Gage (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 6)

by Hope Ford

  I start to nod my head, but he holds me tighter, pushing his body against mine. The hard door is against my back and his body is pressed against my front. I can feel him then. His desire is pressed into my belly and I push against him, loving the feel of him like this. I don’t know how long this can last. He could change his mind and push me away at any minute, but shamelessly, I hold on to him, taking anything he’s willing to offer. All I want, all I’ve thought about is being in his arms again.

  His hot breath runs over the skin on my neck as he leans down, giving me chills of excitement and desire. “The trouble is, once I recognized that you’re all woman, I can’t help looking at you like… a woman.”

  12

  Gage

  “The last time we were in here I wanted to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked right on Ranger’s desk.” I drop that bombshell and wait for her to retreat, to turn the handle and escape into the hallway.

  She licks her lips, making me want to taste them.

  Maybe I wasn’t forward enough. She should be running by now. I indulge myself, palming her breast through the thin shirt. I can feel her peaked nipple through the fabric and it’s driving me crazy. Instead of retreating, she pushes her breast against my hand like she wants my touch as much as I want to give it to her.

  When she doesn’t pull away, I move my leg to fit between the two of hers. Instead of squeezing them shut, she opens them wider.

  “I’ve been coming in here all week and thinking and picturing all the ways I want to fuck you, Roxy.” I can hear the hitch in her breath. Maybe she’s too scared to run.

  I pull her hair back, then lean in so I’m looking in her eyes. I don’t want there to be any doubt what I’m telling her. “Roxy, if you don’t want me, this is the time to leave. I’ll understand.”

  She doesn’t make a move to leave, though. Her eyes are wide and filled with surprise, but I can see the desire in them. She wants this. By the way she’s taking little panting breaths, by the way her hips are rocking against my leg and the way her nipple is cutting into my hand, I know she wants this.

  She shakes her head side to side and I start to release her. When she senses I’m letting her go, she grabs on to me, her legs clenching mine, her hands wrapped around the material of my T-shirt. “No. I want this, Gage. I want it with you.”

  The words barely leave her mouth and I capture her lips with mine. One taste of her and I’m a goner. It seems so familiar, like we’ve done this before, but I know we haven’t. All I can think is this is what home feels like. I could spend eternity with her, right here like this.

  The kiss is everything and only when I start to think about what I’m doing do I pull away from her. Well, I try to, but she’s holding on to me for dear life. “Not like this, Rox. I don’t want to take you against the door of Ranger’s office. You deserve more than this.”

  I try to untangle myself from her arms, but she just holds on tighter. “No. You don’t get to make that decision, Gage. I want you, right here, right now. The only way you’re getting out of here is if you’ve changed your mind and you don’t want me.”

  “Don’t want you? Honey, I could hammer nails right now with how hard I am for you. I want you. I want you more than I ever thought possible,” I tell her, running my hands up and down her arms, fighting the urge to rut against her and show her exactly how much I want her.

  She smiles at me, one of those smiles that shows me how much she’s grown up now. She makes quick work of taking off her clothes, pulling at everything, hopping on one foot then the other. When she’s finally done, naked, standing before me, she smiles up at me. “Okay, if you want me, prove it.”

  She challenges me, so the feisty woman is still in there, but I can sense a vulnerability to her. My gaze goes down her body. I’ve seen her plenty of times in low cut shirts, short shorts, but everything I’ve ever imagined has not done her justice. She’s breathtaking. Her large breasts are just at a palmful. Her hips and waist are curvy, and I can already smell her desire for me. I know I won’t have any problem proving to her how much I want her.

  I reach out to touch her, but she stops me by grabbing on to my hand. “Uh, uh. I want you naked, Gage. I want to see you too.”

  I smirk at her while I pull off my shirt. It no sooner falls from my hands than she’s all over me. Her hands roam my abdomen, my chest, and my shoulders.

  I palm her breast with one hand and slide the other between her legs. I’m already hard and I need to have her. I need to claim her. She’s already wet for me, soaking my fingers as I stroke them through her swollen slit. I kiss her, crushing my mouth against hers while pushing my fingers deeply inside of her. My senses are on overload and I can’t get close enough to her. Her fingernails are clawing at my shoulders, but I don’t care. I stroke the bundle of nerves under her hood and almost instantly she’s thrusting her hips, riding my hand. When she comes, her eye are wide open, staring at me, almost like she doesn’t want to miss a thing.

  She barely comes off her high and she’s jerking at the button on my pants. I help her undo them and slide them down my hips. I don’t even take the time to pull them all the way off before I have her up in my arms and I’m lining up at her core. When I get to her wet center, I stop, holding myself steady. Her heat and tightness about pulls me in, but I don’t care. This is too important. “The baby,” I grunt at her.

  She looks at me with defiance and right away I know she thinks I’m asking her who the father is. My hands grip on to her tightly, hating the thought of her with someone else. Shaking my head, I ask her, “Is this okay? Will it hurt the baby?”

  Her face softens and her hand curls around the nape of my neck. “No, he’ll be fine.”

  The words barely come out of her mouth and I’m plunging inside of her. She’s hot, and her core clenches onto me. Her body tremors from her recent orgasm and already I know she’s spent. But I want her to come with me; I want to feel her coming all around me.

  I lean her back against the wall and drive into her with slow, deep thrusts. The noises she makes tell me she’s already close again. When her eyes drift closed, I stop. “Look at me, Rox. I want your eyes on me, baby girl.”

  Her eyes snap open at the endearment and she stares deep into my eyes. I swear there’s something in the corner of my mind, like I’ve been here before.

  13

  Roxy

  For a second there, I thought he remembered. He called me the same name that he called me that night, weeks ago. As quick as that look came across his face, it was gone and in its place is heat-seeking desire. With my eyes on him, he starts to move his hips again, and even with my back to the wall, I still move my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  I try to take it all in. The gray at his temples. The way his brown eyes are darker and clenched now as he tries to hold back. The feel of his muscles flexing under my hands. The guttural groans that leave his mouth and the hot breath that falls on my cheek. I want to remember all of it, because I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

  He has sweat on his brow as he pushes me farther backwards and he’s rubbing against my g spot. I start to come again and as soon as my body tightens, clenching on to his sex, he picks up speed and before long he’s shooting his cum deep inside of me.

  He pulls me up against him, holding on to me and walking backwards to the chair. When he sits down, he’s still deep inside me as I straddle him. We’re both breathing hard, but already I’m worried that he’s going to push me away.

  I’m the first to speak. “Gage, I can handle anything from you right now, but please don’t tell me this was a mistake.”

  He shakes his head in confusion. “Mistake? This wasn’t a mistake. This was a long time coming, but I promise you there’s no regrets for me.”

  Goosebumps form on my arms I’m so happy right now. “Me too. I mean no regrets for me either.”

  He covers my stomach pooch with his hand. It’s warm and it feels good against my skin. I feel protected with him ju
st like that. He caresses me softly. “But we need to talk about the father.”

  I start to tense up, but he shakes his head. “None of that. I’m not asking you who the father is; I know you’ll tell me when the time is right. But I need you to know that whatever you had with him, that’s over. I don’t share, and I definitely won’t be sharing you. You’re mine now.”

  I almost tell him. I want to tell him he’s the father, but I just don’t know. I need to see where this goes. Just a few more days, I promise myself. I nod at him. “So does that mean you’re mine too? No other women for you?”

  He puts his lips to mine gently and pulls back. “I haven’t even looked at another woman since you walked into the Ride or Die bar three years ago. So no, Roxy, no other women for me. You’re it.”

  I have so many things I want to say to him, but I don’t. I lean my head against his. “I need to get back to work. We’re going to open soon.”

  He nuzzles my neck and kisses me some more before he finally lets me go. When we’re both dressed and decent again, we walk hand in hand back to the front of the bar. Before he goes back to his booth, he kisses me. “I’ll be right over there if you need me.”

  Normally, I’d argue with him, telling him that I can take care of myself, but not tonight. No, I like the idea of him sitting there while I work. I like having him close.

  I can’t stop smiling the whole night. Cat keeps giving me a knowing look, like she knows exactly what Gage and I did back in Ranger’s office.

  So I’m not surprised when she pulls me to the side. “Details? I need details.”

  She’s so excited, it’s like she can barely contain herself. She was excited when she found out I was pregnant and we’d be having our babies a few months apart, but now it’s a whole different excited. She’s purely happy for me and I can’t help but get a little teary eyed knowing that I have a friend like her. I try to keep calm about the whole Gage thing. I know what he said, but maybe it was a heat of the moment kind of thing. I shrug at her and try to be nonchalant, like I don’t care one way or another, when in reality, I care more than ever. “It was probably a one-time deal.”

  She snorts and we both start to laugh. She looks around the bar to see if anyone was watching her and glances over at Gage. Her eyes get big and she nods her head at him across the bar. “Does he know that? Because the territorial way that he’s watching you, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be more than that.”

  I follow her gaze and Gage is staring at me. The way he’s looking at me, his hot gaze could almost burn a hole right through me. My body heats and I turn away from him quickly, while Cat just stands by and laughs at me.

  Before the night is over, I find myself out on the floor, working tables again. I glance over at Gage, waiting on him to give me grief, but he doesn’t.

  The later it gets, the wilder and louder the bar gets. I walk up to a table of young guys, probably my age, that most likely go to the college in town. I ask what I can get them. When one starts to get handsy and flirty, my defenses go up. Not again.

  I almost turn around, worried that Gage is going to get into another fight, but it doesn’t come to that. The young guy looks over my head, flinches and sits back down. “I’ll take a beer, ma’am. Whatever you got is fine.”

  First of all, ma’am? Really, did I just get ma’amed? I’m about to call him on it until I feel a heat at my back and finally figure it out. I turn and instantly lift my head to look up at Gage. He’s standing right up against me and the snarly look on his face softens when he looks down at me. His hands go to my arms, rubbing up and down. I have the empty tray between us. “You okay?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  I walk around him, going to get the orders. I’m surprised with myself how much I like the fact that Gage is sending off a territorial vibe.

  After I drop off the beers, and the men are totally respectful to me, I take a beer over to Gage. “Here you go. I figure you earned this.”

  He holds his hand up. “Nope, none for me.”

  My eyes about pop out of my head. “You’re not drinking?”

  He grabs on to my hand, tugging me toward him. “Nope. Because I’m hoping you’re going home with me tonight. And if you ride with me, I’m going to have special cargo. No more drinks for me tonight.”

  Shocked, I just nod my head.

  He laughs then. “So is that a yes? You’re coming home with me?”

  “Yes,” I tell him before I change my mind. I really should tell him. I know I should. Tonight. Tonight I’m going to tell him.

  14

  Roxy

  He leaves his bike at the Heartlands Garage and borrows one of the cars there. He drives me over to his house after stopping at my apartment for some clothes. I grab one outfit and while I went to the bathroom to grab my toiletries, he empties half my closet into a suitcase. I look at him questioningly, but all he says is, “Just in case you stay awhile.”

  I think about those words the rest of the night. It feels like everything is happening so quickly, but the true fact is, the last three years have been leading up to this.

  He helps me unpack, making room in his drawers and his closet. I know I should ask him, or at least talk about it, but I’m afraid to. If he’s doing this because of the baby, I know I’ll have to leave. He’s always had some sort of inclination to protect me. Is that what this is?

  “You looked wiped out. How about a bath? I’ll make us some sandwiches and then we’ll go to bed,” he says as he pulls me into the bathroom.

  He turns the knob on the bathtub, testing the water with his hand. “I could go for a bath. And I’m hungry, but not for food,” I tell him honestly.

  The smile he gives me tells me that he feels the same way, but when he curls his arms around me, he just kisses the top of my head. “You’re tired. Rest and eat. Then we’ll see how you feel.”

  Already, I’m afraid he’s going to forget earlier and start treating me like his responsibility again. I don’t want him to look at me like I’m someone he has to look out for and take care of. I want him to look at me as someone he desires. I shed my clothes and even though he had planned to go and make food, instead he stands in the doorway and watches me.

  I’m not used to being naked in front of people, but the lecherous look he sends my way gives me confidence. Arching my back, I stretch my arms over my head. I smile, but he doesn’t notice; he’s not looking at my face. I stick one toe in the water and moan at the warmth. I get in, sloshing the soapy water, but not caring. I sit up, soap dripping off my chest and he licks his lips.

  Picking up the loofah, I hold it out to him. “Can you get my back before you leave?”

  He walks toward me, shedding his clothes on the way. I scoot up, allowing him to get in behind me, his legs encasing mine. When he’s seated, he pulls me backwards, my back to his chest. He takes the loofah from my hands, running it across every part of my body. I’m so worked up, I’m moaning and whimpering at his ministrations. My body feels like it’s on an electric charge, because everywhere he touches, I feel it all the way down to my toes.

  He drops the loofah, sliding his hands down my body, parting my legs and slowly working the hard nub at my core. He brings me to the edge and back again. Over and over, until I’m begging him for completion. When I can’t bear it anymore, he finally gives it to me, allowing me to come, and I convulse around his hand.

  Satiated, I lie back against him. We lie there for I don’t know how long. The water starts to get cold, but he lets some out and starts running the hot again. It’s like neither one of us want to move; we’re completely happy just like this.

  “You awake?” he asks me.

  “Yeah,” I say huskily. His hand is caressing my belly and it’s doing all kinds of odd things to me.

  “Are you excited?” He cups me then, gesturing to my pregnant belly that’s not showing yet.

  I tell him truthfully, “Yeah. I am. I want to be a mom.”

  His other hand lazily
tweaks my nipple that is bobbing in the water. “You’ll be a great mom.”

  That’s something I’ve been worried about. I know I want to have this baby. There’s no doubt about that, but I’ve never had someone else that depended on me. What if I screw it up? “You don’t know that.”

  He tilts to one side, turning my head to face him. “I know you will be. Look at how you look out for everyone at the club. You’re like a momma bear to all of us. I know you’re going to be a good mom, Rox.”

  His words almost bring me to tears. He’s taken a worry I’ve had and completely fixed it with just a few words. “What about you?” I ask him.

  “What about me?”

  I turn around then, not wanting him to read my face. “Do you ever want to be a dad?”

  His hands tighten against me. “Yeah.” His voice is deep and husky. He clears his throat. “Yeah, I want to be a dad.”

  Do it, do it now, Tell him he’s the father, I say to myself. But I don’t have the guts to say it out loud to him. I lean back, pulling his arms around me. “You would be a great one.”

  He doesn’t say anything to that. We sit there for the longest time, until I finally fall asleep against him. The next thing I remember is him waking me up and caring for me. He dries me off, pulls one of his T-shirts over my head, and props me up in the bed. He brings the sandwiches to me and we have a picnic, lounging on the bed. He’s so sweet to me. I’ve loved this hardcore biker for as long as I’ve known him. And this soft side that he’s showing me is pulling me in even deeper.

  When I fall asleep, I’m held in his arms. He’s pulled me so close to him, I’m almost lying completely on top of him. “I’m too big, I’m going to smother you.”

  His hands slide down my back, pulling my shirt up as he cups my bare ass. He holds me to him. “No. I want you close. I want you just like this.”