running one of his big hands down my side again and squeezing my hip possessively. Then he suddenly adjusted his position, making me realize he hadn’t hadallhis weight on me… but oh God, he did now. He flattened me right into the mattress, making me gasp. And being so perfectly, completely pinned underneath him? It made every cell in my body wake right up and start singing his praises, overwhelming all my doubts and despair. Wiping them out completely for a single, perfect moment where I existed only for him.
I let my eyes drift closed, utterly trapped and completely incapable of moving.
This.
This, please and thank you.
Forever.
“Noah?” Gage said right in my ear, his hot breath making me tingle all over. “Seriously, fuck all that noise about girls, babe. I don’t want us talking about them anymore, okay? There’s just you now. You and me. And I already told you, I’m not fucking sharing. You’remine.”
My eyes flew open in shock. He’d meant… He’d meant he wasn’t sharingme?
