Chapter 3 Gage #2
I wait for Letty and Ava to join their friends in the limo and drive away.
A smile tugs on my lips as I start my bike’s engine and ride off.
Bullseye is waiting for me when I park my bike in his driveway.
He smirks but doesn’t say anything as I change my clothes, removing my cut to dress in an all-black suit.
I keep my boots on and skip the tie, leaving the top buttons open so I can breathe.
“Damn, cuz. You sure look pretty.”
“Fuck off,” I laugh, pulling on my black gloves. Once I place my mask over my face, she won’t know who I am until I’m already dancing with her. Even then, she might have to guess.
“You’re taking a risk,” he reminds me. “If Storm finds out,” he warns.
“I know. It’s a necessary risk.” I see his concern. “I have to be there tonight, Drew.” It’s not often I use his real name. But he’s my blood and my brother. I need him to understand why I’ve got to do this.
“I get it. Hell, I don’t know if I could have lasted as long as you have,” he jokes.
“I’ll be back after the dance.”
He nods. “I’ll keep the light on for ya, honey.”
I laugh as I pick up my keys and head out. Night has fallen on Summit Hill, and the town is quiet as I ride through the streets. Only when I approach the school can I hear the music and feel the electric pulse that fills the air.
Once I park my bike, I reach for the mask I bought, skipping the ones the school provides for the students. Mine is nothing like the rest Letty will see tonight. I’m going in character.
A dark gray wolf’s mask that obscures enough of my features to hide my identity from curious eyes. It’s a strategic disguise because I don’t want anyone to connect this to the Vipers or me. Tonight, it’s just Gage and Letty. No club. No obligation. And no fucking rules.
I’ve planned my arrival, and I’m late. It’s intentional. I want to observe the gymnasium and Letty, taking my time and slowly stalking her until I snag her for a dance.
Music pumps through massive speakers on either side of the stage, while twinkling lights sparkle above our heads and lend a magical quality that puts everyone in a party mood.
Tables have been erected with platters of cookies and mini cakes.
Punch bowls offer refreshment along with bottles of water.
It’s a bit cliché, but hell, it’s a high school dance.
I’m getting noticed. Multiple girls stare at me with awe-filled expressions. It’s amusing. I wait until Letty notices me. When I see her blink, her gaze roaming over me as her cheeks bloom with color in the low lighting, I know it’s time.
A slow song begins to play, and it’s as if I picked it myself for this moment, stalking toward Letty. I don’t speak, just hold out my hand. She doesn’t hesitate to place her palm in mine as I lead her toward the group that’s already swaying to the music.
My hand settles at her waist, and I tug her to me possessively, brushing my fingertips over her lower spine.
Letty sucks in a breath. “Who are you?”
I don’t answer. She doesn’t know it’s me yet, but she’ll figure it out.
We move with the cadence of the music, sweeping across the floor as I twirl her out and back into my chest. I make the mistake of lightly laughing as she stares up at me, blinking.
“Gage?”
“You’re going to keep dancing, beautiful, and pretend you don’t recognize me.”
She doesn’t ask why. Maybe it’s obvious.
We stare, pressed together, for two more songs, and then the tempo picks up. The music shifts to a pop song that has the crowd jumping around and going wild.
It’s not for us.
I take Letty’s hand and lead her away from the dance floor. There’s a patio outside the gym doors that we exit through, and then I find a spot that’s doused in shadow. I bring her there, pulling off my mask because I need to kiss her, and I don’t want anything in my way.
My lips capture hers, applying pressure before I deepen the kiss. Her mouth opens to receive my tongue, and I taste a hint of mint on her breath. A groan rises in my throat as I tangle my tongue with hers. Need pulses through my body.
I want her. Every part of her.
There’s a reckless side to me that doesn’t give a fuck where we are or that she’s not had sex yet. I want to strip her bare and dive between her thighs. I have to taste her release again. It’s invaded my dreams for far too long.
I break from her full, swollen lips to her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her delicate throat. I mark a pathway with my teeth and tongue, nibbling and licking over the mounds of her breasts, fighting the urge to rip the dress and set them free so I can suck on her nipples.
But I have another prize I’m eager for, and I drop to my knees.
With gentle pressure, I push her back against the wall, noting that the ivy growing on the outside of the building is thick enough to conceal us in the darkness.
The closest light is too far away to expose us, and I grin as I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder.
“Gage,” she gasps. “We can’t.”
“We can,” I argue, reaching for the silky thong she’s wearing. It’s so lightweight that it snaps as soon as I yank on it. She’s wet for me. I can feel it as I spread her open, slick and begging for my touch.
I latch onto her pussy and thrust my tongue inside her.
Letty cries my name as her hand falls to my head, gripping my hair as I hold her in place. She makes me ravenous. Reckless. I yank off one glove and toss it to the ground.
Letty rolls her hips, humping my face while I spear two fingers inside her, feeling her tight pussy spasm around them.
She won’t last long.
I shift the angle a bit, chasing her orgasm. I want her to lose control. To need me as desperately as I want her.
Without warning, I suck on her clit and slick my fingers in her pussy, pumping hard as I feel her body clench. I know she’s coming as I lap at her, urging her on, drawing every shudder of pleasure and soft cry I can from her pretty mouth.
The black lace mask she’s wearing has remained in place despite the way she’s thrashing her head.
I know she’s sated when Letty becomes nearly boneless, resting against the wall.
I kiss her pussy and gently move her leg, letting both feet rest on the slab of concrete below us.
Rising off the ground, I claim her mouth, letting her taste her release on my tongue.
Another moan releases as I circle her throat with my hand, holding her in place. “You’re mine.”
She’s too dazed to say anything, and I let it go for now, but this is a discussion we’ll have again in the future until she agrees. It doesn’t matter if she’s forbidden or if our parents got married. Nothing is getting in my way.
It takes a moment for her to recover from the orgasm and clarity to return to her eyes.
She pauses a moment to calm her breathing as I adjust my suit jacket.
With a smug grin, I pull my mask back on and tug her toward me, heading back inside.
We dance to several more songs. I never leave her alone until Ava tells her that the limo is waiting.
“Letty.”
She lifts her chin, and I kiss her one last time. My lips brand hers with a promise. This isn’t the last time we’ll see one another.
Letty leaves with Ava once I release her, and I watch as she climbs inside the limo, clutching the glove I dropped outside in her hand. She rides to Ava’s house and goes inside to spend the night. My girl is safe.
My head is in a fog as I ride to Bullseye’s house. When he’s not there, I know my cousin is at the clubhouse. I change my clothes, shrug on my cut, and head to the Grid Iron.
By the time I arrive, I need a smoke. I pull out the pack and light one, taking in the nicotine my body craves. As I finish, I flick the butt to the ground and stomp on the cinders.
My shirt is suddenly gripped in a meaty fist, and I’m slammed against the side of the clubhouse. The wind is knocked out of me, and I gasp for breath. The angry face of my president looms over me.
“Was it worth it?” Storm growls as hauls me forward, nearly lifting my boots off the pavement. He’s pissed.
I fucked up, but I don’t regret it. I just hope Bullseye didn’t get in trouble because of me.
Storm is waiting for my answer. “To touch her for one dance? To hold her? Yes,” I croak, not elaborating on anything else.
He releases me, and I stumble backward, catching myself before I fall on my ass. “Don’t ever test me again, boy.”
I dip my chin because I’m a fucking fool. I know it. He knows it. “I won’t.” I swallow hard before I confess to him. “I had to because—”
He cuts me off. “I know how you feel about her, but I will strip you of your patch if you ever disobey me again.”
“I understand, Pres.”
He stomps forward and tugs me into a hug. “You’re my kin, Blaze. My blood. You feel me?”
I understand his words. They mean I’m like a cherished son. My actions tonight hurt him. “I do, Storm.”
He releases me, nods, and heads back inside the clubhouse. I just got off way too easily.
I pull out another cigarette, light the end, and inhale. My finger shakes as I drag nicotine into my lungs. Out of all the stupid shit I’ve done in my life, underestimating Storm has to be the dumbest. I’m lucky to be breathing.
Bullseye exits the clubhouse. “I didn’t say shit.”
“I know. He’s the pres for a reason.”
“Fucking epic,” he agrees.
I can taste Letty and the nicotine on my tongue. With a smile lingering on my lips, I enjoy my smoke.
And I don’t regret a fucking thing.