Chapter 12 Gage
Letty is sleeping.
I left her alone during the day, increasing the anticipation of when I’ll return. She doesn’t know it’s right now. In her room in the middle of the night. Just twenty-four hours since she last saw me. I sit at her desk.
Watching.
Waiting.
I have to be sure she’s in a deep sleep.
It’s her fantasy. One of the taboo ones she mentioned when showing me all her smut books she likes to read.
I never thought much about it when we were younger, but now I get to act out all those filthy scenes in her head, and I’m already hard, dick pressing against my jeans.
When I glance at her bookshelf and dresser, there are dozens of books with sex in them. It’s cute. Women seem to get off on it.
I don’t mind. Not when it makes my girl hot and bothered and eager for me to fuck her. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.
When I hear her steady, even breathing, I rise from the chair. With one hand, I slowly pull away her blanket and expose every soft inch of her skin. She rolls onto her back, and I pause, waiting to see if she’s waking up.
She doesn’t.
This is perfect.
I kneel beside the bed and reach for her underwear. She’s wearing only a tank top and these white cotton panties. It’s sweet how pure she looks in the moonlight. Ripe and ready for me to dirty her up with my cum.
She doesn’t move as I drag them down over her hips and slide them off her feet. I tuck them into my jeans.
Letty makes a soft noise and rolls over onto her stomach, hiking one leg up the mattress. Fuck me. Her pussy is all but begging me to thrust inside.
I haven’t fucked her from behind yet, and suddenly that’s all I can think about. Careful with my buckle, I undo my belt and drop my jeans on the floor. My boots rest by her balcony doors. I took them off when I entered her bedroom.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb on, settling so I can lean on one hand and touch her with the other. My fingers gently probe between her legs, brushing across the seam of her pussy before sliding in. She’s already wet.
I gather some of the moisture and slick it over the tip of my dick. I’m so fucking hard it almost hurts. I nearly tremble with need. Four fucking years since my cock saw action. I’ve waited too long to feel her tight channel gripping me.
Bracing myself, I lower my body until I line up the tip of my cock with her sweet hole. At first, I barely enter her. As much as I feel lust consuming me, I can’t help wanting to drag this out a little. To see how long I can fuck Letty before she fully awakens.
But she sucks my dick inside her pussy, and I’m helpless to hold back. It’s not long before I’m nearly buried to the base, gliding in and out as I hear her moan.
When Letty starts to shift her position, I press on her back to hold her in place.
Scooting back a few inches, I tug her with me, staying lodged inside her as I pull back on her hips.
She’s on all fours as I begin thrusting hard, moving her with my hands.
Every time I rock my hips forward, I yank her back against me.
Her ass slams into my groin. I love this angle. I’m so fucking deep, hitting that spot that I know turns her on because she’s getting slicker the more I pound into her.
“Gage.”
“Touch yourself. Show me how good it feels.”
Her fingers begin to strum over her clit as her hips sway. She meets every one of my thrusts. I can feel her tighten around my dick. I know she’s going to come soon.
Her head tilts back as she cries out. I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist. As I tug on it, she comes. Her pussy spasms and then clenches around me. It feels so fucking good that I can’t hold out any longer. I shudder and spill inside her with deep thrusts until I’m spent.
I pull out and collapse beside her, drawing her into my chest. For a few minutes, we both breathe, staying silent.
Letty lifts her head and smiles.
God. Her fucking mouth. So sweet, warm, and inviting.
Sometimes I can’t think straight, torn between shoving my cock between those pillow-soft lips or driving deep into her pussy and claiming her cries.
“The way you stare at me is so intense,” Letty murmurs, gliding her fingers over my jaw. “Tell me why it took so long to find me.”
Her question surprises me. “I thought you’d know I was arrested after all the shit that happened when Mifflin attacked the clubhouse.”
“Yes, but you’ve been out for six months.”
Fuck. That marshal was feeding her intel. “That Brekker fucker told you, huh?”
She smacks my chest. It’s not hard. “Gage.”
“He did.” I frown. “What’s his deal? He’s got to be a decade older than you.”
She giggles. “Are you jealous?”
Fuck no. Maybe. “I think I made shit clear when I rode to the restaurant and kissed you. He knows he can never make you feel like I do.”
“So cocky,” she replies before kissing me. “I missed you, Gage.”
“Yeah?”
“Too much.” She averts her gaze as her voice cracks. “I thought, well, never mind.”
“No.” I grasp her chin. “Tell me.”
“I thought you didn’t want me.” Pain fills her blue eyes, and they remind me of the sky during a summer storm.
“Why the fuck would you think that?”
“Because I left you.” She throws her arms around my neck, and I feel the warm drops of her tears as her head lowers, and they fall on my chest. “I saw you bleeding on the ground, Gage. I was so worried that you were going to die and they wouldn’t let me out of the car.”
“Babe, I know. Hey.” I brush back her hair and lift her chin. “Listen to me, Letty. I don’t blame you for shit. Out of everyone involved, you’re the least to blame.”
“Then you still love me?”
“How could you doubt it?” I slide my thumbs under her eyes and dash away the tears. “Fuck, Letty. I think I love you more now than I ever have,” I admit. “Shhh. It might be your magical pussy.”
“Gage.” She sniffles.
“I’m serious, beautiful. I want to fuck you all the time.”
She sits up, tracing the ink on my chest. “I don’t want to stay here anymore. Not one more day, Gage.” Her gaze lifts to look into my eyes. “Can we just leave on your Harley and ride back to Summit Hill?”
“Fuck yeah, we can.”
Her cheeks are flushed, but Letty smiles, and I swear my heart opens even deeper for her. “You know, before we leave, we should walk on the beach. Have you ever done that?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Then I can have something of yours that’s a first.”
The reminder that I’m the one she gave her virginity to is enough to make my cock hard again. “We should fuck on the beach too.”
“You’re obsessed with sex.”
“No, just with you,” I smirk, “and your magical pussy.”
“I do not have a magical pussy, Gage.”
“Uh, babe. You do.”
She laughs as she rests her head on my chest. “I’m sleepy.”
“Then rest. I won’t leave.”
“Promise?” Letty yawns.
“Yeah, baby. I promise.”
SOMEONE IS KNOCKING on Letty’s door. They won’t stop either. I’m fucking annoyed as I blink, waking up as I feel my girl stir. We only slept for a few hours. It’s still too fucking early for anyone to bang on her door like this.
“Letty!”
Great. It’s fucking Cynthia.
Letty groans. “Go away.”
“I don’t think it’s loud enough for her to hear,” I point out right before the door opens so hard it cracks against the wall.
Cynthis storms into the room. Her face turns beet red as she stares at the two of us in bed, clearly naked, as Letty stays in my arms, head on my chest. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
“Oh, Mom, breathe before you pass out.”
Cynthis wags her finger at me. “How the hell did you find us? I made sure we couldn’t be found! This is unacceptable. Get out of her bed right now!”
I’m tempted to tell her that she’s not worthy to see my dick, but Letty throws back the covers. “We’re not dressed because we’ve been fucking, Mom. All night. I’m probably pregnant with his baby. You might want to burn a candle and drive to church. I’m a heathen.”
Cynthia’s jaw drops before she covers her eyes and spins around, rushing from the room. The door slams shut behind her.
I can’t help it. I laugh as I pull Letty into my arms. “Babe. That was fucking fantastic. About time you stuck up for yourself. I know she’s your mom, but she’s controlling and manipulative.”
“I know.” She sighs. “Is it horrible that I don’t feel bad?”
I snort. “No.” A few seconds pass as I pause. “Little heathen.”
Letty turns to face me. Her arms circle my neck. “I could be right. We’ve just had a lot of sex.”
I blink. Huh?
“A baby, Gage. We’ve had unprotected sex.”
“Aren’t you on the pill?”
“It’s not foolproof. But, no, I’m not.”
Well, shit.
“Okay, so we might have a kid.” I shrug. “I’m not gonna be upset when it happens.”
“Really?”
“I think we need more time together before you pop out kids, but yeah, I want them with you, baby.”
“You’re ridiculous. They don’t just pop out.”
“But you’ve got that magi—”
“Don’t you dare say that about my pussy again, Gage,” she warns as her palm slaps over my mouth.
I lick it, and she shrieks.
That’s when I tackle her to the mattress, pushing her thighs apart. I lower my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Laving it, I feel the skin pucker on my tongue.
Letty arches her back. “Gage.”
“Need you, Leticia Jacobs. Today and forever.”
“Forever,” she breathes as I line up my cock and thrust inside her.
Fuck, she’s still slick from the last time I came and filled her.
We rock into one another as I clasp one of her hands and hold our palms together. This time it’s slow and sweet. When I feel her tighten around me and come, I hold out a little longer, using deep strokes to drag out her orgasm.
When we finish, I pull out and carry her into the bathroom. The hot water refreshes us, and my stomach rumbles with hunger once we’re dressed.
Letty snickers. “Burn a lot of calories?”
“A ton,” I laugh. “Let’s get some food. I’m fucking starving.”
“So you can’t survive on my magical pussy alone?”
Ha. “No, babe.”
The kitchen is empty when we go downstairs. Cynthia doesn’t appear to be home. Maybe she drove to the church to ask for absolution since she saw my cock and her naked daughter. The woman needed to chill the fuck out.
You’d think she’d relax after all she’d been through. The roughest years were behind her.
“What are you thinking about?” Letty asks as she opens her fridge, pulling out ingredients for sandwiches and a big bowl of homemade potato salad.
“That I hope Cynthia can find peace with our relationship because if she doesn’t, she’s going to lose her daughter.”
Letty gives me a sad smile. “I think that ship sailed a long time ago.”
I reach for her hand and bring it to my lips. “Don’t give up on her yet.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll want her in your life once you start having kids.”
Letty sighs. “Maybe.” Her hand cradles my jaw. “You might be an outlaw, but you’re also a good man. Thank you.”
I’ve probably got her fooled, but I don’t contradict her.
I kinda like that she sees me for who I am and loves every part.