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Our mouths connect, linking us in a sensual kiss. Each nip, suckle, and pull of his lips seems to be attached to an invisible thread on my clit, making me gush between my thighs.
Instinctively, I raise one leg, wrapping it around his hip. I’m surprised by my bold behavior, but not enough to stop. Gauge presses against me, his hard length rubbing against my wet sex.
As fast as we start, he stops, pulling away. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I need a rubber.”
“We don’t need it,” I say, too eager to throw caution to the wind when I pull him back.
He shakes his head. “Baby, don’t tempt me. There’s nothing I want more than to feel you bare, but that’s not a smart move this early in the game. I don’t want you upset if I get you pregnant.”
Children are not on my radar. I love them, want them even, but I know I can’t financially support them. At least not yet. That’s why I don’t stop Gauge again when he climbs out of the shower to grab a condom from his wallet.
Gauge rips the foil with his teeth before sliding the rubber over his rigid cock. His eyes watch me heatedly the entire time he rolls the barrier over himself. Who knew the act of using sexual protection could be so erotic?
He pushes me against the wall, hikes my leg back up around him, and probes my entrance with his thick length. His lips crash into mine as he thrusts deep inside of me, impaling me on his stiff shaft. The intrusion is slightly painful, though pleasurable—nothing like the first time.
After several seconds of acclimating to his girth, Gauge slowly rocks his hip, setting a steady rhythm.
A bolt of lightning shoots between my legs, making me whimper. Is it possible to orgasm this quickly? Because I’m ready to burst apart like a gamma-ray. A week without sex, and I’m already deprived of Gauge’s intimacy.
Gauge brushes his tongue over mine, spurring me on as I reach closer to the summit of my climax. My God, this man tastes like heaven mixed with a hint of darkness—it’s addictive.
The one leg holding my weight shakes as my core tightens, anticipating my release. I grip Gauge’s meaty shoulders with my hands to keep myself upright, mewling louder with each thrust of his shaft burrowing deep inside of me.
Our bodies curl around each other, molding from two forms into one. Gauge holds me like I’m someone to be cherished, contradicting the brutality with which we attack each other below the waist.
“You feel so good,” Gauge groans against my lips, cocking his hips higher. “Never want to leave your tight pussy. Fucking love you holding my cock hostage.”
His filthy words act as fuel, blazing my arousal, pushing me over the cusp. My inner walls convulse around Gauge’s thick cock, wringing the pleasure out of me like a wet rag. Wave after wet wave crash over me, seizing my body in a current of pure bliss. My strangled cry echoes in the enclosed space.
Gauge’s body goes rigid, his hard length swelling inside of me. He roars through his orgasm, his hips bucking against mine with bruising impact.
Spent, I cling to him, my leg slipping from his hip. Gauge holds my entire weight in his muscular arms until I’m able to stand upright.
“That was shamefully fast,” Gauge admits with a chuckle. “Thank God you got off when you did, or I would have embarrassed myself.”
Laughing, we help each other shower quickly before heading into the bunkroom to dress. Sated, we return to the kitchen holding hands. Atlas is pulling out the scones from the oven when we enter the room.
Atlas glances at his watch, shaking his head. “Done already? Poor Opal got a two-pump chump.”
“Asshole,” Gauge says with a giant grin, punching him in the arm.
They grab some beers out of the fridge and settle in at the kitchen table. The two of them take turns regaling me with wild stories about their friendship through the years as I finish making the scones. They have me laughing so hard, my sides ache.
The moment gives me a glance at the bond between these two men. Gauge smiles at me often, sending flirtatious winks, which causes my heart to flutter like a hummingbird’s wings. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be—here with Gauge.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
OPAL
November 2019
It’s Thanksgiving week, a month after I arrived at headquarters. Gauge has some downtime because assignments slow down around the holidays. Suits me fine since Gauge spends his free time with me.
Today is a treat. Since there’s not much privacy at the rental and the weather is decent, Gauge takes us downtown on his hog. We grab a cup of coffee at a quaint café and walk around the local shops and art galleries.
This is rare quality time between us. Gauge works long hours for Atlas’s company—Mercy Ravens Security. There are several days where we only see each other first thing in the morning and as we say goodnight in each other’s arms.
This is uncharted territory for me. My only previous relationship with a man was sexually abusive. Although we’re in the early stages as a couple, I know what I have with Gauge is different. Levi took what he wanted, hurting me both physically and mentally. Gauge asks for consent, giving me pleasure while treasuring me.
