Lacy giggled as his hand landed on her backside.
“Help me up?” Lily grunted at Gunner. Once on her feet, she smiled at Lacy and Mae. “Boys, I’m going to steal your wives for a bit. I need to try and walk this baby out today.”
“Lily—”
“Nope. No hovering. You’re going to stay with the guys, right? You’ll help watch the kids so I can have girl time and relax and not feel claustrophobic with your hovering?”
Stone snorted into his beer. All these years later, Nash still loved watching Gunner—the man who held several records in their time in the SEALs for the elite, emotionless sniper that he was—get put in his place by Lily.
“Of course.”
“Let’s go see if we can find Sloane. I saw Hawk and Jessie over by the grill not too long ago. I’m sure Beckett wants to come say hello to Noli,” Mae laughed as she looped her arm through Lily’s.
“We’re going to be late,” Sloane panted as Gage’s fingers slipped under the fabric of her dress.
“Red, no one is going to notice if we aren’t right on time. We’ll get there. But first, I owe you an orgasm. And I’m absolutely starving. You aren’t going to deny me my breakfast, are you?”
Yes, they needed to get their shit together and head out to Emma and Sebastian’s place, but he wasn’t about to leave his woman feeling needy.
“Mm… Shit! Oh… I wouldn’t have worn this dress if I knew you were going to do this… it wrinkles…”
“Guess I’ll just have to make sure you get hot enough that you steam them out.”
She laughed. “I think that’s a mighty tall order. Why don’t you just take it off me, Clark, and set it nicely over on the chair?”
“Not as fun, but if it will put your mind at ease, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
His fingers bunched the fabric up and he easily slipped it over her head. Gage draped the dress over the chair and turned back to Sloane, eyes going wide as he realized his fiancée was only left wearing one very silky pair of panties.
“No bra?”
“It’s hard to wear one in a sundress like that. The straps from the dress are too thin.”
“What a shame,” Gage laughed as he set his lips against her shoulder. He alternated between kissing and sucking on her skin. From her shoulder, to her neck, down to her collarbone.
Sloane stood still, until Gage’s left hand came up and rested against her breast, while his mouth kissed over the other. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue moving in the same circular motion his thumb was tracing over her other breast. And that’s when he felt Sloane melt. She moaned as his teeth gently clamped down, raking over the sensitive bud.
“Clark,” she panted.
“It’s okay, beautiful. I know what you want.”
Sloane’s eyes closed, and his hand landed on her waist, guiding her two steps back until she was sitting on the sofa. Her back rested against the pillows, and Gage fell to his knees, his thumbs hitching her panties and pulling them down her legs. Once he had them free in his hand, Gage began pressing kisses up her leg. Her skin pebbled beneath his touch, and Sloane’s breathing picked up the closer he got to the spot he knew she wanted him to touch.
“Enough with the kisses,” she groaned. “We kind of need to hit our destination quickly.”
He just laughed. Until she spread her legs further apart and her own hand found its way to his ultimate destination.
“Fine. Kiss away. I’ll help you get me there,” she teased.
Gage wrapped his hand around her wrist and growled. “Red… You should know you don’t mess with a starving man’s meal.”
Teasing like that in the beginning of their relationship was unheard of. They’d both taken things slow. Explored each other’s boundaries and found a comfortable middle ground. And now, their sex life was off the charts incredible.
“You wouldn’t know you were starving from the glacial pace you’re working at to get me off.”
Gage didn’t verbally respond. Instead he guided her hand up to her nipple and nodded as he released her wrist. She clearly got the hint, her free hand coming up to cover her other breast. When she was consumed with the sensations at her chest, Gage placed his hands on her thighs and went to work. His tongue licked her, from core to clit, her back arching off the sofa in response.
He continued his ministrations until she was writhing beneath him, begging for release. Gage sucked on her clit, slipping a finger into her and stroking the soft spot that he knew would send her over the edge.
