Chapter 13 Gage
Gage
GAGE
Les is quiet in the car on our way back to the house.
She’s riding in the back, staring out of her window.
Dex glances at me from the driver’s seat with a raised brow before looking back at the road.
I know I need to ask her what happened, letting her know we’re okay with this. This was my idea, after all.
After our talk with all the guys, I came up with the idea she needed to date Zane again instead of running headlong into a relationship. Ryder agreed, which shocked the shit out of me, but I know he’s doing this for her.
I finally suck up my courage and turn in my seat to face her.
“What happened back there, Pretty girl?” She slowly looks at me, and I can see the guilt all over her face.
“None of that,” I tell her. “Tell us.” I don’t want her to feel bad for any of this since I pushed her to try it.
I’m also the one that suggested Dex, and I take her because we’re the ones who have already accepted what is inevitably going to happen.
“He made dinner for us,” she answers finally.
“Cool. What did he make?” I ask, actually interested.
“Ragu Alla Bolognese.”
That motherfucker. I don’t need to know Italian to know he made her favorite dish. Well played, Zaney.
“He did, did he?” Dex asks; he looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Yes. He did,” she answers. “It was perfect.”
“Then what?” I have already figured out this part, but I want her to say it. When Zane jerked his door open, you couldn’t miss his obvious erection or the color high on Les’ cheekbones.
She stares back out the window so long I don’t think she’ll answer. When she turns back to me, I see the determination in her gaze. “Then we made out on the couch.”
I clutch my chest dramatically, gasping. “How dare you?”
“Shut up,” she giggles.
“I mean, you didn’t even soften the blow,” I say. “I can’t take it.” I can’t even say it with a straight face, so I lay my head on Dex’s arm.
“You’re a dumbass,” Dex laughs, pushing my head off with his elbow. He looks in the mirror at Les. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” She nods, then shakes her head. “No.” She blows a breath out. “I don’t know.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I still feel like I’m doing something wrong and cheating on you guys.”
“We never want you to feel like that with Zane. We want you to have this because you need this.”
She throws her hands up. “What about you guys? This isn’t what you want. What about what you need?”
“Baby girl,” Dex says, pulling into the garage at the house.
He throws it into park, turning in the seat to face her.
“We have what we need, and that’s you. Any of us will do whatever we need to make sure you get everything you deserve from this life,” Dex declares, making tears spring into her eyes again.
He reaches back and grabs her hand. “Don’t ever feel bad for going after what you want.
Everything will work out,” he sighs. “Even if it’s with that small dick fucker,”
That makes her giggle again, even if it’s a little watery. “It’s not that small,” I say. I saw what was pushing against his jeans.
She makes a choked sound and shakes her head. “It’s not.”
“Fuck,” Dex grouches. “I’m done with both of you.”
Les and I grin when he gets out of the car, and I know the disaster is averted. Les just needs to get past her own mind; none of us are standing in her way anymore.
As soon as we walk into the house, Les starts yawning. “Where to, Pretty girl?”
“I think I need to see Ryder.” I know she’s most worried about him. It makes sense she’ll want to make sure he’s okay first.
We find him and Holden asleep in Ryder’s bed, so Les slips off her jeans and crawls between them, tucking her head on Ryder’s arm.
He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer, while Holden molds himself to her back.
And because I can’t help myself, I strip down to my boxers and slide onto the bed behind Ryder, spooning against him with my hand resting on Les’ hip.
“What the fuck, Gage?” Ryder says sleepily.
“Shhhh. Just let it happen,” I tell him, seeing Les’ shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“If I feel your dick poke me in the ass, I’m shoving you off the bed,” Ryder threatens then looks down at Les. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re the little spoon!” she howls, causing Holden to lose his battle and laugh too. I can’t get over the sweet sound of her laughter filling the room.
“Shut up,” Ryder fake growls, making her laugh harder.
He looks over his shoulder at me, and I see the relief in his eyes.
I know it was killing him that she was with Zane, but he was tucking that away for her.
He turns to her and snuggles closer, burying his face against her neck.
“You smell like him.” Her entire body goes rigid; he smooths a hand down her side.
“It was just an observation. Did he treat you right?”
“He did,” she mumbles against his chest.
“He made her that bologna sauce,” I tell them, and Les loses it again.
“He made what?” Holden asks, sitting up on his elbow behind her, looking like he’s trying not to laugh.
“You know that shit she likes? The bologna sauce.”
“It’s Bolognese, dumbass,” Ryder chuckles.
“Whatever. He made that for her.”
“Was it good?” Ryder asks her, and she nods her head. “That motherfucker.”
I laugh because that was my thought. “He’s laying it on thick.”
“Oh my god,” Les groans. “Shut up.”
Ryder tips her chin up. “We’re just joking, Il mio sole. You deserve to be spoiled.”
Holden settles back in behind her. “She deserves someone that can fucking cook in this house.”
“Are you okay with this?” Les asks Ryder softly. I freeze, not moving a muscle, afraid of what he might say.
Ryder sighs. “I will be. You know how I feel about him.”
“I know,” Les says, sitting up in the bed. “You don’t have to do this. I can work through this without him. I never want to hurt you,” she finishes, and I can see the tears gathering in her eyes.
“You aren’t hurting me,” Ryder replies, running a hand over her cheek. “I came to terms with it. Sort of. I just need to know he treats you right when you’re with him.”
Tears flash down her cheeks. “He did.” Something else happened besides just a make-out session on the couch, something that brought them even closer. “He doesn’t know, though,” she whispers.
“Know what, Pretty girl?”
“That I’m the Black Demon.” She wipes her tears away. “No matter how long it’s been, I’m still that person.”
“You said Leo couldn’t handle it either, Les. And look at him,” Ryder soothes, pulling her to lay back down. “I’m going to tell you the same thing about Zane that I told you about Leo. He doesn’t deserve you if he can’t handle it.”
“He’s a cop, though,” she says miserably.
“He was a cop,” I remind her. Something tells me Zane is done with that part of his life. No way that department will be okay with him openly dating the girl they’re investigating. They also won’t accept the type of relationship we’re all in. He isn’t going to risk losing her over that again.
“I think he’ll be fine with it,” Holden adds, molding himself against her again.
I don’t know if he will be; I just know she needs to tell him sooner rather than later.
“Ryder,” Les moans, bringing me out of sleep. I crack one eye open and realize I’m still in Ryder’s room, still spooned behind him. It’s still dark outside, so I close my eyes again, thinking I’m dreaming when I notice Ryder’s hips subtly moving. She moans again, and I know I’m not dreaming.
“I love you, Il mio sole,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” she sighs. I go to slide out of bed to give them privacy when her hand flashes out, grabbing my arm. “Stay.”
Ryder rolls onto his back, bringing her on top of him, giving up any pretense they aren’t fucking. She places her hands on his chest, rotating her hips. I notice Holden is gone and don’t even have to ask where he is. He always ends up in his office in the middle of the night.
“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his grip on her hips tightening. I know exactly how he feels at this moment, finally finding that connection with Les again.
She reaches over to grab my hand, tugging it until it’s against her breast through her shirt. “What do you need, Pretty girl?” I ask, massaging her breast.
“I need you. Both of you,” she breathes.
“Are you sure?” Ryder asks, stopping her from moving. Ryder and I wait for her to utter that single word with a bated breath.
“Yes.”
Ryder and I exchange a glance. “You want us to stop? We stop,” Ryder reminds her.
“I know,” she answers. “I trust you.” Her hips start rotating again. “Please.”
Ryder points at the bedside table; I roll over, digging for the lube.
Ryder tucks her between us on her side, where we know she’s the most comfortable.
Uncapping the lube, I squirt it onto my fingers, sliding them between her ass cheeks.
First contact against her back hole, she shudders.
“Fuck,” Ryder grunts. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. ”
I kiss between her shoulder blades, sliding my middle finger inside her.
“Gage,” she sighs, moving back against me.
Adding a second, I work them in and out until she’s panting and begging.
Shucking my boxers, I lube my cock up and position myself behind her.
Ryder brings her leg further up on his hip, opening her for me.
Holding the base of my cock, I slide just the head inside, giving her time to change her mind.
“Please, Gage,” she moans, shoving back on me.
Still guiding myself inside her, I slide past the resistance, my dick bumping over the piercings on Ryder’s cock. “Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, continuing to push forward.
Her entire body goes rigid; her back bows. “Fuck!” she screams, squeezing us so tight that we both almost lose it from the force of her release. How long was he fucking her before I woke up? She was primed and ready to explode as soon as I got my dick inside her.