by Hope Ford
Gage
Heartlands Motorcycle Club
Hope Ford
Gage © 2020 by Hope Ford
Editor: Kasi Alexander
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Photographer: James Critchley
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Contents
1. Roxy
2. Roxy
3. Gage
4. Gage
5. Gage
6. Roxy
7. Gage
8. Gage
9. Gage
10. Roxy
11. Roxy
12. Gage
13. Roxy
14. Roxy
15. Gage
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1
Roxy
I’ve tried not to think about it. I’ve tried to chalk it up to a one-night blunder, but neither my mind nor my body is agreeing with me. Every time I see him, I remember that night. That night that left me satisfied and longing for more and he doesn’t seem to remember.
I’m already off work tonight, but I’m sitting on a stool at the bar near the pool tables watching a game where Gage and Saint are playing two out-of-towners who are getting their asses handed to them. Gage moves around the table, smooth in his stride. Unless you know him, you wouldn’t guess he’s knocking heavily on fifty’s door. He’s lean and strong with the kind of eyes that make me feel like he can see into my soul. He’s smart, loyal, and one hell of a badass. It’s rare that he cuts loose, but it seems when he does, he forgets everything that happens. Like that night. The one where he tilted my world and flipped it upside down.
He laughs at something Saint says and slaps him on the back. I watch as he wraps his hands around the pool stick, leans over the table and takes aim. Watching the muscles in his back flex and his tight butt move in his jeans causes my mind to wander to that one night I can’t seem to get out of my mind.
I’m sure he doesn’t remember that night from nine weeks ago. He hasn’t said anything about it and he went right back to treating me like a little sister he needs to watch out for. The day after, I had been so nervous, sure that he was going to freak out on me. But he didn’t. He simply nodded his head at me as he walked past me to Troy’s office. He and the president of the Heartlands MC stayed holed up in there most of the evening. When he finally came out, he only asked me for his usual and then sat at the bar like he does most nights. He nursed on one beer and when I offered him another, he told me no. I asked him if he was feeling okay and he had shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m good, Roxy. Don’t worry about me. I took a pain pill last night for my back and I’m still feeling the effects today. I threw those away. I didn’t like the way they made me feel.”
He no sooner said the words before someone was hollering at me for service. By the time I got back to him, he was gone.
The commotion at the pool tables has me coming back to the present. I can tell that Gage and Saint won by the way they’re smiling. I could watch Gage all night long. He’s sexy and he’s always been sexy, which makes him a joy to watch even if a part of me is sad about everything that has happened.
Gage saunters over to the bar where I’m sitting. The whole way over, he’s staring at me and my body instantly gets warm all over. Every. Damn. Time. There’s no denying it; he has this effect on me no matter how hard I try to get over my infatuation with him. Sometimes when he looks at me, I almost think he’s remembering that night, but then he’ll shake his head or look away and the feeling is gone.
He sits down next to me. “We just beat the out-of-towners. Let me buy you a drink to celebrate?”
I could stay and sit next to him all night. But I don’t. I stand up, putting my purse on my shoulder. My shift ended a few hours ago and I need to go home. “I’m heading out. I’ve got to get up early.”
I start walking toward the door, not even waiting for a goodbye when I feel his arm brush against mine. “I’ll walk you out.”
I barely resist rolling my eyes at him. I appreciate the fact that he cares for me, but it’s a known fact I can take care of myself. I’m about to tell him exactly that when one of the regulars waves at me. “See ya’ tomorrow, Roxy.”
I just throw my hand up and wave at him, trying to ignore the way Gage is staring him down when we walk past.
Gage
I’ve noticed Roxy watching me and I figure that she’s landed herself into some trouble. I’ve caught myself being extra protective of her lately, but I know she can’t stand it. She came to the Heartlands and almost immediately it was known that she’s not someone you can fuck with. She’s proven over and over she can take care of herself. But lately there’s been a vulnerability about her. Her usual guarded face is open and it catches me off guard.
Walking her out to her bike, I tense up when the asshole calls out to her. I don’t know why. I know Randy and he’s pretty fuckin’ harmless, but I don’t like it. Is he the one that’s causing her problems?
She goes straight to her bike and straddles it. I swear she’d just drive away without looking at me if I didn’t stop her. “Is everything okay?”
Roxy, being the typical gorgeous Roxy, flashes me her dimpled smile and laughs that melodic sound that always seems to ease my tension. “You worry too much.”
I take a step toward her and cover her hand that is holding the handlebars. The feel of her soft skin under mine seems familiar and I look between her face and her hand. Clearing my throat, I tell her the truth. “You’re family, even if it isn’t through blood, and I’ll always look out for you.”
I had hoped that would get her to open up about whatever’s been bothering her, but it doesn’t. Instead, it seems to do the opposite. Her face clams up and I can’t read her at all now. It’s like my words have pissed her off. She gives me a brief nod and I watch as she rides away.
As I walk back into the bar, I have to admit to myself that I’m glad I didn’t have to watch her walk out on the arm of one of the dipshits that sometimes drop in at the bar. Roxy’s too good for those fuck-ups.
2
Roxy
I’ve put it off for far too long now. I didn’t realize that I even missed a period until last week. For so long, I’ve put it off as stress. I mean, there’s been so much going on. Everything with the Outlaws and how they tried to destroy the Heartlands. The retaliation and revenge we took on them. It’s all added up and tensions were high for everyone, even me. So when I missed my period, I thought it was just that. Stress. The second month I missed it, I began to get nervous. Especially when I woke up this morning and my breasts were so sore I couldn’t even touch them, I knew something was up. I bought the test on the way home tonight. I’ve put it off for too long now and one way or another, I have to find out.
I read the instruction on the package and take the first one out. At the store, I couldn’t understand why they sell some of them in packs of three. But after the first one, I got it. I understood.
I set the third pregnancy stick next to the first two and blow out a long breath. Pregnant. All three have two solid blue lines. It can’t be a fluke. I’m pregnant.
I look at myself in the mirror waiting for it to sink in and be real. I’m ready and braced to feel freaked out and panic. I’ve never had anyone de
pend on me. It’s always just been me. Even growing up, I was on my own, moving from one foster home to another while each of the foster parents just collected their checks. I was never a part of any actual family and honestly, I didn’t know if I would ever want one of my own. I know what a fucked-up world this is and I’m scared to bring a baby into it. I’m ready for the grief, the confusion, the guilt. All of it.
Instead, I can’t deny it. I’m not upset. In fact, I’m feeling the exact opposite. It’s almost like there’s a peace that has surrounded me and has calmed my heart. I can’t remember the last time, or maybe ever, that I’ve felt so much joy. And the three sticks lined up in front of me confirm that I have permission to be as happy as I feel.
It’s really going to happen. I’m going to be a mom.
There’s no doubt who the dad is. Gage.
Just thinking about him causes my nipples to harden. I hadn’t been with another man before him since I was seventeen and lost my virginity to a boy that was in the same foster home as me. Yeah, the father is Gage and he doesn’t even know we had sex. What the hell am I gonna do now?
I lie back on my bed and almost immediately my mind drifts back to that night nine weeks ago.
“How many beers did you have?” I asked him as I got off my bike. I’d just given him a ride home, leaving his bike at the Heartlands Garage, next to the Ride or Die bar. It was a long night. The club was still recouping from all the fighting with the Outlaws and people were drinking and unwinding. When Gage came to me at the end of my shift and asked me for a ride home, I agreed. I knew he, more than anyone, needed to let loose after the last few days we’d had, and honestly, I was happy to do it.
Gage, of all the Heartlands brothers, is the one that always goes out of his way to treat me right. He’s looked out for me since the day I showed up to apply for the bartender job at the Ride or Die bar three years ago. He’s never asked me about my family or where I came from. He sort of just accepted me for who I am. He’s twenty-six years older than me and is old enough to be my father. But even though I shouldn’t, none of the thoughts I have of him are fatherly. No, any time I think about Gage, my whole body hums and a pressure starts to build low in my belly. I used to be able to ignore it, but not lately. Not now. No, now I can’t even look him in the face because I know he’ll see the attraction I feel for him there.
He put his hand under my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. He gave me a goofy smile. “Two.”
So he’d had two drinks. Everything about him was throwing me off. First of all, he’s not goofy. Second of all, I’ve known him for almost two years and he’s never ever shown me any kind of interest at all. If anything, he’s treated more like a kid sister than anything. So on the ride over here, when his hands circled my body and brushed along the underside of my breast, I knew I was going to ask him how many drinks he’d had. He was acting nothing like the Gage I know.
He grabbed on to my hand and pulled me toward his house. “C’mon, come inside with me.”
Without giving me a chance to deny him, he pulled me up the walkway and into his house. “But..” I started to tell him, but stopped when he closed his front door and leaned me back against it. My back was wedged into the doorknob, but I didn’t even care. He slid his leg between the two of mine and even though he’s so much taller than me, we somehow fit together perfectly.
I looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. “Gage? Are you sure you only had two drinks?”
He was staring at my lips and it caused a jolt to go through my body. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, and I closed my legs, trapping his leg between mine. He moved closer, lifting his leg up higher, right against my core, and a moan escaped as my head fell back against the door. It was a reflex, and I ground my pussy into his leg seeking a release that I knew only he could give me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to get a handle of what was happening here, but I couldn’t think of anything except Gage being between my legs.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of my neck and tugged me toward him. “Uh, uh, I want you looking at me, baby girl.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. His eyes were glassy and I knew that there was something going on with him. Never in the three years I’ve known Gage has he called me baby girl, and he’d definitely never touched me like he was doing now. “What are you doing?” I asked him softly.
One side of his lips tilted up in that smirk of his. “If you don’t know what I’m doing then I must not be doing it right.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “I mean, I know what you’re doing, but why now?”
His hands slid down to my ass and pulled me up against him. I could feel the hard bulge between his legs against my belly and he groaned at the contact. I couldn’t stop the smile from forming on my face because it was nice to know that I had the same effect on him.
He bent down and got right in front of my face. I could feel his breath as he whispered, “Do you want to do this or do you want to talk about it?”
His hands squeezed on to my bigger than a handful ass cheeks and I grabbed on to his massive shoulders. “Do it,” I muttered right before his lips crashed into mine.
As soon as we made contact, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would never be the same after this. I’d wanted Gage for so long, there was no denying what he does to me just by looking at him. To have him in my arms and inside me was going to change me forever… I just knew it.
He was ravenous as his tongue plunged in and out of my mouth. It was like we’d been holding this in forever and had finally been given our chance. He held me against him and started walking down the hallway to his bedroom. I’d been here a few times. I’d brought him soup one time when he was sick and I came to take care of him once after the big fight with the Outlaws. He stumbled and we both almost fell, but he caught us at the last second. He laughed and I pulled away from him. “Gage, really, how many drinks did you have?”
He pulled my shirt up and off my body. He was staring at my chest in the black sports bra I had on. My breasts are big and I hate drawing attention to them. Working at the bar, I’ve gotten into a habit of wearing it. But now, I wished I had something else on. Something more flattering.
His hands reached out to cup me, pulling the elastic away from me and over my head. With my breasts free, he stared at them so long I felt a chill go down my body and my nipples pucker. He reached for me again, but I stopped him by grabbing on to his hands. “Tell me the truth. How many drinks have you had?”
“Have I ever lied to you?” he asked me, still staring at my breasts.
When I didn’t answer him, he looked up into my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders. “No. You’ve always been truthful.”
Nodding his head, he tugged off his shirt and then pulled me against him. We were bare, skin against skin, and I felt like I was burning up. “Two drinks, baby girl. That’s it. Now, stay here and let me hold you.”
We stood there for so long, I finally softened against him. My head rested on his chest and my breasts pressed tightly against his stomach. His hands were running up and down my back, each stroke pulling me closer to him. I knew that this could change everything. My only family is the Heartlands MC and I didn’t want to screw that up. But I knew I couldn’t walk away now. I wasn’t strong enough.
Determined, I reached between us and undid the button on his jeans. The only sound in the room was our breathing and the zipper being pulled down. I pulled out of his arms and pushed him back toward the bed. He landed with a thud and I made quick work of pulling his shoes off. When he started to undo his pants, I finished undressing myself, letting my clothes land wherever they fell.
After he undressed, he sat back down on the edge of the bed. His penis was thick and heavy, pointing straight at me. Already, there was cum leaking from his tip. I wanted to fall to my knees and taste him, but what was stopping me was the way he was staring at me. I swear he was looking at me like he’d never seen me before. But when he held his hands out to m
e, wanting me to come closer, I moved within his reach.
“I’ve got you now, baby girl.” He pulled me until I was straddling his lap and his cock was pressed against my ass. I wanted to ask him what was up with the nickname—he’d only ever called me Roxeanne or Roxy—but I didn’t have a chance to before he was gripping his cock in his hand and lining me up on it.
I could feel his tip right at my entrance and there was no stopping now. I impaled myself on him. When he was fully inside me, I muttered “fuck” as I bit into Gage’s shoulder. He was filling me up until I felt him deep in my womb. I tried to give myself time to adjust, but he was already moving, gripping my hips and moving me against him. With each thrust, I felt like he was going deeper, but I knew that wasn’t right. He’d already taken me as far as he could go.
His hands were roaming my body and his mouth was kissing and licking my neck. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. When he pushed me backwards, I went so far that I thought I was going to fall, but I didn’t because he was holding on to my arms. He drilled into me. At that angle, he was hitting that rough little patch inside me that pushed me off the cliff, and my hips bucked wildly against his. He grunted “baby girl” over and over until the very end, and when we were both so far gone, he pulled me up against him, falling back on the bed, cradling my head on his chest. “I love you, Roxy.”
Speechless, I could still feel his cock as he pulled soft little tremors from my satiated body. When I finally had the nerve to lift my head, his eyes were closed. I lifted up and looked into his face and realized he was already asleep.