by Fields, MJ
“Mmm,” he groans as he licks me.
“I’m gonna fall,” I cry.
“Don’t you let go,” he demands as he pushes his tongue inside of me.
“Oh, oh, God.”
He grips my ass so tight I know it will bruise, but I don’t care.
One hand on the cord, the other tangled in his hair, I whimper as he licks me deeper, sucks hard, and pulls me tighter against his face.
Thunder rolls around us as he continues eating me, licking me, sucking me, causing my body to catch fire.
His groans, and the vibration causes more sensation.
I let go of the cord and fist his hair with both hands.
He keeps licking as he walks. Well, I think we’re moving. Oh, God, I don’t know. It’s slower now, and not inside of me. It’s everywhere. Every crevice, every hypersensitive inch of me, and then he nudges my clit, and I start to fall backward.
He catches the back of my head as my back hits cold metal. Lightning flashes, and I look up at him. His hair is wild, his jaw tight, his eyes dark.
Desire.
Dark.
Lightning flashes again, and I see him as he pulls his shirt off with one hand. He is beautiful and dark. All man.
Thunder rumbles loudly all around as he grips the back of my neck gently. He pulls me up, and then quickly I am down. Not on cold metal anymore, but on his shirt.
Hands grip me behind my knees, and then I am pulled lower and spread completely.
“I’m gonna eat you.” His tone is raw need.
A million worries flood my mind. Is this really happening? Do I look okay down there? Did I shave this morning? Am I fresh? I have never had a man between my legs like this. Oh, God, what if I’m gross?
Lightning strikes as he buries his face between my legs, and I look down, trying not to cry out my pleasure.
He is engulfing every part of me, consuming me, kissing, licking, nibbling on me. The sounds he makes erase all worry.
Worry gone.
Heaven.
I grind against his face as he pulls me even closer, digging his fingers almost painfully into my flesh. The feeling is euphoric, exhilarating. I want more. I want everything. I want it all.
His tongue lays against my clit for the first time, and electricity surrounds me.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes,” I cry out as lightning strikes, and he stops.
Shit.
I look down to see his jaw is tense as he pushes a finger inside me.
“Oh, God,” I cry as he pushes in and pulls out slowly at first, then fast. “Oh, yes!”
“Fucking need you,” he says as his mouth touches me again. He sucks my clit as he fucks me with his big, long fingers.
“Yes, yes. Oh, yes!”
Lightning strikes again, and I see him. I see hunger, need, desire, sex. I see sex and Gage, and want. And God help me, I want him inside me now.
“Fuck me,” I pant. “Now, dammit. Fuck me.”
He doesn’t stop.
Another finger pushes inside me, and I cry out.
He licks, then sucks, and I fall apart.
Minutes? Hours? Days? I don’t know how long he continues, but he does as promised. He eats me until I can’t move if I wanted to.
I hear his panting breath, his fingers working me slower now.
My shirt rises, and he squeezes my breast then pulls it out of the bra cup and sucks. He sucks so hard that it hurts, but it hurts so damn deliciously, like the rest of my body.
He moves to the next and does the same.
When he stops, I open my eyes and see the lights flickering.
He stands up and looks down at me, eyes cascading slowly down my body, watching as he pulls his fingers out of my sore pussy.
“You look amazing,” he sneers.
I lie still, waiting for him to take me like I begged him to. The lights are now fully on, and he hasn’t made a move.
Feeling vulnerable, I start to close my legs.
He turns around, putting his back to me.
“Gage?”
He looks over his shoulder.
“Um?”
He smiles a slow, sexy as sin smile. “Lights are back on. I need to get this job done, and you need to go get cleaned up for work. You’re covered in sawdust, saliva, and the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.”
“Are you for real right now?”
He looks at his watch. “You got an hour before you need to be behind that bar. When I fuck that tight, little pussy, it’s gonna take me that long to get all the way in, and then another hour to make sure you like it enough that you’ll be begging for more. I’ve tasted you, squirt. That pussy is mine while I’m here. You good?” He turns around now. I assume to see my reaction.
I look down at my sore tits and gasp.
“When that fucker, who may or may not have some sort of x-ray vision, is staring at your tits tonight, he’ll see they’re taken.”
“Oh, my God,” I say, not sure if I should laugh, tell him he’s a freaking Neanderthal, or feel excited about the possibilities.
“Phoenix, I’m not fucking around.”
I have no words, not one.
“Get going before I make you call in.”
I walk out of the barn, pause in shock, and yell, “NO!”
I hear footsteps and his groan, “Fuck.”
I want to cry. I want to cry because I worked my ass off to buy my dream vehicle, my red Jeep Wrangler, and it has a tree laying across it.
I look back at Gage, knowing I am on the verge of tears.
“It’ll be okay, squirt.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder. “We have insurance.”
“But...But it’s my baby,” I say, which makes him laugh. “It’s not funny.”
“No, I guess not. But it’s something that can be fixed.”
“But I have to go to work.” I step away from his warm comfort and toward my baby.
He walks around it with me. “Easy fix. Looks like it’s just the soft top.”
“And a freaking tree, Gage!” I look up at him. “A freaking tree is in my Jeep.”
“That’s a freakin’ problem,” he says with a laugh.
“It is.” I try to be pissed at him, but fail miserably. His laugh, his smile are both are contagious.
“We’ll figure it out.” He looks back at the wood, then me. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Gonna get you some working wheels.”
I follow him to yet another barn, one I haven’t ventured into since being here.
“You drive stick?”
I have a smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue when he looks back.
“I’ll teach you.”
“I hope so.”
He stops dead in his tracks and turns around. He has that look again. So damn sexy.
“When are you off again?”
“Two days,” I tell him, my stomach doing that thing again.
“Good. I’m gonna get shit done around here, and then I’m going to tear you apart.”
“You’re trying to scare me,” I say quietly.
“No, Phoenix. I’m just telling you like it is.”
Chapter Nine
My Babies
Gage
I force myself to turn around, away from her. It’s like fighting a giant. Not easy. I have fought and won battles physically harder than this.
This fucking draw, this need, this white-hot heat in my balls every time she’s around is a force like no other.
I have fucking won. She has said as much. Now I just have to make sure I can do her right, physically and mentally.
I punch in the code and the garage door opens. I can’t help smiling at the sight in front of me.
“Oh, my God, are these all yours?” Phoenix asks from behind me.
I nod. “Yep. Now we gotta pick which one of these you’ll be driving.”
“I am not driving one of those things. No way.” She has disbelief in her voice.
I look over at her. “Why?”
“They’re old,” she says.
“Classics,” I correct.
“Yeah, well, what if one gets scratched or dented or—”
I cover her mouth with my hand, and she laughs at me.
“Don’t say shit like that in front of them,” I tell her, uncovering her mouth quickly.
She’s still laughing.
I roll my eyes and look at them. All my beauties.
“You’ll be fine. Just gotta pick one that’s automatic, because the driver isn’t experienced with the stick.”
I get an elbow as she walks past me and right to the Black Pontiac GTO.
“Stick?” she asks.
I nod.
Also, the only thing I have of my dad’s.
“Stick?” She points at the blue convertible Olds Cutlass with the white stripes on the hood.
I nod.
“Okay, so what are my choices?” she asks, now smiling.
“Yellow Plymouth Road Runner is automatic.”
“The banana looking one?”
“Easy,” I say, walking over to the car she just insulted.
“I appreciate the offer, but I can’t drive one of these.”
I look back at her, some sort of relief sweeping over me. She must see it because she laughs.
“I’ll drive you in. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, now go get your ass ready for work.”
She heads up the driveway, and I watch her walk. When she looks back, I look the fuck away. I want her so fucking bad right now that, if she gives me one of those looks, I’m going to take her ass right on the dirt road.
I carry the cut wood to the deck then head to the pickup to get her going, pulling up to the front of the cabin just as she’s walking out. I don’t like that she’s wearing a tit-hugging tee-shirt, but I can’t say fuck not about it.
I get out and walk around the car to open the door, and she looks at me oddly.
“Get your ass in or you’ll be really late,” I tell her.
I shut the door behind her and start to walk around. Then I decide she’s going to learn to drive a stick.
When I open the passenger side, she gives me that same confused look.
“Move over, Phoenix. You’re gonna learn how to drive stick today.”
“No. No, I’m not,” she says as she crosses her arms and looks straight ahead.
“I’m not fucking around,” I tell her.
She looks back at me stubbornly. “I’m—”
I scoop her ass up and push her over.
“You can’t make me.” She narrows her eyes at me.
“No, sure can’t. But we can sit here until you decide how late you really wanna be, and then do what you know you need to do.”
“Fine.” She looks away from me and grips the wheel.
“First thing you need to learn is the stick. You need to know your gears. This one’s easy. Four gears and a reverse. That stick won’t move easy unless you push the clutch on the floor. You use neutral when you start the car. When we’re going, the sound of the engine and the RPM’s on this”—I point to the dash—“tell you when to shift.”
“You’ll tell me, too,” she instructs.
“As long as you promise to feel it.”
She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help laughing.
“Trust me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Squirt, trust me.” I nod toward the ignition. “Put it in neutral. Foot on the brake.”
I watch her as she starts it up, looking deep in thought.
Sexy.
“Slide it into first, slowly let off the clutch, and—”
I laugh when the truck jerks forward and stalls. She doesn’t.
She starts to open the door to get out. I grab her thigh and hold her still.
Her face is red as she looks down.
“While letting off the clutch, give it some gas.”
“You could have told me that,” she huffs.
I bite back the comment that I tried but it was too late. She mentioned once that she ended up here because she was getting away from shit. If I’m reading her right, the need to be pretty fucking perfect is one of those things.
“Phoenix, happens every time. You’re gonna do just fine. Turn her over again.”
She nods, puts it in neutral, grips the wheel with one hand, turns the key, and eases the clutch, brake, and taps the gas.
“Fucking perfect,” I say, giving her knee a squeeze, and she smiles.
When the engine revs, she glances at me.
“Clutch, shift to second, and no worries.”
She shifts to second, her smile growing. I can almost visibly see a weight lifting off her shoulders.
I have her put it in neutral and coast to a stop. When I start to give her instructions, she says, “I got it.”
And she does.
I watch her concentration, her struggle, her excitement the whole damn ride.
When she pulls into the parking lot at the bar, she stalls it and gets pissed. Which, for some unbeknownst reason, is a turn on.
I bite back a grin as she starts it up and pulls into a parking spot.
“You did it,” I say, reaching over and squeezing her knee.
“No big deal.” She shrugs.
But I know different.
I get out of the truck and walk over to the driver’s side while she gets out.
“What time do you want me to come get you?”
“I can find a ride.”
Just then, a Ford pickup pulls in, and I see the fuck who stares at her tits.
I lean over, plant a kiss on the top of her head, and watch the son of a bitch’s jaw drop.
“What the heck, Gage?” she says, stepping back.
I pay it no mind while I watch the asshole still staring at us.
I get an elbow as she starts to walk around me.
“What?” I ask.
“What?” she mocks in a deep tone.
“Maybe he’ll leave you the fuck alone now.”
“He’s harmless,” she huffs. “Don’t pull that shit on me again.”
“Ate your pussy out”—elbow again, but it doesn’t stop me from continuing—“an hour ago. Plan on eating it on the regular. He needs to back off.”
“Grow up,” she grumbles as she walks by.
“What time can I pick you up?” I call behind her.
She flips me off.
“So, one o’clock?” I laugh.
She shakes her head and keeps walking.
And yeah, I watch her.
I spent the day keeping my focus on the ramp. Now Mags can get in the front door without any issue. Made sure I could take it down and move it to her cabin when she really starts getting pissed that I’m making her stay with me, but I give zero fucks and I told her so on the phone just moments ago.
Now I sit on my back deck with a cold glass of tea, looking up at the stars with my computer on my lap, ordering a hard top for that Jeep. I can’t believe she only has the soft top. There’s a ton of other cool shit for it, too.
After I take care of that, I hit my email and check in on the shit going on with Falcon Construction. We are spread out doing seven jobs in the city. Four are commercial with the others being residential work. Two are apartments just below my penthouse, and I’m trying really hard to let my very capable crews take care of it all. However, I make suggestions. A lot of them. I don’t ever want half-assed work to be done by my company. That’s the reason I hire the best of the best, and then work side by side with them for a few goddamn months so they can get better.
Took a solid year to build the crew I have now. Did it for Brand.
I look at the time and see it’s only ten-thirty. Not late enough to head down to get Phoenix and too late to call my boy and check in.
It was suggested that I only call once a week, like summer camp shit, but it’s fucking killing me. I made her promise me that she would let him call if he asked to
. He hasn’t yet. I assume he’s trying to be strong, just like he and I discussed.
How the fuck can I expect him to be when I can’t stand it? Kids are resilient, they say. Well, who the fuck are they?
When I pull into the bar, it’s pretty damn busy, and it’s only just midnight.
When I walk in, the motherfucker is sitting in that stool, and unfortunately, there is no free stool next to him. He and I, we are going to get acquainted.
I sit at the end of the bar where Phoenix spots me. I nod, she nods, and then she turns to talk to Mandee.
Mandee comes over and asks me what I would like to drink.
“I see how this is gonna go,” I mumble to myself as I sit down in the stool. “Jameson on the rocks.”
She smiles up through all that hair and nods.
I lean in and ask quietly, “She won’t wait on me?”
“She’s busy down there.” She nods to her right. “Those three women are having a girls’ night out. All divorced. They like her.”
I nod and look down as all four of them look at me. “She talking shit about me?”
She shrugs as she sets a glass of ice on the bar. “Not sure.”
I sit back, and she pours my drink.
“Thanks, Mandee.”
“You’re welcome, Gage.”
I watch Phoenix interact with people as I sip on my drink. I also watch that fuck look at me, then her, then me. I give him a nod and a smirk. Okay, I give him a fucking look. A look that means I fucking see him.
Then she makes her way down to me.
“I told you I could get a ride home.”
“I brought you here; I’ll take you home.”
She grabs the bottle under the bar and fills my drink.
“I’m driving precious cargo. Easy on the pour.”
“The ladies down there think you’re hot. They want to buy you a drink.”
“Don’t care what they think. I wanna know what you think.”
She holds her hand up and turns it side to side a little. “Eh.”
It makes me laugh, and she smiles.
“Thank them for me, but feel free to tell them I’m already seeing someone.”
“You are?” She chuckles.
“Fine, I’m not seeing her. I’m enjoying getting her off.”
She smirks. “Maybe they’d like a lap ride, too.”
“You want me to give them one?” I nod my head, needing her to answer accordingly.
She shrugs.