Two Years Later #3
He continued his ministrations until she was writhing beneath him, begging for release. Gage sucked on her clit, slipping a finger into her and stroking the soft spot that he knew would send her over the edge.
And boy did it. Sloane screamed out, her body shaking as her orgasm crested. He continued to lick and gently nip at her oversensitive flesh, until her hands came up to bat him away.
“Best breakfast ever,” he chuckled as he sat back.
She nodded, her eyes still closed, and her face flushed. He watched her eyes slowly open, and she just smiled as her breathing returned to normal.
“Can I help you back into your dress?” he asked.
Sloane shook her head.
“You’ve been naughty. Making me need that this morning.” Her bottom lip raked through her teeth.
“But I helped you get out of your dress. Not a wrinkle to be seen from its place on that chair.”
“Yes, and now you are going to be a good boy for me, and give me what I want.” She sat up, reaching out so her fingers moved over his chest.
“What’s that, Red?” he asked.
“Your cock. I want to taste you, Gage. I want you to whimper and writhe like you had me doing just a moment ago. I want the power, and I want you to have the pleasure.”
Gage laughed as Sloane stood up, her hand coming out to help him up. “I’m not going to argue with that. But we are running late…”
Christ. Sloane threw her hair over her shoulder so it cascaded down her milky white skin like a waterfall of fire on the purest glacier. “Like you said, no one is going to pay attention to what time we arrive.”
Her fingers teased the edge of his shirt, and she yanked it up over his head. In the next breath, his fiancée was on her knees, pulling his zipper down and pushing the band of his pants below his hips.
Gage’s dick sprang free, already so fucking hard and ready for her attention.
But he knew Sloane. She enjoyed making him wait.
So instead of wrapping her hand, or… fuck…
her mouth, over his cock, she made her way across his body in kisses.
Sloane kissed his abs that gently flexed under her flirtatious touch.
Her lips pressed against the valley of his hip and his dick jumped, practically begging now for her touch.
Finally, she swirled her tongue along the thick, pulsing vein on the side before pressing a kiss to the tip.
His balls were already so goddamn heavy and aching for release.
“Red.”
“Shh, Clark.” She pushed against him, so that Gage fell back onto the couch. Her hands roamed his chest as her lips parted and she licked his cock like she was enjoying her favorite lollipop.
Fuck!
Gage was so focused on the incredible sensations that he barely noticed the fucking desperate whimper that left his throat. Not until he felt the vibrations from Sloane’s laughter, but he didn’t care. He was pathetic for this woman. She was perfect.
“Jesus… Sloane. I’m not… I’m not going to last long.”
She swallowed him down further, her hand coming up to cup his balls as she hallowed her cheeks.
And that was his undoing.
The familiar tingle that was just starting to grow at the base of his spine exploded throughout his body.
He groaned as his release hit him, the corners of his vision going dark for a moment before he blinked away the last floating stars of his orgasm.
Sloane popped off and smiled as she sat back, wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Come on.” She tapped his thigh as she pushed up off her knees. “We really need to get going.”
“Oh no, Red. I think we’re much too dirty to go to the party like this. We need a shower.”
She rolled her eyes, her heart-shaped ass on full display as she turned to grab her dress off the chair. “Fine. But if you don’t catch me before I get there, you can only look. No touching.” Sloane winked as she jogged away from him.
Gage jumped up off the couch, kicking off his pants before taking off after her.
Forty-five minutes later, they were finally out the door and on their way. Oh, and Gage had certainly done more than just look at Sloane in the shower. Which was probably why she kept smiling over at him and shaking her head.
“It’s too quiet at home,” Sloane sighed as Gage turned down the road to Cap and Emma’s place.
“I know.”
“I’m glad we are getting to travel now, but I don’t want to keep coming home to quiet like that.”
Gage nodded. They’d gotten back from a trip out west to visit Sloane’s family with a quick stop in Montana just the week before.
Nash had been back and forth for the last few years leading The Trident II expansion in Montana, and everyone from the team tried to travel up there as much as possible.
Nash’s extended family had become an extension of their own.
Gage and Nash had even spent time working on his family’s ranch, helping to turn one of the old barns into a wedding venue.
It turned out to be a beautiful project. So beautiful, in fact, that Sloane agreed it would be the perfect place to finally get married. Texas was home, but Montana was going to hold such a special place in the beautiful story that was being written about their lives.
Traveling was easier now than it had been, although his heart ached at why that was true.
They’d had to say goodbye to Betty just a few months after Beckett was born.
It was horribly emotional, and Sloane had retreated back into herself a bit when it happened.
But their friends were there, and in those weeks after she passed, they had more nephew and niece sleepovers and cuddles than they knew what to do with.
Darius was there, with cuddles too, until late last year, when it was his turn to cross the rainbow bridge. Gage had no doubts that Darius, and Betty, and even Cookie, too, were being well taken care of by Mel and Mikey.
“As soon as we get back from our honeymoon, I think we should stop into the shelter.” He squeezed the hand that was resting firmly on her thigh.
Sloane’s eyes lit up. “Perfect.” Her smile slipped as they arrived.
“I told you we were going to be late!” She sighed and her hand whacked playfully against his chest. “There’s no more space in the driveway. You have to park on the road.”
“It’ll be okay,” Gage chuckled. “No one is keeping score of who parked in the lawn and who parked on the side of the road.”
“Still,” she tsked. “Honestly, I’m supposed to be the reliable friend. You’ve got me all sorts of wonky!”
“That’s just the orgasms talking.”
“Gage!”
He laughed all the way up to the house, his hand pressed into the small of Sloane’s back until they met Seb and Emma on the porch.
“Hey, there’s the mom and dad of honor!” Gage wrapped Emma in a big hug as Sloane set the present they’d ordered weeks ago on one of the tables by the door.
“Thank you so much for coming today.” Sebastian smiled as Sloane wrapped her arms around him.
“Are you kidding me?” she said. “We wouldn’t miss this for anything. And I am so sorry we are a little bit late.”
“That was my fault,” he winked at Sloane and Emma burst out laughing.
“Don’t worry about it, lovebirds. It’s a very casual event.”
Gage ran his hand over the wooden banister that was covered in pink and blue flowers and ribbons and balloons. “Sure Em. It’s looking real casual too,” he teased.
“Should we go inside?” Sloane asked. Emma and Sebastian exchanged some sort of worried glance with each other and Gage’s stomach clenched.
“Actually, before we go inside, we have something we want to ask you. And you don’t have to answer us right away. You can take time to think about it,” Emma said, her eyes shimmering with tears. Gage looked between her and Sebastian, who also looked like he was about to fall to pieces.
“What’s going on? Everything’s okay with the baby, isn’t it?” Sloane asked.
“Oh, god! Yes! Daisy’s been having a textbook pregnancy. She truly has been the best surrogate.”
Gage was still in awe of Emma. The strength she had to move on from everything that had happened to her.
Even though she’d never be able to carry a pregnancy herself, she finally had found the strength to ask for help.
Daisy Porter agreeing to carry Seb and Emma’s baby for them was an incredible gift.
That was more than friendship. That was sisterhood.
Family. And it was a beautiful thing to get to be a witness to.
“Okay, well stop scaring us and just ask.” Gage grasped Sloane’s hand, pulling her closer to his side. He felt her fingers give a reassuring squeeze.
“Tracker.” Cap ran his hand over his chin. “Emma and I were planning to keep the sex of the baby a surprise until delivery…”
“But, there was a little snafu with the envelope where the information was written down and an invitation RSVP that looked very similar.” Emma smiled.
“And… Well… We found out.” Sebastian’s arm went around waist. “We’re still keeping it a secret for now, but were hoping the two of you would keep the secret with us.”
Sloane gasped, her hand going over her heart. “Of course we would love to!!”
“Okay, but there’s one more question we need to ask.” Emma winked at Gage and Sebastian cleared his throat.
“With your blessing, Emma and I would love to keep the team tradition alive and give our son the middle name ‘Michael’.”
His heart clenched in his chest. It had been overwhelmingly emotional when Hawk asked after his son was born. The same when Lily and Gunner found out their baby would be a boy after having the girls. And now Seb and Emma, too.
“Your son?” Sloane asked, her hand tightening in his.
Emma nodded.
“God, congratulations, you two! You really want to do that?” he asked, the familiar sting of tears burning his eyes.
“We love you,” Emma said. “And we want to honor Mikey. But we also understand if it’s too much. We’d never want to take—”
“Stop. I love you both so much, and I’m… It means so much to me. I’d be honored if our sons shared the same name, Cap. Truly. Honored.”