Chapter 38
Chapter thirty-eight
“You getting used to me yet?” I hear the gentle murmur of Gage’s voice, pulling me out of sleep. The moon is still high in the sky as I look through my bedroom curtains with one eye.
I slowly roll over and see Gage crouched beside the bathroom door, scratching Hallie under the chin. “We’ll have to get you used to Tiny next. Once I ask your mama to move in with me.” The soft way he speaks to my cat has me smiling into my pillow.
“What do you think? Will she go for it?”
“Maybe you should just ask her,” I say softly.
His head snaps up, green eyes flaring. “I’m sorry, Buttercup. Did I wake you?”
I yawn, stretching my arms over my head. “I don’t mind when you do. How did the rest of the night with Dylan go?”
Gage stays crouched by Hallie, letting her rub her nose against his palm. “It was great. Dylan’s cocktails were really popular. I’m thinking we should get some shirts made up with his logo, maybe have a regular promo night or something. I left Keeley to close up.”
“That’s amazing.” I beam. Gage refused to let anyone help him with the bar for so long, working himself to the bone in an attempt to keep everything together.
His accident finally forced him to rely more on others, which meant Keeley got promoted to a full-time manager, sharing the closing shifts with Gage.
“That’s all fucking you, baby,” he says with shining eyes.
“What are you talking about?” I chuckle. I must not be completely awake yet, because this guy’s making no sense.
“Every moment since I met you has been full of hope and possibilities. It’s given me a life that’s worth living.” He stands and stalks towards me with purpose. “Your creativity, your beautiful mind, your kind heart and beaming soul, it all leaves me in awe.”
I can feel my cheeks flush at his adoration. “Grim.” The word comes out breathless. “You had all of that inside you. I didn’t do anything special.”
He shakes his head. “No, you don’t understand. The way you love me with your whole. Fucking. Heart. Do you know what you mean to me?”
I’m silent. Too stunned by his words to speak, but I shake my head. I know he loves me. I can see it easily in his eyes whenever he looks at me. The way he’s soft for me, different to how he is with anyone else in his family. He gives me the kind of love and passion I always wanted from a partner.
He drops to his hands and knees, making me jump from the sudden movement.
“I bow to you, Isabelle.”
My chest heaves from the weight of his words. My heartbeat sends shockwaves through my limbs as he starts to crawl towards the bed.
“I worship at your altar.” He gets to the side of the bed, still on his hands and knees, as he climbs onto the mattress.
“Your love is my Earth, what grounds me and keeps me present.” I move onto my back, hearing the swallow I attempt to drag down my dry throat, watching as Gage moves up my body.
“Your body is my heaven. The screams and sighs of your pleasure like rapture, wiping my mind and soul clean of its shadows, so all that’s left is pure, inexplicable bliss. ”
He sits back, kneeling on either side of my legs and pulls the blanket back. I’m wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of comfy briefs, nothing remotely sexy, but Gage’s eyes are full of hunger.
He slowly pushes the shirt up, revealing my stomach and breasts. My nipples are already hard from the attention he’s given me, the dedicated touch and conviction of his words.
His hands travel down my body with a caress I can barely feel physically, but the intention makes my skin burn.
“Knowing your belly carries my child.” He drops his head back and groans. “Fuck. It just makes me want to fill you with my cum, over and over again.”
When his eyes are on me again, the green is dark, almost gone as they’re taken over by his pupils, blown wide with lust. He leans forward, his hands landing on my pillow as he runs his nose up the column of my throat.
I feel the blanket shift, followed by his warm skin brushing against my thighs as he straddles my lap, hovering his weight above me.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, leaving a kiss behind my ear.
My hands come to his waist, running up his sides over his shoulders. “For what?”
“For loving me.” A kiss lands on my jaw. “For letting me love you back.” Another kiss on the corner of my mouth. “For not giving up on me.”
His forehead drops against mine. I suck in a breath, and it’s filled with his comforting vanilla and rum scent. My hands reach up, cupping his jaw as I usher him back so I can look into his eyes.
“I’ll never give up on you. Your hard days will be my strong ones. Your happy days will be the ones I savour and keep. And no matter which way it goes, there will never be a day that you won’t feel my hand in yours because I’m not letting go. Ever. I love you.”
His mouth crashes against mine, his kiss earnest as it devours everything I give back. My underwear is pulled from my hips, and I kick my legs, helping to get rid of them as my hands move to the waistband of Gage’s briefs, wanting him naked with me.
He brings two fingers to his mouth, wetting them, then rubs down my pussy and sinks them inside. He thrusts, deep and steady, his thumb finding my clit, to get me ready for him.
My hands dig into his biceps, nails clawing down his skin in desperation to be filled.
“That’s it, Iz. Mark me up.”
I shake my head with a sigh. “I need-.”
“Yeesss.”
“I-I need-.”
“Come on, baby. Use your words.” His fingers fuck me quicker.
“Ahhh, I need your cock,” I beg.
Gage’s eyes roll back as he groans. “Good fucking girl, asking so nicely.”
He grips under my knees, pulling me open, and he sinks into me. A shudder rolls up my spine as I cry out, accepting all the barbells on Gage’s hard cock.
Once he’s all the way in, he holds himself there, moaning in my ear. The sound makes my stomach tighten and my pussy flutter already. I love how vocal Gage is in bed. The deep tenor of his voice makes my skin prickle with every groan and sigh.
I wrap my arms around his back as his hips start to piston hard and deep. Rolling back slowly and then thrusting in fast. He wraps my legs behind his back, then rests his forearms on the pillow beside my head. His hands brush back my hair, and he stares down into my eyes.
“I love you so much,” he says, but the way he says it is filled with awe, as if he can’t even believe the depth of his feelings. And I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have his love.
I wrap a hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him with everything I have as our bodies move as one.
Not rushed and frantic, but a beautiful rhythm that summons every cell in my body to take notice.
Every beat of my heart meets the steady thrum of his as our chests press together.
Sweat starts to soak my skin as pleasure grows, my pussy stretched around Gage’s thick cock, taking every inch he gives me with enthusiasm. The barbells graze against my inner walls as I grow more sensitive, and I can’t help but moan my agreement.
Gage’s eyes flare as they continue to stare down at me, his breath catching as it registers my body close to orgasm.
I bring my knees higher, folding them against my body. Gage moves one arm under my knee, splaying me open, then does the same to the other side. He snaps his hips faster, slipping even deeper, and I throw my head back with a gasp.
“You take me so fucking good, Buttercup.”
Gage fucks me harder but doesn’t quicken his pace. He makes sure I feel every inch he gives me, and my stomach clenches, pussy tightening around him as I get right to the edge.
“I’m gonna come so deep inside you, and you’re going to keep it. Don’t waste a drop. And when you wake up in the morning, I wanna see it dripping down your thighs. Cos this pussy is mine.”
I nod, licking my lips as I grind my hips up against his.
“You love that, don’t you, baby?”
My breath saws in and out as Gage pounds into me.
“Love hearing me claim what’s mine.”
Garbled nonsense is all I can say as I feel myself contract around him. Gage throws his head back and roars, letting his hips snap out of control, commanding my release to follow.
I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I scream his name, not caring if the neighbours hear. It’s impossible to contain my reaction when it comes to Gage. To the way he loves me. Fucks me. Worships me.
Gage shifts his hands, allowing my legs to drop down as his head lands on the pillow beside mine while he catches his breath.
My pulse feels as though it’s beating outside of my ears as I come down with him. After a few minutes, I take a deep breath, then turn my head. Gage is already looking in my direction, and I know, this is what it feels like to be someone’s whole world.
“Move in with me,” he whispers.
Warmth spreads in my belly. Like fireflies dancing around, dotting the night sky with their glow, it feels as though magic is sparking from inside of me.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
He leans over, kissing me gently before pulling out of me and leaning on his side. Propped up on one arm, he reaches down, lifting my leg over his thigh.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he looks down between my legs.
A hand reaches between me, and I feel where his cum is slowly leaking out. His fingers dip through the wetness, then he looks at me as he pushes it back inside.
“That’s better,” he murmurs.
My body shudders from how hot that was, especially when Gage bites his lip and continues to pump his fingers in and out, spreading around the mess we made.
He pulls out after a few minutes, then leaves two taps against my pussy and finishes off by shoving his fingers in his mouth, groaning around our joint release.
I chuckle. “What’s gotten into you tonight? Not that I’m complaining.”
“Just feeling particularly happy.”
I turn onto my side, mimicking his position. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah. Trying to slow down and appreciate the good stuff, big and small.”
“Am I one of the big things, or small things?” I grin.
He tucks my hair behind my ear with a smile. “You’re everything.”