“No,” she gasps, as she digs her heels into my ass. “You’re not, Gage. You’re really not.”
I’ve no idea what she’s talking about, and right now I don’t care.
“Sure, I’m a fucking angel.” That reminds me of something she said the night we met. “We’re both fucking angels. Ha.” Christ, my brain’s imploding with all this shit I’m saying, but I don’t care.
She gives a breathless laugh as though she remembers that time, too. “It doesn’t matter, does it, what happened before? Nothing matters but now.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s right.” I suck her nipple, playing her with my tongue, and I want to go slow, savor every second, but her writhing body is driving me over the edge.
“Gage,” she gasps, all throaty and sexy, as she rakes her nails over my jaw. Her pussy convulses, squeezing me tight, and I can’t hold on any longer.
“Amelia.”Her name fills my head, burns my throat, and I give her everything I have.
I collapse on top of her, heart pounding, breath rasping, and it’s too damn good to move. Finally, she stirs, and I prop myself up on one fist and grin down at her. “Morning, angel.”
“You’re a lot more fun to wake up to than my alarm.”
“You need to work on your compliments.” I pull out and dispose of the rubber before hiking up my jeans. She’s lying on the bed, a sated smile on her face, and I brush a kiss across her unicorn before I rake my fingers through my hair.
“Are you coming back to bed?” She flops one arm over my pillow, an irresistible invitation.
But there’s something I need to get today, and while I have plenty of contacts who could come up with the goods, I want to do this in a way I never have before.
Legit.
“Sorry. Stay over tonight after your shift.”
“Hmm. I guess I could.”
“Stay for Christmas.”
“Christmas?” She sounds as though she has no idea what I’m talking about, and it hits me just how much I want to spend that day with her.
“My brother’s old lady’s putting on a spread. She wants us there.” Well, shit. Looks like I’ve committed us to spending a couple of hours with Zach and Grace. Somehow, if Amelia’s there, it doesn’t seem too bad.
“Oh.” She pulls the sheet up, not looking at me. Is she blushing? “Well, I’d love to. Yes, sure.” She looks up at me. “That’d be great.”
“Okay.” I stare at her for a couple of seconds, not sure what else to say. I feel like we’ve just gone to the next level or something, and I have no idea how to handle it. Maybe I’ll have to swallow my pride and ask my big bro for advice when it comes to getting serious with a chick. “See you tonight.” I can’t resist, and lean down to give her another lingering kiss. “Be good.”
Chapter Sixteen
Amelia
It’s almost nine before I get home, and I’m no closer to sorting out the crazy rabbit hole my life has become. This isn’t just a casual hookup. It’s serious, and my stomach churns with nerves as I open the front door.
I know I still have to tell Gage who my dad is, but that’s not worrying me anymore. He already knows the name I grew up with, and that I’m used to the MC life. Sure, he might be pissed that I first took the job at Odin’s because I’d been sucked into Rex’s plans, but the fact he totally believed me last night, and didn’t even question me about the whole nasty “sleeping with the enemy” thing, is more than enough proof that I’m not just another chick to him.
The biggest problem is telling my mom that I’m dating Axle Reynolds’s son. She’ll never understand how I could do it. I don’t even blame her, because deep down inside I’m eaten up with guilt that I’m so crazy about Gage. I should hate him, the way I hate his dad and all the Viking Bastards for what they did, but he isn’t his dad.
He’s the one I love.
I groan and briefly press my forehead against the doorframe. What a great time to face the truth.
“Amy, honey, is that you?” Mom comes into the hall, pulling on her coat. She works part time at the mall, and if I tell her right now what I’m doing, she won’t have time to hang around to argue the issue.
“Hey.” I give her a weak smile and can actuallyfeelmy courage leaking out through my pores.
She cups my cheek. “Are you okay?”
