Chapter Fifteen
Gage
It’s not even six yet, and much as I want to spend the rest of the day in bed with Amelia, Hawk will be here soon to pick up the keys to the club’s truck. She’s still asleep as I ease my arm from beneath her head so I don’t wake her, and with her hair all ruffled and just the top of her naked shoulder showing above the sheet, I have the crazy notion to wrap myself around her again.
She might be tiny and look fragile but damn, this woman can take everything I give. My dick, already at half-mast, throbs with renewed need as visions of taking her last night flood through me.
I grit my teeth and edge off the bed before I lose my mind and sink into her gorgeous body again. Despite the discomfort of my early morning hard-on, there’s a weird kind of peace deep in my chest, and I don’t need to be a shrink to work out the reason why.
She’s lying there in my bed.
I grin and shake my head, still unable to drag my gaze from her as she sighs and snuggles further under the sheet. While I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve left chicks in bed while they’ve been asleep, it’s never been my bed, and I sure as hell have never been reluctant.
Would she move in if I asked her to?
The question hangs in my brain, and I frown as I pull on my jeans. Shouldn’t I be freaking the shit out at the thought of asking a chick to move in with me? Except I’m not. It feels right. Hell, maybe it’s the incentive I need to finally get around to fixing up the shitty kitchen.
Pussy-whipped. Kat’s mocking voice echoes through my mind, and this time I don’t shrug it off. I don’t care. If being with Amelia is being pussy-whipped, then sign me the fuck up.
The laughter’s still locked in my throat as I make my way out of the room and quietly shut the door behind me.
I dig into my pocket for my keys and pull out the card she gave me last night. Amy Crane. She’ll never be an Amy to me. I grab my cell and swipe the barcode on the back of her card, and her website appears. Fuck, that’s professional. I go into the kitchen and scroll down the page. Seems like she’s writing a series about shape shifters. Hot shifters that, according to the blurbs, have a lot of dirty sex.
Hooked, I click on one of her buy links. There are like eighty reviews for the book, and I skim through them, a mix of awe and disbelief curling through my chest.
I wasn’t sure what I thought when she told me she was a writer, but seeing it all on the internet like this kind of makes it real. Even though I’d much rather watch a movie than read a book, I one-click and buy it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so guilty about doing something in my life.
My cell rings, a reminder from Hawk, and I curse. There’s no time for coffee now, and he’s already at the gate by the time I get downstairs.
“Your girl okay?” Hawk glances at me.
“Yeah, she’s fine.” I toss the keys at him. “The Wolves gonna sort Abbott?”
“They didn’t say much. Said they wanted to talk to Ty face-to-face.”
“Huh.” I guess it makes sense. Abbott was in Ty’s club, and Ty’s our VP.
I walk with him to where his bike’s parked out front. “Have fun.” I grin when he gives me the finger. He’s helping his cousin set up her new business today, and needs the truck to move her shit.
Amelia’s still asleep, curled up on her side, when I go back upstairs, but there’s enough light now to see the sprinkle of freckles across her nose, and man, they are such a turn-on. I grin and crawl up the bed, trapping her between my knees and fists, and drop a possessive kiss on her bare shoulder.
She stirs, wriggling her body, but doesn’t open her eyes. I nuzzle her behind her ear and then gently suck on her earlobe, pulling the three silver hoops into my mouth. She makes a little humming sound, and it vibrates straight to my dick.
“Morning, baby.” I inch the sheet over her tits, and her nipples are perky and irresistible.
“What’s the time?” Her eyes are screwed shut against the light, and there’s a cute frown on her face.
“Time for another fuck with my favorite girl.”
Finally, she looks at me, a sexy smile replacing the frown. She’s all sleepy and soft and mine. “So long as you don’t want it up my ass again.”
“I wouldn’t say no.” My dick strains against my zipper at the thought. “You said you liked it.”
“I did. But more like a…” She pauses and lets out a long breath as though she’s thinking about it. “You know. A special treat, not to be taken daily.”
“You do know you can’t have too much of a good thing, right?”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
I push myself up, open my fly and shove my jeans over my hips. “Only for you.”
Before Amelia, it’d never occur to me to say anything as dumb as that, but the way she looks at me, as though I’ve just given her the world, more than makes up for it. What does it matter, anyway? There’re only us here. No one else is gonna know she makes me think and say shit that under any other circumstance I’d rip out my tongue rather than voice.
“That’s so sweet.” She trails her hand over my leather, and I don’t even mind that she thinks I’m sweet. I swallow a laugh, and she tugs on my cut. “Something funny?”
“Yeah. You.” I pull the sheet off her so I can admire her body. She’s still lying on her side, and gives me the perfect view of her curvy ass. She might not be very tall, but she has killer curves. I cup her butt, but not hard. I just like touching her. “Roll over.”
She stretches and slowly rolls onto her back, giving me a challenging smile. Like I care. As long as I’m inside her within the next five minutes, she can take me in her mouth if she wants.
I kiss her, long and slow, raking my fingers through her hair. Her hands are all over me, scraping her nails over my leather, but she doesn’t try and pull it off me.
We break for air, and she gives a breathless laugh. “God, that’s so hot.”
I grab a rubber and sling her a grin. “You talking about me again?”
“Doing this while you’re still wearing your cut. It’s so badass.”
“I told you I’d bring out your inner bad girl, didn’t I?”
She grips my leather and hauls me down to her. I brace my weight on my fists, holding myself above her so I can watch her face as she struggles to force me to her will. It’s crazy how much I like teasing this girl. I’ve never held off taking pussy before just so I could keep a fucking conversation going.
“Huh.” There’s an evil gleam in her eyes. “You’ve unleashed a monster, honey.”
It’s the first time she’s called me that. First time any chick has called me that, and I bask in it for about two seconds before she wraps her hand around my balls. And not gently, either. I groan, and my self-imposed restraint unravels.
“You’re asking for it, baby.”
“No,” she pants, and her fingers tighten like she’s on a nut-cracking mission. “I’m taking it.”
“You’ll fucking cripple me if you don’t let go.”
She doesn’t let go, but one finger explores behind my sac, and it’s too much. I grab her wrist, and with a smile of triumph, she releases me. “Don’t mess with a horny woman.”
I choke back a laugh and pin her hand above her head. “Horny women are the only ones I mess with.”
“I thought I was the only one you’re messing with.”
She’s still smiling, but there’s a weird note in her voice as though she’s serious. Does she really think I’m still screwing around? I told her last night I hadn’t been with another chick since that night in the kitchen, and I thought she believed me. Guess I was wrong.
The words lodge in my throat. I’ve never said them before, never even thought them, and I sure as hell never imagined I’d want to say them to a girl. She gnaws her bottom lip and gives me this sad kind of smile, and something deep in my chest cracks wide open.
I lean in close. “You’re the only one I want. I’m not fucking anyone else.”
“Okay, then.” Her voice is husky, and she blinks a couple of times like she has something in her eyes. “Same here.”
“You better believe it. No one else touches you, you hear me? You’re my girl.” I’ve never meant anything more in my life.
Her legs wrap around my hips, and I let her pull me down until I crush her sweet body beneath me. My movements are restricted with my jeans around my thighs, but my dick finds her pussy without any problem. Christ, she feels so good around me, slick and tight and all mine.
She runs her free hand over my chest before gripping my leather. “You’re not really a badass.”
I tighten my fingers around her captured hand. She’s right, it’s fucking hot having her naked while I’m in my leathers. “I really am.”
“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.”