Falling for Gage – Pelion Lake Read Online Mia Sheridan

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But then it dawned, and I reached in my pocket, pulling out that tiny package with the red condom inside. I blinked at it, gratitude flooding me as I held it up to Rory like it was a winning lottery ticket.

In that moment, that’s what it was.

“Thank you, God,” she breathed.

Thank you, Aidan.

I dropped my pants and kicked them aside as Rory sat up. “Let me,” she said.

I met her eyes as I handed her the condom and stepped forward and then we both watched as she stretched it over my shaft. A shiver went through me, lust pumping so feverishly I wondered if I might spill in her hand. I almost laughed but didn’t have the breath. I hadn’t lost control like that since I was a teenager.

I needed to get inside her, needed to feel her tight warmth envelop me, but first, I had to taste her. I gently pushed her back on the table and she let out a squeak of surprise as I bent forward and pushed her knees apart inelegantly, so desperate I practically dove between her legs. I inhaled as she fisted my hair and then put my lips around her clit, giving it a long suck. She bucked against my mouth and I growled in response, her orgasm shuddering through her as she panted and moaned my name.

I couldn’t wait another second. I stood and then used one arm to hitch under her and drag her back before climbing on top. The sun was streaming inside now as I lined myself up at her entrance, our eyes meeting as I pushed inside her. Her sated gaze widened and she reached for me, pulling me down into a kiss.

Our mouths met as I rocked into her, surrendering to the push and pull that was those few dwindling moments of this unexpected rapture I’d somehow found in this unplanned place. Time slowing, blood rushing, something crumbling, breaking apart.

I swallowed down her staggered breaths and small gasps of bliss, the feverish pitch of my own pleasure growing ever louder as I careened crazily toward climax. “Oh God, Rory, Rory, I can’t—” I pumped faster, all control gone as I flew toward the edge of some internal cliff, the ground dropping out from beneath me, in the same but much different way as had happened earlier and caused me to end up here, with her. Every muscle in my body suddenly released and I could do nothing but throw my head back and let myself go, the ground rising up to meet me. And when it hit, the orgasm rushed through me so intensely it felt like I really had flown apart, my very being scattered far and wide, never to be put back together again.

I came back to reality slowly, Rory’s fingers running through my hair. She was murmuring, but the words I thought she’d said were, “I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

We lay like that for mere moments and a lifetime, our lungs filling with air, my atoms reforming into some semblance of who I was.

Gage Buchanan. Most Likely to Succeed. Ivy League. Mr. Perfect.

So why didn’t any of those titles feel like they fit suddenly?

God. It was just great sex but…wow. It had turned me inside out.

She rubbed her cheek slowly against mine. “I like you with scruff,” she whispered, turning slightly so her lips dragged across my chin. Scruff, she liked my scruff. I’d spent so much time with her, I needed a shave. And Jesus but the way she was peppering small kisses along my jaw was turning me on again.

“What’d you slip into those crab cakes, anyway?” she asked.

I laughed, leaning up, realizing that in my fervor, I’d scooted us across the table so that her head was practically in one of the pockets. “What did you slip into—”

Loud banging sounded at the front door and we both jumped, me slipping out of her as I practically toppled off the table, landing on my feet, but just barely. A deep voice called Rory’s name from the other side of the door.

“Oh, shit!” she said, hopping down from the table too. “That’s my uncle! He’ll kill me! And you!” For a few seconds we just stood there, utterly naked except for my—obviously used—red condom, staring at each other in alarm before both moving at the same time, bending to pick up a piece of clothing, our heads colliding.

“Oof,” we said in tandem, staggering back as we both rubbed our heads.

“He has a key,” she hissed as we began picking up clothing items and pulling them on as quickly as possible.

The sounds of a key being inserted into the lock made Rory let out a small squeak, both of us bending to pull on our socks and shoes as the door banged open. “Rory!” the deep, gruff voice called.


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