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“Bed.”
Following instructions, I quickly move inside the cabin while claiming her mouth. She gives as good as she takes. We battle for control, me winning out as I grip her ass and pull her harder against me. She moans at the contact. I know she can feel how hard she makes me. How much I want to be with her.
Seemingly unable to wait, she sheds her shirt and tosses it over my shoulder. Fuck me. Her tits are perfect, rosy pink nipples hidden by barely-there white lace. Her shoes thud, falling to the floor. Kicking off my own shorts, I slowly guide her onto the bed.
“Fuck, babe. You’re gorgeous.”
I’m not sure what I expected in response to my very true statement, but it wasn’t for this little firecracker to tug on the waistband of my shorts and pull me on top of her. Bracing my forearms on either side of her head, I relish her body, enjoying each taste of her skin from her neck to her chest. When I pull the lace of her bra down and her perfect nipple pops free, I don’t even try to rein in my growl of appreciation.
Licking. Sucking. Savoring.
Sophia writhes beneath me, her hands moving under my shirt, nails skimming my back. Sitting back on my knees, I grip the back of my shirt and slide it over my head. When my eyes land on Sophia, her bra is tossed to the floor and she’s unsnapping her shorts. I still her hand and take over the action.
After I slide the shorts and panties from her body, I stand and drop my own to the ground before settling between her legs. My tongue explores her warm center as she moves her hips, riding my face. The sounds she gives urge me on and as her first climax hits, I ignore the pile of bricks that has chipped away.
I slide up her body, cup her perfect tit in my hand, capture the pink bud with my teeth, and tug. A yelp is followed by a sigh as I suck it into my mouth. Sophia grabs my head and pulls my mouth to hers. I let her taste herself on my tongue as the tip of my dick grazes her wetness. Her small hand wraps around the shaft and it takes all my restraint to not pump into her hand.
“Gage.” My name on her tongue is a plea.
I didn’t expect to meet someone here, but I’m prepared. With a condom from the nightstand drawer, I lean to the side and sheath myself before sliding inside her.
We’re still for seconds, taking in the connection. Her hands land on my ass and urge me to move. As I shift my hips, she meets me, movement for movement. I take her leg and rest it on my shoulder, hitting her deeper, and she yells out my name and moves her hands to her chest. Seeing her play with her tits and scream my name is more than I can handle, and it isn’t long after her release that I collapse on top of her.
Two deep breaths and I lift my weight from her and look into her eyes. Not sure if I’m searching for regret or contentment, I’m happy to see a smile on her face. Giving her one last kiss, I push off the bed and move to the bathroom to discard the condom.
Returning to the bed, she’s facing me with her head in her hand. I watch as she looks at my body as if she’s making note of every inch. It’s only fair since I did the same. I chuckle when she lets out a sigh as her gaze settles between my legs.
When I’m settled in next to her, I enjoy the tickle of her breath on my chest. Her fingers trace the tattoos on my chest.
“Did you get any of these when you were undercover?”
“The compass and rosary.”
“So you could find your way home?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, something like that.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say maybe it was to guide me to her, but that isn’t what she wants to hear. It’s beyond the “in the moment” conversation we’ve had. Instead, I tell her the meaning of each piece. From the baby Taz in a diaper on the inside of my bicep to the clover on my hand.
“I want to thank you for today but after what just happened, that seems awkward.”
I smirk. “You’re welcome. For the day and for what just happened.”
She smacks my chest, and I grip her by the waist and pull her to lie on top of me. With a lifted brow she smirks. When I harden, that smirk morphs to a smile. She’s welcome.
Chapter 40
Sophia
Five days after the first night I spent with Gage I’m back at The Bluebird for more than grabbing a change of clothes. I expect Joan to have a laundry list of questions. Not that I think she’ll pry, but she does love to gossip. Gage had to go down the mountain today and won’t be back until closer to dinner.
We’ve fallen into an unspoken routine of spending our days together. He’s building a new shed and I’ve been going to the diner and helping Bobbi with her books. Or at least trying to get her organized enough so we can figure out what should be her books. It feels good to do something not only for someone else but to get my brain working. I didn’t realize how much I missed having somewhere to go and something to do.
“She lives!”
I smile and roll my eyes. Joan laughs and moves quicky to where I’m folding towels and pulls me into a hug. It’s awkward as we sway back and forth with my hands still gripping the towel between us.
“I’ve missed you. I thought you left without saying anything.”
“Oh please. You know where I’ve been.”
