Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“You need more,” he said, sliding his fingers against my clit. “A lot more. All of it. I’ve been suffocating, waiting for you, and I don’t think you’ve had it any easier, have you?”
How do you respond to that?
I didn’t bother, because I was too caught up in the realization that he had every intention of making me come again, and I wasn’t about to fight it. Oh, hell no. Not even a little bit, because the man was right. I hadn’t had it easy, and damned if I didn’t deserve this.
The second time was different.
My body was already sensitized to his, so when he really started pounding into me, things moved faster. He was hard and thick and deep, every movement slickened by my desire as the need started building again. He’d bent me nearly in half, pushing me back against the cushions. Then Gage shifted over me, his movements growing less coordinated.
“I’m close, babe,” he said, the words strained. “I want to take you with me again. Think you can help me out a little, here?”
My eyes closed, burned by the intensity I saw in his, and I reached down between us, my fingers tangling with his. I expected him to let me go—focus on his own needs. Instead our hands moved together as I showed him exactly what I wanted. Throughout, he stared down at me intently, sweat beading up along his forehead.
“Not sure I can hold out much longer,” he gasped. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, fingers flying. Suddenly he stiffened, groaning as his entire body clenched tight. The look on his face pushed me over the edge and I came again. This time was different—no less intense, but in a new way. That had been harder, more blunt. This was softer, waves of mixed relief and pleasure sliding through me as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Slowly the moment passed, and I started to notice normal things.
For one thing, he’d twisted me up like a pretzel, and my legs were starting to cramp in a serious way. Also, I was sweaty and disgusting, bare-ass naked from the waist down while he still had on his shirt and leathers.
Awkward.
“Hey, I think I should—”
“Don’t,” Gage said, shaking his head quickly. I frowned.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t think,” he replied, offering a slow smile. “Just enjoy the moment. We can think about things tomorrow. After I’ve fucked you a couple more times, because no way we’re done for tonight.”
I started to shake my head, but he let my legs slide down around his waist, then lifted me up, a feat of strength I couldn’t help but appreciate. Then he was carrying me—ass still bare—up the stairs to my room, and I felt less appreciative.
“What are you doing?” I hissed in his ear as we passed my dad’s door.
“Taking you to bed,” he replied casually. “What did you think we’re doing?”
“I didn’t invite you to stay the night,” I whispered pointedly, hoping he’d keep his damned voice down.
“It was implied,” he replied, sounding amused. “Unless you’re just using me for sex? You know, it’s really unfair to take advantage of—”
“Shut up,” I moaned, dropping my head against his shoulder, because he really did smell pretty good and I have to admit, having a big, strong guy carry me up the stairs sort of kicked ass. Even if he was a lying piece of shit. That’s why I didn’t argue when he dropped me down across my bed—hard and ready to go again—or when he pushed my head down low or even that third time in the middle of the night, when he flipped me over onto my stomach.
Suppose when you decide to end a dry spell, you might as well do it right.
GAGE
I woke up feeling smug as hell.
Took a minute to orient myself, and another to remember all that’d happened. I’d spent the night with Tinker, and a hell of a night it was. She was cuddled up tight right next to me, and I looked down to find her face relaxed in sleep. She looked different like this—no less beautiful, but most of the time she wore armor. The whole makeup/hair thing was sexy as hell and suited her perfectly, but it also gave her a layer of separation from the world. I could appreciate that.
My Reapers colors did the same for me.
Still, it felt good to see the woman behind the mask. She was real and beautiful and just a little bit sweaty and smudged—what more can a man ask for? Tinker sighed, then rolled away from me to flop on her back. Her boobs were still covered by the sheet, and I tugged it down slowly to get a better look in the morning light. Not bad. Not bad at all. Her tits were nice and round. Not huge, but lush, and they flattened gently to the sides in a way that made it clear they were all natural.