by Mj Fields
“Christ, Phoenix.” He bends to kiss me, but I dodge him.
I hear that chuckle again and look behind me as Gage mumbles curses at me for avoiding his attempt at a kiss.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I yell at the other man.
Gage follows my line of vision and laughs. “He has many.”
“Don’t we all.” The guy smiles, and that’s when I see a similarity in them.
Oh hell, it’s his brother, the younger one.
Gage looks down at me, his eyes liquefying, and thrusts his covered erection into my belly. “Some of us bigger than others.”
“Get over yourself,” I grumble as I attempt to push him off me.
“You save my life and now you’re trying to get me killed?” he jokes.
“Well, get on the damn sidewalk like a normal person.”
“You come with me, and I will.”
I roll my eyes, and he smiles, taking my hand and pulling me behind him.
When I step up onto the sidewalk, he points at the man. “Grayson, this is Phoenix. She lives at Falcon’s Landing.”
“Is that so? Never heard of her. Oh, wait, that’s not true. We’ve listened to you talk about her for the past three hours.” Grayson laughs as he holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Phoenix.”
I hesitate while I let what his brother just said set in. He’s talked about me?
I put my hand out. “Hi.”
Gage points toward the building up ahead. “Guy with the cigarette; that’s our other brother, Garrett.”
I freeze, looking up at Gage. He seems unaffected by the fact that this asshole is Brand’s father.
“What?” he asks as I stare at him, trying to figure out what to say.
“I met Brand today,” I tell him.
“You what?”
“Yep, I also met your mother and that bitch again, too.” I look back at Garrett and I whisper, “And I know.”
He stares at me, no longer smiling. I can see the gears in his head turning, and then he says, “Where?”
“Well, Brand came into your room where I was sleeping. Juliana followed him.”
“Fuck,” he sighs out.
“What the hell is going on, Gage?” I ask, feeling confused by the way he’s acting, and feeling like I may cry.
He looks past me. “You two wanna give us a couple minutes before you come up?”
They both nod.
“Come on, Phoenix.” He drags me into the building Garrett is leaning against.
“You’re a dick,” I say as we walk past him.
“You’ve got that right,” Garrett smarts back.
“Easy, little ninja,” Gage whispers. He stops and looks at Garrett. “You good?”
“Never been better,” he says, lighting another cigarette off the one he’s currently smoking.
Gage nods. “See you in a bit.”
“Wouldn’t think of leaving.” Garrett chuckles, and Gage actually smiles at him.
What the hell?
“Gage...” I begin.
“Not here, dammit.” His voice is authoritative and sexy as he grips my hips and guides me in front of him. I forget to be upset.
I hardly notice the beautiful lobby, or all the people buzzing around us, too busy looking up over my shoulder at him.
I’m so screwed. So damn screwed.
Get it together.
“Gage...” I begin again.
He leans down and, in a husky tone, whispers, “Not another fucking word.”
He guides us into the elevator, releasing one of my hips while griping the other harder as he grabs a card from his pocket and holds it over the elevator’s sensor.
As people enter the elevator, he puts his hand on my other hip and walks us backward to the corner. Then, when the door closes, he pulls me even closer, and I feel his hard body against mine.
As the elevator stops on the second floor, he moves his hand up under my shirt, slowly gliding his fingers up my spine, and then I feel him quickly unhook my bra.
I look over my shoulder at him, and the heat in his mystical eyes intensifies.
He drops his hands, and I feel his fingertips start at the hem of my skirt and slowly gliding up the back of my legs. My eyes widen as he licks his lower lip slowly.
I swallow hard and turn away from the sexiest man I have ever seen. A man I have had countless times, a man who fucked me for three days straight, and did it unapologetically. A man who was hurting and I didn’t even know it.
Dammit.
I reach behind me and grip his wrists, trying to stop the ascent to my ass, but he’s persistent. When I feel his hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them while pulling me tight against his covered cock, I cave to his need and accept mine.
I push back against him as I look up at the numbered lights.
Seven.
“Fourteen, baby, we’re on fourteen.”
He dips his finger from my ass cheek to underneath the waistband of the nicest panties I own.
Fuck you, Juliana, I think.
With his left hand, he grips my ass tightly, while running the finger on the right down the crack of my ass until it rubs against my asshole.
I start to pull away, but he grips harder while continuing to rub his finger up and down against it.
I look over my shoulder and shake my head back and forth as he slowly nods with his lip between his teeth.
He leans in and whispers, “My tongue is going to touch every fucking part of you.”
I shake slightly at the threat, or is it a promise? God, I can’t even think straight when his hands are on me.
When the last person exits on the twelfth floor, I am literally trembling and wet. So fucking wet.
He turns me to face him, and I rest my forehead against his chest. He starts to remove my shirt.
“Gage,” I try to stop him.
“You think I’d strip you naked if one motherfucker could see you?”
I look up to see if there are cameras as he pulls my shirt up.
“Lift your fucking arms,” he says in an almost angry tone.
I do.
He shoves my shirt in his pocket, then grips my ass and lifts me.
When we are eye to eye, he traces my lips with his tongue, and I don’t even try to hold back the moan. Then he begins lifting me higher as he traces his tongue down my body, between my tits, down my waist, and then dips it into my belly button. Then I feel it between my thighs.
I grab his shoulders to steady myself, and he grips beneath my left leg and lifts it over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna fall,” I gasp out.
“You better hold tight,” he warns.
I look down as I tighten my grip while he lifts the right leg.
“Gage, it’s not—”
I gasp when he pushes his face between my legs and inhales deeply.
“I’m going to eat you fucking raw,” he groans then inhales again.
The elevator dings and he starts walking out.
“Duck.”
I look back to see what he’s referring to and immediately duck down, wrapping my arms around his shoulder.
Once in what I hope is his place, he begins swiping his tongue up and down my lace panties
“Damn, I...Gage...” I fist his hair, and he hisses then sucks so hard my back arches and I nearly fall.
“Fuck,” he says, looking up at me.
“Down,” I whimper. “Put me down.”
He slowly lowers me, sliding his tongue up my body as he does. When it hits my lips, he hauls me closer and takes my mouth. I whimper as his tongue strokes up and down slowly as he continues carrying me farther into the apartment.
One arm is tight around my body, holding me. His other hand is fisted in my hair at the roots. And it feels so damn good.
When I wrap my legs around him, he bites my lower lips.
“My girl. Mine.”
“Oh, God,” I whimper as he sucks on my lip.
My back hits the bed, and
then he stands up, pulls my skirt off, and rips my pretty panties. He steps back, holding them firmly to his face before putting them in his mouth as he pulls his shirt over his head, and tosses it on the floor. Then he pulls my panties out of his mouth.
“All fours, baby,” he tells me as he kicks off his shoes. Then he starts to unbutton his pants, his eyes fixed on mine. “Now.”
I do as I’m told, knowing damn well what I’m getting, and I want him so fucking badly.
My girl. Mine...Was it an imagined desire, the sound of my blood rushing to my throbbing clit, or did he actually say that?
When he scrapes his teeth down my ass cheek, I tense. When he licks upward, my back arches.
“Fuck yes,” he says, gripping my ass hard, then spreading me and licking down my entirety. “Mmm...Fuck yes.”
He presses his tongue harder against me as he licks up and down again and again. When he stops, I fall forward onto my elbows, ass still high in the air.
“Crawl up to the headboard really fucking slow.”
The need, desire, want in his voice demands action, so I crawl.
“Hands on the headboard and hold on tight.” He slides onto the bed and lifts one of my knees as he slides under me, face between my legs.
“What...?”
He grips my hips and looks up at me. “Ride.”
“What?” I gasp.
He smacks my ass. “Fucking take it.” Then he pulls me down on his face and begins licking me, fucking me with his tongue, sucking on my clit.
I don’t even care that I am sitting on his face. I don’t care that he’s licked every part of me. I don’t care about anything but how much I want him and how much he wants me.
I take it. I ride. I grind onto his face as he groans, licks, sucks and...
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oh, Gage!”
I come hard, so fucking hard that my knees clench around his head, yet he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop for a second as my orgasm grows stronger, and then he grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to kiss me.
I taste myself on him, and I like it. I like that he tastes like me. I suck on his tongue, and he groans. I suck harder then pull away, dragging my teeth down his tongue, making him hiss.
“Christ, Phoenix, turn around,” he says as he works on what I assume is his belt.
“What?”
“Turn around and suck my dick. Fucking lipstick stains, I want ’em.”
I climb off and watch as he strokes himself, moaning as I lick my lips.
“Take it.”
I lean over and lick the pre-cum off the head of his cock, and it twitches as he groans, “Phoenix, take it.”
I grip him and begin to stroke him as I suck. His hand tightens, squeezing it harder and guiding it up and down.
“Just like that...Just fucking like that.” He thrusts into my mouth, and I gag.
Drool drips down my chin, and he swipes it up with his finger and pushes it into my mouth. Then he thrusts again and again and again.
I pull back, panting and gasping for air. Then he pushes his fingers into me harshly, and I cry out, his fingers moving faster, hitting that spot that...
“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimper as I feel another orgasm approaching. I stroke him harder.
“You gonna come, baby?” he asks as he grips my hair and pushes me back toward his cock.
I don’t answer. I want him in my mouth. I want to taste his skin, his need, his cum.
I lick his thick, hard, beautiful cock before sucking hard as I watch his jaw tighten and his eyes...His gorgeous eyes are wild now.
He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks on them.
That feeling that I have felt for ten days...That empty feeling comes back.
“Tastes so fucking good.” He pushes a finger, and then another, inside me, thrusting in and out. “Give it to me, Phoenix.”
I continue sucking faster, taking him deeper, gagging myself, and it feels so damn good.
He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them again. “Your pussy tasted damn good before, but fuck if it isn’t sweeter today.”
I pull my mouth away from him and gasp for air as I tell him, “Berries. Lots and lots of—”
He growls as he grabs my ass and pulls me closer. “I’m gonna fill your mouth, and it’s gonna be one hundred proof and undiluted. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.”
I suck harder as he brings me down on his face. He thrusts; I grind. He growls; I moan. I suck; he licks. Then he pushes his fingers inside me as his tongue flicks against my clit over and over again. He runs his fingers up and down my pussy, my ass coating me with my own wetness, and I take more of him deep in my throat. His groan vibrates against me as I feel his finger against my ass.
I release him from my mouth as I stroke him faster and faster.
“Deep breath in,” he orders, and I do as he asks. “Now release and relax.” He pushes his finger into my ass, and I tense. “Trust me, dammit. Relax.”
I do, and as his finger slides inside of me, another enters the front. Then he sucks on my clit, and I am gone.
I suck and lick greedily at him, wanting him to feel the same pleasure I am. I reach between his legs and roll his heavy balls in my hand then lick them.
“Fuck yes,” he groans.
When I suck one into my mouth, he curses my name. I push into his hand as I suck the other.
His cock twitches in my hand and more pre-cum coats the massive tip. I lick it, and suck and stroke, and roll his balls as he eats me and fucks every part of me with his hand and tongue.
I fall apart.
And just when I think my orgasm has ended, a stronger one rolls through me. I grind against him.
“Fuck, baby. Oh, fuck,” he groans.
His first burst of hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow quickly, continuing to suck and pump him. The next hits, and I swallow it, and then the next, and the next.
“Fuck,” he says softer. “Jesus, Phoenix.”
I continue stroking him, slowing down as the kisses between my legs become softer. I lick him from root to tip over and over again.
His fingers leave me as I suck lighter. Each time I do, he twitches in my mouth, and I love it. I love the feeling that I am making him respond like that.
He cups my ass gently. Reverently, he kisses each cheek.
I lay my head on his thick, strong thigh as my strokes become slower and slower.
“Un-fucking-real,” he whispers. “Un. Fucking. Real.”
He grips my hand, stopping all movement, and then pulls me up toward him, pressing my head onto his chest. I hear his heart beating wildly as he strokes my hair and kisses my head.
“You have no idea how fucking badly I needed you,” he whispers as he takes my hand, linking our fingers together then holding them to his mouth, kissing and then sucking on my knuckles.
“I needed you, too,” I admit, and he sighs.
Chapter Twenty
Hurt
Gage
This little woman lying on my chest knows about Garrett and has met both him and Grayson. She’s met my son, my mother, and she’s faced Juliana alone.
I kiss her head again and inhale the scent of her shampoo.
She is rubbing up and down my waist, and it feels damn good to be touched like this. Not nearly as good as her sucking my cock like she couldn’t get enough. Same way I ate her. I damn sure couldn’t get enough. It was good, really fucking good.
She wants me as fucking badly as I want her, and I haven’t felt that way in years. Hell, I’m not sure I have ever felt this way. Felt this much. I thought I did back in school, but needs change, life changes, secrets are revealed, people run, and others get pushed away.
She ran to me.
I’m fucking pissed at myself for not caving into what I wanted—her—and running to her. I think I am, anyway.
I’m fucking confused, but I am damn sure glad she’s here.
“Fuck, I’m glad you came,” I say ag
ainst her head.
“Me, too.” She yawns.
“Tired?”
I feel her nod against my chest.
“Then sleep.”
She sighs. “I’m trying, but you keep talking.”
As I chuckle silently, she looks up at me, her hand on my chest, her chin resting on it.
“Do you want to talk?”
I shake my head.
“Can I?” she asks.
“Can I stop you?” I push a fallen strand of hair away from those nearly black eyes.
“I’d shove an elbow into your ribs if I had the energy.”
“I’d fuck the hell out of you if I did.”
She smirks and lays her head back down.
“Brand is totally adorable,” she says on a yawn.
“Yeah, I know.”
“He’s missing you.”
“I miss him, too.”
She looks up again. “Then come back.”
“I will.”
“When?”
I shrug. “When Garrett is ready to face it.”
“Why are you being so easy on him?”
“It’s a long story, Phoenix.”
“Will you ever tell me?”
“It’s not a fairy tale or a bedtime story.”
She pokes me in the chest. “Did you forget who I am?”
I shake my head again.
“Okay, then, when you’re ready, I’d like you to tell me...if you want to.”
“Feel like taking a nap, and then fucking?” I ask.
“Yeah, but then I gotta leave. Mags needs me.”
So do I, I think. So do I.
The nap, it doesn’t happen.
The fucking does, though.
I wake up smelling her, smelling her and me, and I’m pitching a sheet tent like a twelve-year-old boy, but bigger.
I reach over to grab what I swear is mine, yet it’s gone.
I sit up and look around, seeing a note on the nightstand.
- Call me.
Son of a bitch.
I grab my phone and hit my favorites list. She was on top, but now, after this shit, she’s made it to the bottom.
“Hey,” she answers, like me calling is no big thing.
“You playing a game here?” I immediately ask.
“Game?”
“My dick’s hard, and you’re not here. That’s fucked up, squirt.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just following your lead,” she says, again, like it’s no big fucking deal.