Then he lines himself up, and slowly enters me.
“Oh my god,” we both moan loudly at the same time. This angle hits everything in a completely new way that has sparks flashing in my vision. His hands come to my hips as he slowly drags himself out, and pushes back in. At my encouragement, he picks up the pace and intensity, his grunts mingling with my moans as our pleasure ratchets higher and higher.
“So perfect. So fucking perfect,” he rasps as I start mindlessly chanting his name. It’s so good, and I’m so incredibly happy I’ve found someone I trust enough to be able to relinquish a little control like this.
“Can’t last much longer. Come with me, please,” Gage pleads. He pulls me up against his chest so that he can slideone hand down my stomach to play with my clit, and that’s all it takes. I scream his name, and he’s barely seconds behind me as he chants mine. When we come down, I feel his head press to the back of my neck, his heavy breaths making my hair flutter.
“You ok? I wasn’t too much?” he asks.
“It was perfect,” I breathe.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he pants. “I feel like we altered time and space just now.”
I reach behind me to play with his hair, shutting my eyes to let all of my other senses enjoy the moment, my smile unable to be contained.
“Who knows, maybe we did. You certainly altered what I’m able to do with sex. You’re healing me.” I whisper.
Chapter 25
Gage
The air in the farmer’s market smells like sugar, spice, crushed leaves, and apples. Kids are getting their faces painted, couples walk hand in hand with fresh apple cider donuts, and there is a long line of adults wanting a drink from our booth. We’re situated between a creperie and a corn dog stand, so it’s the perfect little area for hungry and thirsty guests.
El Abrevadero is closed today so that we can be here, and then everyone is free to go to my dad’s retirement party tonight. Diana, Iggy, and I are making our signature fall cocktail as quickly as possible, but the demand is high. It’s an apple crisp margarita featuring white tequila, triple sec, apple juice, lime juice, with a touch of maple syrup. Normally there would also be a graham cracker crumb and brown sugar rim, but the to-go cups we’re using today won’t allow it. Iggy and I have worked on the recipe for days trying to make sure it’s perfect, and it’ll be featured on the menu until December.
He is thrilled to have been promoted to manager in my place as we’ve transitioned to me taking on ownership. Hisrelationship with Chloe is also now official, I couldn’t help but love their adorable hard launch on social media. It makes me wonder if Celeste would want to do a hard launch on social media. Neither of us are big into posting on it, at least for personal use. She’s been drumming up excitement for her non-profit with it, and I obviously use it a lot for the bar. Maybe it would be fun to post some pictures of us, though. I’d sure like people to know we’re together, because I’m damn proud to be with her.
When she first walked into my bar back in June, I had no way of knowing that she would change my life forever. The friendship we’ve built is everything to me. We’ve become partners, always helping each other and supporting each other. She’s encouraging me to be better by going to therapy, and I hope I’ve done the same for her by encouraging her to make it through her list. I’ve never met someone so smart, funny, beautiful, and wonderfully complex.
Celeste is made of iron in her strength, pure fire if you cross her, and all of that protects a heart that is so incredibly soft for the people she loves and animals. This is a woman who has been through the wringer, and still dreams of a fairy tale cottage. The trust she showed me when she had me take her from behind still staggers me days later, and I’d pretty much rather die than ever betray that trust. She’s the first person I think about when I wake up to see her beautiful red hair splashed across my chest, and my last thought when we fall asleep all tangled together.
I love her beyond anything, and I’m going to tell her soon.
Shaking out of my thoughts, I get back to focusing on what I’m doing. While I am making a round of four margaritas, Iggy quickly unpacks another box of our biodegradable, disposable to-go pouches that you stick a straw into, just likean adult version of the famous kid’s drink. People comment as much on the pouches as they do the actual drinks, they love ‘em.
“I hope we have enough of these pouches,” Iggy worries as he lines them up near our workstation.
“I think we have two more boxes back here, and I have an emergency box in my car. If this line keeps up, we’ll be cutting it close,” I say.
“Can’t complain about the business though!” he says with his megawatt smile.
“Definitely not,” I agree.
My attention is caught by a couple walking with a baby who is wailing with quite the set of lungs. The woman bounces the poor kid on her hip, but the crying won’t stop. This is one reason I don’t want kids. I like them, but dealing with this sound every day would make me lose my mind. My vocal birds are plenty.
“Cade, come on bud, we’re almost ready to leave. Hang in there,” the woman pleads.
Cade keeps on crying. He might even be getting close to the toddler stage, it’s hard to tell. I just know he looks miserable.
“Kayla, did he nap before we came?” I can hear the man ask wearily.
“No, Derek, because you wanted to get here early to avoid the huge lines. I think he slept for ten minutes in the car,” she replies a little acidly.
“Let’s get him home,” he grouses.
I can’t help but thinking the dude seems like an asshole, as if he’s blaming Kayla for their son having a meltdown. He is doing nothing to help, just acting exacerbated at her. Yet men wonder why they’re lonely. I shake my head at myself, because it’s none of my business.
A few minutes later, Wayne, Gina, the kids, Lyra, and Taran come walking toward the booth to stand in line. Ava is hanging onto Lyra, chattering with her about something. Gina has told me many times about the special bond Ava and Lyra have, since Lyra used to watch Ava a lot while Gina was working full time, on top of getting her masters at night before Braden came along.
