by Mj Fields
“I am, Grandma, I am.” His voice comes from deep in his belly.
When he brings it up, they all gasp, and he looks so damn happy it warms my heart, until I think about what he’s going to face soon.
“Dinner, Mags, definitely dinner.” He giggles.
When they get ready to start slicing that poor thing up, I tell them that I am going to mow the lawn. Mags laughs, and Gail looks at me with those cold, dark eyes. Juliana rolls her eyes, and I fight the urge to shove her in the lake, tied to a cement block.
While mowing the lawn, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and smile when I see who it is.
- You fished with Brand?
- I did...stalker.
- Mags knows I’m here.
- I didn’t say a word.
- Says she could tell because of your smile.
- Is that so?
- I’m convinced she has a tracking device implanted inside me somewhere.
- lol.
- You don’t have to mow the damn lawn.
- It’s part of my agreement.
- I know the owner, and he’d be happier if you’d just leave it alone.
- A contract’s a contract’s a contract.
- Stubborn as hell.
- It’s one of my better qualities.
- I’m bringing you dinner at dark.
Giddy, I feel giddy.
- How are things going with your brothers?
- Better than expected.
- Okay.
- Okay.
I shove the phone in my pocket and pull my shades back down, smiling like a fool as I get back to work.
When Mags is in bed, Brand reading her a story, I tell them both goodnight. Mags winks at me and wags her eyebrows, and I roll mine at her, causing her to laugh.
“Have a great night, honey girl.”
When I walk out, I hear footsteps behind me—heels. Could be one of two women I’m trying my best to avoid.
I walk a bit faster and quickly slip out the door.
As I’m all but running down the stairs, I hear her. Gail Falcon.
“Phoenix, a moment please.”
I stop and turn around to face her.
“I think you need to reconsider my offer. I know that you went to see my son. I will assume by the fact you returned back so quickly he used you for what he needed and then tossed you out.”
I cross my arms over my chest and bite my tongue harder than ever before to stop from telling her how wrong she is.
“Mags may want you here. I do not.”
I want to tell her I don’t care what she wants...so I do.
“I don’t care what you want. I have a lease until September, and if I choose to stay, I’m sure the owner will be more than happy I do.”
Without waiting for a response, I start walking, hearing her follow behind.
“You have no idea what I am willing to do for my family,” she says at my heels.
“And you have no idea what he’s willing to do,” I snap at her and immediately regret it.
She grabs my elbow and pulls me back. My fists ball at my side, and I use every bit of strength I have not to slug her in the nose like I did Juliana.
“What the hell does that mean!”
I quickly think of something to say. “Look what he’s already done for that little boy. Look at what he’s done! Do you have any clue how hard that is for a man like him?”
“You know nothing about him! Nothing! If you did, you’d run. You’d run so fast—”
“Take your fucking hands off her,” I hear from a distance, and then see Gage drop a bag as he runs toward us.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Gail gasps out, releasing my arm as he pulls me against his side
“It’s my fucking property. Now you, you and that bitch—”
“Brand,” I whisper reminding him of what’s important.
“Tomorrow, you and her are out. Brand stays. You hear me?”
“Gage, that’s not going to happen.” She shakes her head and looks at him like some sort of misbehaved child.
“I have fucking custody. Don’t you tell me what is and isn’t going to happen,” he snaps.
I watch his eyes. Wild, pained...hurt.
“That can easily be rectified,” she says, eyebrow slightly raised.
“You leave here with him, I’ll have kidnapping charges brought up against you.”
This shakes her slightly.
“You would never,” she gasps.
“You have no fucking clue what I would do. Try me.”
“Gage—”
“Get the fuck in that house and stay put!” he yells as his grip on me tightens.
“Who do you think you’re talking to like that, young man?” she spews back.
“I know exactly who the fuck I’m talking to. You and I, we’ll talk tomorrow. And trust me; I have no fucking problem going to every person you know about what I’ve learned about you.”
Her eyes widen, and she looks nervous. “Gage...”
“March your ass down the road, Mother,” he snarls.
I feel his body tremble in anger and put my arm around him. I look up at him, but he doesn’t look down. He continues to stare at her.
Once she’s out of sight, he closes his eyes for a moment, and then reaches into his pocket with the arm not still holding me like a damn vice, and pulls out his phone, hitting his messenger app with his thumb.
“Fuck,” he says, releasing me. However, I don’t let go of him as he sends two messages, giving me a sideways glance between them.
When he gets his replies, he slowly lets out the breath that he was holding and looks down at me.
“You good?”
I nod and force a smile.
“Fuck,” he says as he grabs me up and carries me into the cabin.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Blown...Away
Gage
I walk in and set her on the table, trying really damn hard to re-fucking-focus on what tonight is supposed to be—a date.
I start to step back when she grips my hips and pulls me forward, palming me through my jeans.
A hiss escapes my mouth as she starts to unbutton me.
“Phoenix,” I groan as she pulls me free.
She looks up and licks her lips before bending down to softly lick me.
“Baby, this is supposed to be—”
She wraps her lips around me and sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks.
I pull her hair back so I can watch as my cock slides in and out of her mouth.
She grips the base of my shaft and squeezes hard as she strokes me up and down, sucking as her tongue flattens against the back of my cock.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan out as she takes me deeper, my cock now fully erect. “Fuck yes.”
When her body jerks as she gags, I pull her hair back.
“You look fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, but...”
I stop when she spins her little ass around and lies back, looking up at me. She then licks her lips and says, “Take it.”
“Fuck,” I sigh as I shake my head, rubbing my thumb across her full, sexy lips.
She takes my hand in hers and pulls my thumb into her mouth, sucking hard. My cock twitches with need. Then she slides my thumb out, lets go of it, and then cups her tits and whispers, “Take it.”
She slides closer, head hanging over the table, opens her mouth, and I fucking take it.
She grabs my hips, pulling me closer, making me go deeper until I hit bottom. When I start to pull away, she squeezes my hips and swallows.
I roar out a pleasure-filled curse. “Fuck!”
She begins rocking me back and forth, sucking, licking, swallowing my cock.
I grab her tits and squeeze, making her whimper. Then I pull her tee-shirt up and unclasp her front clasped black lace bra.
I take her deep red nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pull, making her moan as I fuck her mouth, harder, deeper, faster.
She doesn’t fucking stop sucking, licking, and swallowing my cock.
“Best fucking head ever,” I groan as I roll her nipples between my fingers, and her hips buck.
I start to pull back, wanting inside her, but she squeezes my hips harder, pulling me back toward her.
“Take it,” she says with a mouthful of cock. “Now.”
I do. I fuck her beautiful face. I fuck it until my cock twitches and I jet off deeply inside it. Her throat closes around me as she swallows load after load.
When I completely empty, I slowly pull back as she tries to catch her breath. My saliva-slicked cock slides up her face, and she moans.
She. Fucking. Moans.
“I’m feeling...” I pause, knowing damn well what I think I’m feeling, but what the fuck is wrong with me?
“Feeling?” she asks, sitting up and fixing her shirt before turning toward me again.
“Christ, you just keep getting better.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“Did you take a fucking class or something?” I ask, staring at her lips.
“A what?”
“How many blowjobs have you given?”
Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops.
“Jesus Christ,” I say when I realize how fucking ridiculous I sound. “Fuck it, I don’t want to know. But you are never, ever, ever doing that again.”
Her eyes widen even more.
“With anyone but me. I forbid you to ever suck anyone else’s dick.” I point at her.
She sucks her lips in and covers her mouth.
“I’m not fucking around, Phoenix. We break up, you...I forbid it. End of story.”
She laughs now.
I throw my hands in the air. “It’s not a fucking joke.”
“If we break up? Are we ‘going out’?” She air quotes, and now I feel like a total fucking tool. “Should I change my relationship status on social media?”
I run my hand down my face and try to wrap my fucking brain around the fact that me, Gage fucking Falcon, businessman and father, just lost his shit.
“Yeah. Yes, we are ‘going out’,” I air quote that shit right back, and she giggles. “What?”
“You gotta ask,” she says.
“I gotta what?”
“You gotta ask me.”
“How about I just tell you that we’re together, and that no matter how much all this shit gets to you, you’re never fucking giving any other man a blowjob?”
Crisis averted.
As I reach for her, she smacks my hand away.
“I’ve never gotten flowers, except on prom, and I got them today.” She waves her hands around the cabin. “Now I’m gonna expect to be treated like a lady.”
“You do know you just swallowed ten inches, right?”
She looks down and whispers, “Ask me.”
I squat down and lift her chin. “Be mine.”
She looks up. “Only if you’ll be mine, too. No one else’s.”
I lean in to kiss her, but she leans back.
“I mean it. If I say yes, it means you never eat anyone’s pussy again, not ever.”
“Anyone except yours,” I correct her.
“Well, yeah.” She smiles.
“Definitely.” I lean in again.
She leans back. “Definitely what?”
“I’m yours.”
She grips my shoulders. “And I’m yours.”
I grab her bottom lip between my teeth and suck. When she opens to me, I kiss her softer, because now she’s fucking mine. Then I grab her and pull her up as I pull away from a kiss that’s a little less fucking urgent.
“I’m supposed to feed you.”
“Just did.” She kisses my lips softly then bites my lip, too.
I smile, or attempt to, and she smiles as she pulls away, then takes my face in her hands.
“You need to talk to me,” she says.
When I attempt to look away, she jerks my face back to hers.
“You’re mine, so you don’t get to keep it all inside.”
“Is that how this is gonna work?” I raise my eyebrow.
“It is, or I’ll take my talents and—”
“Don’t even say shit like that.” I squeeze her ass hard, and she squeals. I like the sound, so I do it again. She bites my damn shoulder, and I like that, too.
“Nothing you say is going to be any scarier than those two women are, and look at me. I’m not afraid.”
“Why the hell do they scare you?” I ask, setting her on the couch.
“Your ex is freaking gorgeous, and clearly will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. And your mother chased me up a road and grabbed me while trying to pay me off to leave here.”
“Juliana is a world-class bitch,” I tell her. “Nothing pretty about a bitch.”
“You want me to bring my ex here and see if the fact that he was the first person to have sex with me doesn’t bother you?”
“No one can fuck you like I can, and the same shit’s true about you. If you left right now, I can guarantee you, out of all the women I’ve fucked, you’d be the one I thought about every damn time I got hard. You’d be the one I jerked off to. You’d be it. I’d be done.”
Shit, I just fucking said that.
Fuck it.
“You’re the most beautiful piece of ass I’ve ever had, Phoenix, and I’m not saying that because I want to get laid.”
She rolls her eyes and looks away.
I reach down and pull her back to me. “I’ve got some wicked feelings for you. I can’t shake them, either. I don’t want to. As for my mother,” I say as I walk toward the door to grab the bag I dropped so we can eat. “She looks at you cross-eyed, and I’ll bury the bitch.”
When I come back in, she’s sitting in the same place I left her.
“You ready to eat?”
“I want to know what she has over you. She has said something twice now, warning me that I don’t know who you are.”
I set the bag down and walk over to her, holding my hand out. She takes it, and I pull her up.
“You asked me how I could forgive my brother. You asked, and I’m gonna tell you. This goes to the grave, you understand?”
Jesus, I hope to hell I’m right about her. I fucking know I am, but this...This is harder than hell.
I pull out a chair, and she sits. Then I reach into the bag and pull out a container of Barbeque chicken and another of pulled pork, and set it down. I reach behind me and pull a chair closer to her and sit while I grab the rest of the shit out of the bag, including a container of Mags’ moonshine.
“Take a drink.” I hand it to her.
“Oh, no. No way,” she says.
I take one instead.
“No clue what she thinks she has on me, best guess is it’s Brand, but she hasn’t a shot in hell with that. However, you should know, lots of bad shit went down when we lived in Portugal. I won’t go into specifics, but someone was hurting Garrett. I threatened him, and Garrett made me promise never to tell. The man didn’t leave, so I threw a fucking rock and it hit him. He went down hard; landed on a hammer.” I stop and take another drink, closing my eyes and sitting back. “He never got up.”
Dead silence.
I open my eyes to find her just staring at me blankly.
“That rock could have killed him. If it didn’t, the rock caused the fall that did.”
I take another drink, regretting opening my fucking mouth now that she’s not saying a damn thing.
“You gonna run?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“You sure?” I ask, needing the same fucking answer.
“I’m sure,” she answers, pulling her feet up on the chair and resting her chin on her knees.
“Well, say something.”
“Did you get in trouble?”
I shake my head.
“Does she know he was being hurt?”
I shake my head again.
“Are you okay with wh
at happened? Do you feel guilty?”
And this answer is where I find out if she’s going to run or not.
“Not one damn bit.”
She stares at me again. “Hey, Gage?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got some wicked feels for you, too.”
“I’m glad.”
We sit staring at each other, both trying to figure out what the other is thinking. My heart is banging so loud against my chest I am sure she can hear it, and she’s getting that look in her eyes.
I reach out to take her hand and, as soon as we touch, lips mash together, hands rub everywhere, and clothes start flying.
We fuck.
Lying on the floor, buck naked and panting, totally fucking exhausted, she curls up against me, and I pull her closer.
“I’m never leaving here,” she pants out.
“That’s good, ‘cause I’m never letting you go.”
I wake up to her staring at me.
“Morning,” I say.
“You’re scary sexy.”
I nod. “Only scary if you fuck with what’s mine or what I love.”
She nods and puts her hand down, resting her chin on it.
“You needn’t worry; you fall into that category.”
She smiles.
“You’re scary sexy, too,” I tell her.
“Only if you fuck with what’s mine or those I love.”
“Does that cover me?”
She nods, and now I smile.
“You do know, when a man tells you he could have killed someone and would do it again, that it should freak you the fuck out and not end in hot fucking sex on the floor, right?”
“Most men it would. Not you. You’re a better man.”
“You bet your ass I am. And you are one hell of a little woman.”
“You bet your ass I am.”
After making coffee, pancakes, and fucking in the shower, the date is officially over.
“So, how did I do?” I ask as we walk out of the cabin and I take her hand.
She laughs. “You’ll need to be more specific.”
“The date. I mean, I know it started out rough, but what did you think?”
She laughs and nods. “I want another date. Tonight.”
“You cook, and I’ll eat this time.”
“Deal.” She squeezes my hand.
As we get closer to the house, I see Brand. And when he sees me, he starts running full speed.