Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Gage
Sitting in my king-sized bed, I do my best to concentrate on Vance’s email, though my thoughts are down the hall with Olive.
According to my boss, there have been no major attempts to look for either Aurelia or Olive from Don Farrelli.
In fact, his sole focus remains on the cartel and figuring out who disrespected him at his own ball.
Good for me.
The Tigress sent me a separate message, letting me know he has yet to even notice Olive’s absence, and that it’s likely he won’t spend too much time looking for Aurelia.
He has dispatched Dante and Domino to deal with the job, so there’s little concern they’ll actually find her.
All in all, the whole extraction was much easier than I expected.
Although my house guest is certainly not what I had in mind, I’m glad she is here.
Gentle footfalls in the hallway pass my room, barely audible to an untrained ear, but I hear them all the same. Olive comes up to my doorway, then retreats several times. The urge to fling my door open, grab her, and make her mine is nearly impossible to ignore—but the decision needs to be hers.
Holding my breath, I wait while her footsteps quiet once more and wonder whether she’s fled down the hall to the spare room I left her in.
There’s silence, and for a moment I assume that’s the end of her indecision for the evening.
Even though I’m disappointed, she’s not going anywhere.
There’s no need to rush things. Right now, the only place I’m certain she’s safe is with me.
And so, she’ll remain here until the coast is clear.
Forever. The insidious little word whispers through my brain, gaining traction. She’s not going anywhere. I’ve already determined it.
Should I go check on her? Maybe she needs water.
Without another thought, I rise and meander toward my shut door, yet before I can turn the handle, her footsteps return, with greater force and urgency. She strides up to my door and delivers a powerful knock.
Well, well, well. Maybe she’s not running, after all.
My cock twitches in my pants, and I take a deep breath, gaining control before twisting the handle. On the other side of the door, I’m met with the most beautiful sight. Olive stands on the other side, wearing nothing but my oversized white T-shirt, her nipples poking through the thin material.
My mouth waters. The diamond-hard buds are begging for my touch and my tongue.
“Hi,” I say, waiting for her to speak. She swallows hard, and her throat bobs. “Do you want to come in?” It’s presumptuous, but the idea of her in my space makes me feral with desire.
“Is that okay?” she asks sweetly, and I step aside, letting her enter.
She tiptoes into my domain, her eyes glancing around before settling on the bed.
Several seating options fill the room, yet she bypasses the couch and the chair.
Instead, my sweet girl settles on the edge my bed, tucking her hair behind her ear and gazing at me with soft, innocent eyes that make me long to defile every inch of her body.
“Is everything all right? I know it was a crazy day.” I position myself beside her and take her hand in mine. She squeezes my fingers, holding onto me like a lifeline.
“Yeah, I just couldn’t sleep. Can I stay here tonight?” I’m not sure if she’s too innocent to realize what she does to me, but I can’t turn her away.
“Of course,” I say. “Would you like to lie down?” She nods, then hastily stands again, looking at me expectantly. Dirty thoughts of tossing her on the bed and relaxing her with my tongue dance through my mind. Soon.
After peeling back my covers, I gesture for her to slide in. When she does, I’m gifted with a fantastic view of the longest legs I’ve ever seen.
Fuck.
She hikes her shirt up, knee walking onto the bed, nearly giving me a glimpse of the nirvana between her legs. Freaking siren. If I didn’t know better, I would think she was trying to end up bouncing on my cock.
My cock is ramrod straight, pushing against the front of my pants. I can’t help but keep my gaze trained on the apex of her thighs as she lies back, nibbling on her lower lip. Her innocent eyes stare up at me, taking in the expanse of my chest. Is that desire?
It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I pull the blanket over her, tuck her in gently, and turn off the lights before wandering to the other side.
A better man might offer to sleep on the couch or in the chair, but I’m not a better man.
.. and I’m starting to think she doesn’t want me to be, either.
Plus, there’s no way I’m giving up a second of being in my bed with this sweet angel beside me.
The moment I get settled, her body melts toward mine. My baser instincts take control, turning to envelop her body and tug her back against my chest. Olive curves into me. I place my hand on her lower belly, where her muscles quiver beneath my touch
“How’s this?” I ask, lust making my voice hoarse.
“Perfect,” she answers, shifting until my rock-hard dick presses into her back. She doesn’t flinch or move away; no, instead, the little minx rocks her pelvis back and forth against my already weeping tip.
“You’d better be very clear about what you want right now, because if you keep doing that, I’m going to think you want my cock deep inside your sweet little pussy.”
She murmurs and grinds harder, a little growl of frustration coming from her throat.
Blindly, I move my hand beneath her T-shirt, finding nothing but bare skin.
Not a single lacy scrap, just a pussy for me to plunder; but rather than sliding my fingers deep inside her, I trail my hand up her belly until my palm finds her breast. It’s heavy in my hand, and I use my thumb to flick her nipple until she moans.
As I toy with her, she picks up her rhythm, grinding into me.
“Tell me. Tell me where you want my hands.”
She moans, tossing her head back, but says nothing, so I keep playing with her, waiting to hear the words. “Please,” she whimpers, but I won’t give her any satisfaction. Olive needs to know that once we do this, she’ll be mine. No turning back.
“You want me to lick your pussy? Make you come so hard you cry?” My hand slowly drifts down, over her quivering belly.
“Yes. That.” She reaches between us, grasping my thick erection, but I move out of reach, knowing that just one tug will send me over the edge, and coming in my pants is not an option. No. That’s reserved for painting Olive’s womb.
“Then say the words. Tell me you understand that once my cock’s inside you, you’ll belong to me.” My fingers part her lower lips, finding her soaked and ready. “Fuck you’re perfect.”
She moans again, loudly this time, before flipping onto her back, facing me.
Olive widens her knees and looks me straight in the eye.
So. Fucking. Sexy. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
And then, never breaking eye contact, she says the words I’ve been longing to hear. “Fuck me, Gage, I’m yours forever.”
I’m not sure why this was so easy. Maybe she feels the same connection I have since the moment I first saw her. Our souls bonded in that instant, and I’ve never wanted anyone more.
Pressing forward, I take her lips with mine, my tongue licking into her mouth, possessive, rough, raw.
I devour her, taking and taking, while using my fingers to bring her ever closer to orgasm.
When I find her clit, I rub circles around the sensitive bud until her body goes rigid, and she shakes with her release.
And we’re just getting started.