Chapter 7 Gage
Ilove her. Of course, I do.
I’ve loved her since the night I tasted her for the first time, and I memorized the sound of her moans when I watched the sun creeping over the horizon and felt her warmth against my skin.
I knew the same breath she stared into my eyes and said she’d never been with anyone before me.
When she turned those big, blue, trusting eyes my way and let me worship her with my mouth.
I lost my heart to her that day, and even now, she holds it in two fragile, soft hands.
She’s the first and last person ever to have that power over me.
Trust is hard-won in my world. It’s quick to lose and almost impossible to earn back.
I built that trust and a bond with my brothers in the club over the last few years. I need to build that same trust with Letty. She deserves to know the truth. There are too many fucking secrets, and I have to continue to prove that I’m someone she can rely on.
But being a Viper means I can’t share what I learn in church or the intel the club uncovers. There are things I can never reveal, and she has to find a way to accept that if we’re going to make this work.
And then there’s the harsh reality of my father’s crimes, the threat to Letty’s life, and the danger Mifflin placed Cynthia in, which only adds to the shit piling up.
Her mother keeps as many secrets as I do, maybe more.
She knows enough shit about my father to be a liability.
I hope Cynthia is smart enough to protect herself and to have an escape plan. She’s going to need it.
“Be my first, Gage.” Letty’s small hand cradles the side of my face. “But please don’t hurt me and make me regret it.”
Her words snap me out of the debate in my head. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She swipes across the screen of her phone and sends a quick text. “Ava is good. She’s got a ride home.”
“Let me get a prospect here. Just in case shit gets wild.”
“Alright. Thanks.”
I sneak a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before I release it. “Give me a minute.” I send a message to one of the prospects I trust the most, letting him know that no one fucks with Ava. Ryker is quick to reply. “It’s sorted,” I announce. “We’re leaving, beautiful.”
I adjust us on the bike so that she’s holding onto my waist from behind and show her where to put her feet. Once her helmet is on, I start the engine and ride away from the curb. She only asks where we’re headed once we leave the party far behind.
“My place,” I answer as we pause at a red light. “That okay?”
“Sure.” She sounds nervous. How fucking adorable.
She’s steady in the saddle with me. Holds tight to my body. And when I take turns, she follows my lead. It’s like she’s born to ride my Harley with me—my ol’ lady.
When we arrive at the clubhouse, I don’t linger or detour.
I don’t stop or talk to a fucking soul. We rush through the halls and stop outside my room as I pull out the key from my cut pocket and unlock the door.
She enters ahead of me, and I flip on the lights, shutting the door behind us and locking it.
“This is your last chance to tell me you’re not ready or want to wait. I’ll respect that, Letty.”
“I know.” She smiles and crooks a finger. “Come here.”
I close the distance, shrugging out of my cut and draping it over the chair next to us. My t-shirt follows.
Letty’s fingertips trace the swirls of ink on my chest and across my shoulders before slowly trailing down my stomach.
She lightly caresses the muscles that are taut on either side of my hips and gives me a devilish grin.
Without a word, she undresses, letting me watch as every flawless inch of her body is slowly revealed.
I fucking salivate and have to swallow, groaning as my cock swells.
She’s beautiful.
Letty lowers onto the bed and parts her thighs in an open invitation. No way will I fucking refuse.
I shuck my boots and remaining clothes fast, eager to touch and feel her beneath me. My cock is thick and eager as the bed dips, and I climb over her.
“I wondered what your cock would look like.”
“And?” I ask, teasing her.
“It’s bigger than I imagined.”
“He’ll fit.”
She reaches for me and her fingers brush over the length. An eager bob follows like he’s got a mind of his own. I’m hard as fucking steel thinking about fucking her.
I settle between her thighs, gently nudging them apart. My hands slide over the curve of her hips and explore her bare abdomen, slightly rounded belly, and every smooth, delicious inch in my pathway toward her center.
I want this to be good for her. I need it to be fucking perfect.
If she regrets this later, it will fucking gut me. Not that I will ever admit it.
My fingers slid between her legs, parting her for me, and revealing the soft sweetness that I had dreamed about and craved for two years.
Inhaling, I groan. As fucking pure and untouched as I remember.
I hold her open, maintaining eye contact as I lower my head and swipe my tongue upward.
Her hips tilt, rising with the motion, and I fucking grin.
I own this pussy, and I’ll make her mine, even if I have to stay between her legs for the entire night.
“Gage,” she cries, rocking her hips into my face, desperate for more.
“Yeah, beautiful. That’s it. Take what you need from me.”
She begins to writhe, working her hips with a consistent rhythm as I apply pressure to her stomach, angling my hand so that my thumb rubs small circles into her clit. Watching her, seeing her so exposed and needy, brings out the beast in me.
When I slide a finger inside her, she jolts. I add a second, and she moans my name. The beast wants free to fuck her, but I can’t let that part of myself go until the last possible second. I’ll hurt her otherwise.
I decide to stretch her a little more and pump my fingers in and out, spearing inside her channel as she sucks them into her body. So fucking wet. So ready.
The sopping sounds of her cunt fill the room.
I don’t want to wait for her to come. I need to be inside her the first time. I’ve waited so long for this, to know what it felt like when she squeezed me and her body convulsed around my cock.
“Letty,” I groan, trying to ignore my dick and the throbbing ache as it rubs against the mattress.
“Gage,” she pants. “I need you.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Please.” Her begging fuels my inner beast.
“Please, what?” I ask, pressing circles into her clit and moving my fingers faster.
She trembles, biting into her lower lip. “Fuck me, Gage.”
Goddamn. I love this girl.
I slide back up her body as she reaches for me.
Fuck. Seeing her like this, writhing, aching, needing me, is something I can grow addicted to fast.
I notch the tip of my cock at her entrance and slowly push in an inch, pull out, and slide in again, a little further. She keeps bucking her hips, trying to take me in on her own.
“Letty, baby.”
“Do it. I need you, Gage. Stop tormenting me!”
I can’t help a dark chuckle before I draw back my hips and plunge into her depths in one swift, unrelenting, hard thrust.
A scream tears from her lips as I claim what belongs to me, the last barrier to her virginity. I hate to cause her pain, but now it’s done, and I can show her pleasure that overrides any discomfort. My forehead rests against hers, and we breathe together, letting her adjust.
Her fingernails dig into my arms. “Gage.”
“It gets better. I swear it does.”
“I was going to say I feel so full, but I love it.”
Well, fuck. That’s unexpected.
My mouth covers hers, and I begin to move, gliding in and out of her pussy.
I roll my hips, taking my time as I plunge and withdraw, hoping to feel her slicken with arousal.
And she does as soon as some of the tension eases.
Her body relaxes, and her inner walls grip me, providing fantastic friction.
We move in tandem and find a pace that we both enjoy.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her mouth, kissing her in languid strokes that match the movement of my hips.
“Gage, oh,” she moans, finally feeling that sweet clenching building in her core.
“You should know something,” I grunt, rolling us so she drapes over me. “Give me a second.”
“Okay.”
I pull out of her only long enough to adjust our position.
What I have to say needs to happen as I stare into her eyes.
I sit against my headboard and adjust her over my hips, so she’s facing me.
Soft tits smash against my chest. My hand guides my cock back inside her, ignoring the small tinge of blood I see.
Once I’m fully seated, I stare into her eyes. “I love you, Leticia Marie Jacobs.”
I’m probably saying the words too early. I don’t care.
She blinks, lifting her hand to brush the light scruff on my jaw. “I think I’ve loved you since the wedding.”
“Not me,” I admit. “I knew the day we saw that sunrise.”
“You were longer,” she whispers with awe.
“Yes.”
I snap my hips upward, pushing her legs wider apart. I want to be buried deeper. To thrust into her harder.
She must share the same need. “More, Gage.”
“Touch yourself. Play with your clit,” I order.
Slender fingers slide down her stomach and she obeys, moaning as we rock into each other.
My palms slide around her waist, hook on her shoulders, and move her downward with every thrust. The pull brings her onto my cock as I thrust deeper.
“Oh, shit, Gage!”
That’s all the warning I receive before she tosses her head back and cries out. A full-body tremor seizes her right before she clamps down hard on my cock. The fucking waves of pleasure crashing over her beautiful face leave me breathless with need.
I’m gone after that—no more gentle, coaxing strokes. I roll us over and pound into her, driving fast and hard. I fucking growl and shudder as I come, pumping hard before I spill my cum inside her. I fill her and don’t fucking care. She’s mine.
Completely spent, I close my mouth over hers, stroking her tongue and hoping she can feel how deeply I love her. Afterward, we lay together. Her head rests on my chest. I hold her as if the moment will soon end, and I hope it won’t. I want to keep her in this bed all night.
I’m not sure how long we sleep before I wake up. My phone begins buzzing from the nightstand, and I sigh, reaching for it. Storm’s name appears on the screen.
I swipe across and answer. “Pres.”
“We’ve got company.”
Fuck. I tighten my arm around Letty. “I’ll be right there.”
Storm hangs up without another word.
“Is everything okay?” Letty’s voice sounds groggy.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Will you stay here and wait for me?”
I won’t take her out of this room when I don’t know what’s going to happen or who Storm let into the clubhouse. Maybe I’m overreacting, but he didn’t sound right on the phone. My gut is telling me something is off.
I have no idea who’s arrived, but I know I’ll protect Letty with my life. Storm knows I’m with Letty, which means there’s a threat to her. He would never interrupt otherwise.
“Okay.”
She sounds worried.
“Hey.” I kiss her, soothing any concern. “Wait here. Lock the door. No one comes inside unless it’s my cousin, Bullseye, or me. Okay?”
Her eyes widen. “Okay.”
“I’ve got a gun in the top drawer. It’s loaded.” I show her the safety and how to point and shoot. I’ve got to hurry, or Storm will call back.
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
I tug her into my body, squeeze her, and then let go. “I’ll be back soon. Trust me.”
“I do.”
I’ll come back for her. I assure myself that everything will be fine as I quickly dress. She’s going to be safe in my room.
But there won’t be any mercy for anyone who tries to harm or take her from me.