JOLIE
Ihad to tell him.
But how could Iwhen Iknew how mad he was going to be? When Iknew it would ruin everything? It wasn’tlike we were some great love story, yet there was no denying that there was something between us. Something intense that Icouldn’tignore.
Gauge made me feel like Iwas home. Like Iwas accepted and Ibelonged. He made me feel like Ihad afamily again, something that had been missing from my life for many years. Ididn’twant to ruin that.
We had been having sex for two days straight. Gauge had had me every which way and more. Iwas sore, bruised, and aching, and he was the same. But every time with him made me crave him more. Every time he slammed into me, Iknew it couldn’tbe the last. Ihated that Inow knew why women flocked to him. Why he got any woman he wanted. Ihated it because Iwanted him to want only me.
Gauge was sitting at the kitchen island, abeer in hand, acigar caught between his teeth as he stared down at his phone. He was wearing his leather cut over his bare chest, his gun tucked inside. Isipped my glass of water, wondering how Ihad never found that look attractive before. How Ihad been around my brother'sbiker friends since Icould walk and all Ihad ever thought was that they were dirty, oily assholes. Imean, Gauge was an asshole, and he was certainly dirty in the best possible way, but Iwas beginning to see that he was also something more than just that.
Adeep frown was etched across his hard features, his dark eyes reading intently. He must have felt me watching, because his gaze lifted from his phone and he glanced across at me, the tension in his features instantly easing when our eyes connected.
He pulled the cigar from his mouth, propping it in the ashtray in front of him. His mouth quirked up in ahalf smile. “You good, babe?”
“As good as Ican be,” Iretorted, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He picked up his beer and took along swallow of the contents before replying. “Anythin’ Ican do to help out?”
My mouth twitched with the desire to smile but Iheld it back, raising an eyebrow at him instead. Ishrugged. “I’mnot sure. Like, what could you actually do to help?”
He leaned back on the stool and eyed me. “Depends where the problem lies, babe.” He put down his beer bottle and pushed back from his stool before casually coming toward me. My stomach fluttered in anticipation.
Iwas sore between the legs, my nipples sucked red raw, my lips swollen from kissing, and Ihad several bite marks on my inner thighs, but Istill wanted more. Gauge, for all his faults, was amazing in bed. Though in bed was the only place we hadn’thad sex yet. Gauge may have been aselfish, obnoxious, arrogant asshole, but he knew what to do with his tongue and his hands and his dick. He knew how to treat awoman’sbody. How to make it desire him despite hating him. He knew how to make awoman crave his touch while still cussing him out. Gauge was my worst nightmare and Iwanted him every hour of every day.
He placed astrong hand on my waist, his rough fingers rubbing along the smooth skin as he tugged me flush against his body. His other hand found its way to my hair and tipped my head back so he could lean down and press ahard kiss on my lips.
My core tingled.
My nipples hardened.
Asoft moan escaped my lips.
Gauge pulled out of the kiss and trailed athick finger down between my breasts, holding my gaze. “Is this where the problem is?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
Ishook my head. “Nope.”
He trailed his finger lower before trailing down between my legs. Ashuddering breath left my lips.
“What about here? This where the problem is?” he asked.
Igave aslow shrug, barely containing the sigh on my tongue. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he chuckled, his hand roaming to my ass. He cupped it and squeezed it roughly between both hands, and the action made everything below shoot fireworks through me. “What about here, Jolie? This where the problem lies?”
Iopened my mouth to reply as he squeezed my ass cheeks again, and Igroaned instead of speaking.
“Tell you what I’ll do for you. I’ll take alook—an inspection, if you will—and see if Ican discover what the problem is. That work for you?” Gauge raised an eyebrow in question.
He lifted his chin at me and Inodded slowly, not entirely sure what Iwas agreeing to, but not wanting him to stop touching me either. Aslow smile crept up his rugged face, his gaze darkening, and Isucked in abreath, my heart hammering against my chest.
Slowly, Gauge turned me around so Iwas facing the countertop, and then he placed his hands on either side of my hips and tugged down my jean shorts, letting them drop to my ankles. Gauge placed ahand on my lower back before pushing me forward so Iwas bent over the kitchen island. My cheek pressed against the cool granite countertop as he trailed ahand down my spine until it reached my ass.
Iopened my mouth to say something just as the heat from his tongue found my asshole and he licked right along my seam. Iwas embarrassed and horny and my knees quivered as he used both hands to spread my ass cheeks further apart. He split my ass open with his tongue, his thick fingers finding my pussy and pushing inside. Warmth spread through my ass and my core in simultaneous waves of spine-tingling pleasure. Igroaned into the air unashamedly as his hand pumped away, thrusting not one but two thick fingers in and out of me as his tongue swirled around my asshole, devouring my most sacred place.
