7. Gauge
GAUGE
Kissing her was like kissing an angel. An angel from heaven, having mercy on a devil like myself.
I couldn’t stand it, feeling her tongue sliding along my lips.
I had to claim her. I had to feel her. And as I wrapped my arms around her, I picked her up and held her against me as I devoured her lips.
Fucking hell, she tasted like candy.
“Oh Gauge,” she moaned down the back of my throat.
“Bedroom,” I simply said.
She pointed over my shoulder, and I turned in that direction.
She sucked on my lower lip, causing my dick to twitch against my boxers as I found my way into her bedroom.
I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to lick and suck every crevice she had to offer just so I could memorize the taste of her features.
I splayed her out on the bed, parting her legs with my knee as I hovered over her.
As my lips peppered kisses along her jawline.
“Oh Gauge,” she said breathlessly.
I sucked at her pulse point and reveled in the way she bucked her hips.
Her scent filled the air, filling my veins with a hot need for release.
I reared up long enough to shrug off my leather jacket.
I tossed it to the floor and ripped my shirt over my head, watching her as she watched me.
Her eyes bulged as my naked torso came into view.
She raked her gaze over my body as I stood, toeing out of my boots.
I didn’t stop until I was fully naked for her, and the way she licked her lips stoked something within me.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” I muttered.
She smirked as she raised back up. She tossed her legs over the edge of the bed and I watched as she stood.
As she stripped herself down. As she swiveled her hips and jiggled those tits for my viewing pleasure.
Every inch of her came into view. Every beautiful dip and excessive valley her body had.
My dick twitched. My palms ached. My tongue begged to taste her as that delicious pussy of hers was finally freed.
And as we stood there, both of us completely naked, she came over and lifted her fingertips to my chest.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I watched as her hands danced over my tattoos. She trailed her soft fingers up to my face and traced the line of dots I had edging my cheekbones.
She drew in a curt breath, but I cut her off. “Don’t.”
Her eyes met mine. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t ask if you’re not ready for the answer.”
Yet still, she slid her thumb along those dots. “What do they represent?”
I didn’t hesitate. “The number of people I’ve killed.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move. She didn’t pull back, or shudder in disgust. She simply danced her fingers down my neck, tracing the thorned vines that wrapped around my neck and shoulders.
Her eyes traced the words forever etched into my chest. She walked around my body, studying me as her hand slid down my spine.
“You’re covered in them,” she whispered.
Her touch was so soft. So warm and inviting.
It had been a while since a woman touched me with such care, and I felt my dick leaking with need.
I turned to face her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me.
She gasped as I picked her up, hovering her on her tiptoes as I sat on the edge of her bed.
Bringing her down into my lap as she straddled my length.
“Mmm,” she groaned as she swiveled her hips.
The tip of my dick caught at her entrance. “You’re beautiful, Char.”
Her forehead fell against mine. “Let’s forget things for a while, yeah?”
And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
I gripped her hips and swirled her on my dick, coating myself in her juices.
She draped her arms around me as her face fell into the crook of my neck, and I lifted her off my lap long enough for my cock to stand at attention.
I slowly slid her down my length, staking her onto my lap as she shivered against me.
Her moans blanketed my neck, making my cock throb against her walls.
Which pulled the most amazing sounds from her kissable lips.
“Holy shit,” she whimpered as she shifted in my lap. “Gauge, you’re—it’s?—”
I chuckled. “Adjust. Take your time. I have self-control, unlike some of my counterparts.”
She giggled breathlessly. “Oh fuck.”
I picked her up and slowly eased her back down. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
“Gauge,” she moaned as her nails dug into my back.
I rolled my hips against hers and felt her swollen clit peek out for me. “So warm.”
She ground her hips against mine. “Jesus Christ. Oh.”
My hand worked its way up her back, gripping her hair as I pulled her face away from my neck.
I worked my other hand in between us, parting those wet folds of hers before my thumb found her clit.
It gravitated to me, as if it were waiting for my touch, and I watched her face as it contorted in pleasure.
With every stroke of the pad of my thumb, her body jumped.
With every swivel of her hips, my cock grew.
It thickened as her pussy massaged my length, chasing a high against my hand that rattled the beast within its cage.
I wanted to flip her over and fuck her until she begged me to stop.
I had to have patience, though.
“Oh God,” she groaned as she bucked harder against me. “Gauge, yes. Just like that.”
I swirled my thumb in tight, short circles. “That’s it. Come for me, my angel. Let me hear you.”
She collapsed against me. “It’s coming. It’s coming. Gauge. Oh fuck. Gauge. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Feeling her body tighten around me caused me to blanket her back with my arms. I pulled her close, filling her pussy with my girth as she milked me.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I thought about Baitfish and how scared he must’ve been.
I thought about my guys, out there patrolling while I was cooped up with her, enjoying a moment of selfishness.
I knew I had to get out there.
But I wasn’t ready to blow my load.
I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
“Jesus,” Char whispered as her body collapsed.
I slowly turned her around, settling her back against the bed. “Gauge is just fine.”
She swatted haphazardly at my chest. “Oh, you.”
I chuckled as I drew myself out from between her legs. “Ready for another one?”
That’s when her eyes shot open. “What?”
I plunged deep between her legs and her back arched.
She cried out as I pulled back and she staked herself on my cock once more.
The force alone shifted her up the bed, and I didn’t stop until I was within reach of a pillow.
With my cock deep inside of her, I frogged my legs out, slipping my knees beneath her thighs.
Her scent filled my nostrils, tugging at the chained animal inside of me as I reached for one of her pillows.
I lifted her head and placed it beneath her.
I splayed her beautiful hair out over the case before I reared back.
I grabbed her legs, tossed them over my shoulder, and felt her entire body open up to me.
I leaned forward and pinned her helpless body beneath mine.
“Now let’s see if you’ve got another one for me, angel.”
Before she could answer, I began my assault.
My cock screamed for release. It begged me to give up my control, but I wanted to hear her again.
As many times as she’d let me. I wanted her scent to erase the memories.
I wanted her cry to be enough to bring Baitfish back.
And as I fucked her, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head, I gritted my teeth and bit down onto my tongue as she unraveled against me.
Milking my cock as my balls pulled into my body.
“Not yet,” I growled as her legs slipped from my shoulders.
I slid my thumb in between her pussy lips one last time and pressed down against her clit.
Her eyes flew open as she lost control of her body, bucking ravenously against my cock.
I met her thrust for thrust as her bed banged against the wall.
I threaded our fingers together and pinned them above her head as I sank into her wet warmth, over and over again.
Time no longer existed. Pain no longer existed.
It was me and her, chasing highs we both deserved as she unraveled beneath me yet again.
“I can’t. I can’t. No more. Gauge. Oh fuck. It hurts so good. It—I can’t—Gauge—you just?—”
“I know you’ve got one more for me, angel. One more for your commander.”
“Gauge,” she whimpered.
I bent down and kissed her lips softly. “Be strong for me, angel.”
I rolled over onto my back and dragged her with me. I staked her back on my dick as she straddled my waist, her knees barely touching the mattress on either side of me. I grabbed her hips, my fingertips sinking into her excess, and I picked her up only to drop her back down onto my dick.
She placed her hands against my chest and ground deeply against me.
“Oh yeah,” she growled.
I bucked back against her. “That’s it. Take what you want.”
She grunted as she rode my cock. “Fucking hell, Gauge. You fill me so good.”
My toes curled. My heels dug into her mattress.
I raised my hips, watching her roll against me as her tits bounced for my viewing pleasure.
I moved her how I wanted her. I felt my balls pulling up inside of my body.
And as a quiver wafted through my system, I reached up and wrapped my hand around her fucking neck.
“Come with me,” I growled.
I flipped her back over and pounded relentlessly into her body.
Her eyes rolled back, and her face turned red.
I slammed into her one last time, feeling her juices spraying against me as her quivering walls collapsed around my dick.
I let it go, allowing my eyes to fall closed as I relinquished the control I had over myself.
And as my hand released Char’s neck, darkness swallowed me whole.
My body knew nothing except her tight warmth.
That was until a heavy knock sounded at the door.
BOOM!
“Oh boy,” Char murmured.
I froze with my tired dick still sheathed inside of her. “Who is it!?”
BOOM! “Gauge! Get out here!”
“Deac?” Char whispered.
I pulled out from between her legs and wasted no time clothing myself. “You stay there. I’ll be right back.”
But all she managed to muster was a thumb up.
Mission accomplished.
BOOM! “Gauge!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I murmured as I blazed a trail for the door.
I whipped it open and watched as his eyes cased me. His nostrils flared before he stuck his head through the threshold and sniffed the air around us.
And that’s when a grin spread across his face. “I wondered why I couldn’t get you on the fucking phone. We need to go.”
“You found Bait?”
He simply chuckled, though. “Even better, come on.”
I nodded. “Give me five seconds.”
I backtracked through Char’s place and found that she pulled a sheet up over her body.
I looked around for a blanket, only to find that we somehow kicked her comforter off her bed.
I chuckled as I reached down and scooped it up from the floor.
One good flap through the air, and it covered her from head to toe.
It killed me inside to leave her, but I had to.
Now that I sorted my brain and figured out the piece of the puzzle we were missing, it was time to go get our guy back.
I bent down, pushed Char’s damp hair away from her forehead, and kissed it softly.
“Sleep well, we’ll be back soon,” I whispered.
“Guess you did your job,” Deac said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes as I slipped outside and closed the door behind me. “Lead the way.”
It wasn’t the job, though, and something in the way Deac said it told me he already knew that. The smirk wasn’t the smirk of a man who thought his enforcer had just run a play. It was the smirk of a man who recognized something he felt himself and wasn’t quite ready to say out loud yet.
Deac pulled out his landlord key and locked the door for good measure. Good. At least I wasn’t the only one considering her safety in all of this. I had so much that I needed to fill Deac in on, but at a later date.
“Rico!” Deac barked.
The prospect came storming down the alleyway. “What’s up, boss?”
Deac trudged down the stairs. “Don’t leave this porch and don’t fucking let that woman inside out of your sight. Wherever she goes, you go.”
Rico nodded as he started up the steps toward me. “I can do that.”
I pinned him with a look. “And whatever you do, don’t you fucking dare touch her.”
Rico snickered as he took up his position in the corner of the small front porch. “I ain’t that stupid.”
“Good,” I said as I headed down the stairs toward Deac.
“Nielson and his guys found a tire trail fifteen minutes out into the northern desert,” he said.
“No blood? Just tire tracks?”
Deac’s smirk grew. “Yep.”
I stood in front of him. “And we’re sure it’s the van?”
“It’s the only lead that we’ve got, so we’re gonna see where the fuck it leads.”
“And how is that better than finding Bait?”
Deac paused. “Okay, I overestimated that statement. Let’s get going.”
But to be honest, I was just glad we found something.
Because finding something this quickly—and without a blood trail—meant there was a chance that Bait was still alive.