Page 40 of Collide

“That was fucking amazing,” he calls over the crowd who have returned to their enrapture of the Nights. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me. Hard. It isn’t our typical kiss, and it both frightens and thrills me. This is the person he’s meant to be. A rock star. “Let’s get out of here.”

This request surprises me. “Are you sure?” I scan the crowd around us. We’ve lost Jared and Petty somewhere.

“I need you alone,” he growls when he leans forward for my ear. I nod and follow his lead as he surrounds me, tucking me into his side to get us through the audience.

When we arrive back at the penthouse, we’re hardly inside my bedroom, door slamming, and Gage is on me. His mouth on mine. His hands in my hair. Kissing me harder than normal.

“Gage,” I mutter against his lips. Something in my voice draws him back, and he swipes his fingers through his longer hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, gorgeous. I’ll slow down.” He cups my cheek, taking a deep breath and then returning to my mouth. Softer. Gentler. I’m surprised to find I prefer this side of him. I’m the one who normally pushes us, wanting us to speed forward, but I’m still reeling from what he said.

I’m not having sex with you until you marry me.

He can’t be serious. Marry him? Is he crazy? This isn’t his child although he made that ridiculous statement—which is sounding less ridiculous every day—while kissing my belly. Social media has been blowing up, speculating if the baby bulge is his. Is this his plan? Does he want me to pretend it is?

I’m wrestled from my thoughts when he spins me so I’m facing the wall. “Now where were we?” He returns us to a position similar to what we were in the bathroom. His hands quickly lift my dress and pull it over my head. Two hands skim down my back and then his fingers hook in my thong. He slips the thin material over my backside, and I wiggle until it hits the floor. Another article of clothing meets mine, and when his warm chest hits my back, I realize he’s shirtless.

Both his hands cover my belly, outlining my body as they climb to my breasts. He cups the weight of each and squeezes them together.

“I want to fuck these tits,” he mutters into my neck, and heat pools between my thighs. He’s so dirty at times, and I love it. I love…no, I can’t feel this way. He pinches my nipples, and I arch my back, meeting the firm ridge beneath his jeans. Releasing one breast, he reaches for his belt buckle. This is it, I decide. He’s finally going to take me and rid us both of the torture. We’ll get each other out of our systems, and he’ll forget this ridiculous notion to marry me.

His fingers on my breast lower until they come between my thighs. He dips one into me at the same time the tip of his dick slips through the seam of my ass.

“Gage,” I warn, not ready for anything entering areas unpracticed. He doesn’t answer me as he draws the tip lower, bending me forward like he did in the bathroom earlier. As his fingers stroke at my clit, he rubs the head through my folds, and I’m so close. I want him inside me. I want him to finally fill me. I shift, bringing him right to the entrance.

“Be a good girl, Ivy,” he hisses, holding himself back from entering me.

“I want you so badly,” I say, and he rolls his forehead on my shoulder.

“Not yet, baby. Not until we marry.”

I choke-laugh, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Not this again.

“Gage,” I huff.

“One day, gorgeous, my dick is going to be slick from that sweet pussy, and you’re going to let me in and let your pussy love my dick until there is no beginning or end to us. Only us, Ivy. You and me. And love. I’m going to give it all to you, and you’re going to take it.”

Can’t. Breathe.

He slips himself under me, coating the thick length with my wetness. I’m practically dripping, and then he teases me with the head at my entrance again.

“Come, gorgeous. Come over me.” I scream into my palm as I explode so hard stars dance before my eyes. Gage quickly pulls back and releases on my lower back.

Damn, he’s such a naughty man, but I love…Not this again, I tell myself.

Gage chuckles into my shoulder. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” Then he kisses my shoulder and a hard knock comes on my door.

“Ivy?” Shit.

“Just a minute,” I call out as Gage spins me and hands me his T-shirt. He steps behind the door, and I wiggle into the soft-worn material. It doesn’t cover me as well as it would without the baby bump, and I tug on my thong. I signal for Gage to remain quiet as I pull open the door a sliver.

“Tommy.” My uncle takes in my attire and then presses on the door with a fist, pushing it into Gage behind it.

“This needs to stop,” he growls when the door won’t go to the wall as it should. I can only imagine Gage holds in the grunt of the wood knocking into him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking—”

“Don’t lie to me, Ivy. We both know that’s the one thing we shouldn’t do.”