Hers

by Becca Jameson

  When Gage’s finger trailed down the space between her pussy and her ass, she moaned. She should be embarrassed to find his touch so arousing, but she couldn’t remember how to find anything he did mortifying. Two seconds later, her arousal shot out of this world when his finger pressed into her ass and stroked upward toward her channel.

  Kayla moaned long and loud as her second orgasm washed through her body. It lasted forever, the pulsing of both channels clenching at Gage’s finger and tongue. She was lost. Totally and irrevocably a goner to Gage Holland.

  •●•

  Kayla woke up early the next morning before Gage, little wonder considering how long she’d slept the day before. It was still dark outside. In fact, she had no idea what time it was, but there was enough light to assume the sun was thinking about making an appearance. She could hear Thor rustling around on the floor, and she was glad he hadn’t decided to sleep on the bed with them this time because she had plans that didn’t involve his furry self getting in the way.

  Gage’s huge frame was snuggled against her, as usual. The man was hot and suffocating when they slept. He had one leg tossed over hers, as usual, and one arm draped over her belly, as usual, his hand cupping her breast in a way that made her immediately come alive. In fact, his thumb rested on her nipple by coincidence, though Gage clearly had no idea because he was breathing heavily in deep sleep.

  Kayla shifted slowly out of his clutches, biting her lip to keep from moaning as his thumb dragged across her erect nipple. She had no idea how she managed to accomplish it, but somehow she nudged Gage onto his back and slithered down his body, taking the sheet with her until she could see his entire glorious frame at rest.

  Normally there was no way she would be able to accomplish such a thing. Gage didn’t seem like the kind of guy who slept hard. He was often jumpy and alert way before her, but luck was on her side this morning, and she made her way down to his cock.

  For a minute she stared at him, amazed at how erect he could be in sleep. He wasn’t completely engorged—she’d seen him enough times to know that much—but not far from it. She hesitated longer than she wanted to admire his damn fine body.

  What she ever saw in Simon, she had no idea. Simon had been fit for sure. He was a military man after all, but he was nowhere near as ruggedly built as Gage. Nor had the asshole engaged in any unnecessary extra exertion. He did what was strictly required by the Navy and nothing more. He sure wouldn’t have mustered up the energy to spend his off hours fighting in a ring. God forbid he get hit by someone else. No. Of course not. The only person swinging punches in Simon’s life was Simon.

  Kayla shook the unwanted images from her mind and focused on the fine specimen in front of her. She tentatively set the tip of one finger on Gage’s length and stroked from the base to the tip. Precome leaked from the slit, shocking her an instant before his deep rumbly voice interrupted her perusal. “You gonna look at it all day, or do I get the privilege of something more than that?”

  She jerked her gaze up to meet his. She should have known better than to think she had the upper hand for once.

  He stared down at her, his mouth curved in a smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

  “I thought—”

  “Baby, I’m never fully asleep when you’re in my bed. But I’ve enjoyed allowing you to think I was.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? That’s fucked up.” She swatted his chest with her hand, her forearm brushing against his engorged head.

  Gage moaned and grabbed her under her arms to haul her up his body until she lay on top of him. He cupped her face and took her mouth in a kiss that made her forget her frustration in less than a second. When he finally released her, he nodded toward his cock. “What did you have planned after show and tell?”

  She shrugged and lowered her face to lose his gaze. “That was all. Just wanted to look,” she lied, testing him.

  “Really? Huh. Didn’t look that way from where I was. If you had licked those lips one more time, I thought I might come from that alone.”

  She lifted her gaze to his again, knowing her eyes were wider this time. “No way.”

  He nodded.

  She licked her lips again, aware of the effect and using it to her advantage.

  Gage’s cock, nestled between her belly and his, jerked. “You’re killing me here.” He moaned and tipped his head back, his hands gripping her biceps.

  Kayla giggled as she decided to put him out of his misery. She wiggled her way down his body, planted herself between his thighs, and took his length in her hand. She wanted to control this blowjob. And she sincerely hoped Gage would allow it. Sure, normally he was the Dom in bed, or even in the house. But for this she needed some leeway. Hopefully he could recognize that and give her the time she craved. Then again, not verbalizing that need was stupid and could lead to discomfort on her part.

  Kayla lifted her gaze to him again. “Babe, I need you to, um…” God, how did she tell him something she couldn’t even form into words in her head?

  Gage wove the fingers of one hand into her hair and stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. “I know, baby. I won’t move a muscle. Take all the time you need.”

  She exhaled slowly and nodded, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. This Dom of hers was perfection. He knew when to control her, how much, and how often. But better yet, he knew when to back off and let her have her way.

  Simon would have slammed her face onto his dick and forced her to swallow his come. Gage showed no signs of anything similar. In fact, he lifted both arms and tucked his hands under his neck.

  Kayla turned her attention back to the cock in front of her and licked through the slit at the top. She tasted his come for the first time and brought it into her mouth. Salty, but also flavored with the heady taste of Gage. She trailed her tongue down his length next and then back up to the tip.

  He moaned softly, breathing rapidly, but he said nothing and didn’t move a muscle, other than to flex his cock, which might not have been voluntary.

  When she sucked his length into her mouth, she didn’t hesitate. She sucked hard, drawing him deep, taking as much of his length as she could and swirling her tongue around his shaft as she did so.

  Gage’s thighs flinched, but other than that, he made no move. She thought he held his breath since moments ago she’d heard his deep heavy inhale of arousal.

  When she drew off him and kissed the tip, he exhaled sharply. “Oh God, baby. That’s so fucking amazing.” His legs squirmed on the bed beside her, but he kept his hands under his neck.

  And Kayla continued, sucking him into her mouth again, deeper this time. Not all the way to the back of her throat, but close. She wasn’t comfortable enough not to gag, but she’d never enjoyed a blowjob before this morning either. The idea that she made Gage lose a piece of himself was intoxicating. She did this to him. She made those sounds escape his lips unbidden. She made his legs stiffen and shake at her sides. And she wanted more.

  She set up a rhythm, bobbing on and off his cock, increasing the speed and intensity as she went. It didn’t take long for him to pant and lose control.

  “Kayla, baby. I’m gonna come.”

  Wasn’t that the plan? She would have laughed if she hadn’t been so otherwise occupied. Instead she sucked him harder. When he finally bucked his hips up a few inches, she knew he was close. And seconds later, he came, his orgasm shooting into the back of her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, trying not to lose any drop of him. It was no hardship since she wanted that with him more than she’d ever wanted anything with a man.

  When she finished and his cock lost the tiniest bit of its erection, she released him from her mouth with a pop and set her face on his thigh. So many times Gage had taken her. So many ways he’d made her feel special. She hoped this one little act could convey how much she appreciated him without words. Especially because she wanted to do that again. Soon.

  Suddenly, Gage hauled Kayla off his thigh and flipped their po
sition so that she lay on her belly. He massaged her back up and down her spine. She couldn’t control the noises she made at the simple touch of his hands. “Baby, stop moaning. I’m trying to rub your muscles. I can’t do that with you whimpering every few seconds.”

  “Mmm. Why is that?”

  He pinched her ass playfully. “Imp. It’s hard enough to control my cock around you. When you make those noises, I can’t be held responsible for my actions. So, unless you want me to fuck you again this morning, I suggest you stop that.”

  Kayla smiled into the pillow. Was that a challenge? She knew she should be sore from the number of times and ways he’d taken her in the last twenty-four hours, but she didn’t care.

  Gage suddenly stopped and slid down next to her. He brushed her hair from her face until she met his gaze. “I need to go see my dad.”

  “Of course.” She cringed at her insensitivity. She was monopolizing his time and meanwhile his parents needed him. She moved to lift herself off the bed, but Gage held her steady with a hand at the small of her back.

  “Stay.” He kissed her temple. “Please. I know it’s too soon, and I won’t freak you out by asking you to move in with me, but I want you here in my house in my bed. Stay?”

  “I need to go home, Gage. You need some time with your parents, and if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late for work.”

  “Lord. It’s Monday.”

  She nodded and cupped his face with both hands. “I don’t even have clothes and my mail is probably piling up. I haven’t been home for days.”

  He kissed her again, lingering around her ear lobe until she squirmed. How did he manage to affect her like that so easily, even after more orgasms than she could count? “Come back after work then,” he requested in a tone that straddled the line between a command and a plea. “Please?”

  She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

  His smile was supreme. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, feed Thor, and get to the hospital. It’s early. Take your time. Rummage around in my kitchen for food.”

  Thor jumped onto the bed on the other side. The dog seemed to know when it was his turn. He lay down next to her with a sigh.

  Kayla giggled and wrapped an arm around his huge body.

  “You’re in good hands. Apparently my dog knows when to step up to the plate. It’s like he senses you need him.” Gage cocked his head to one side and then shook it as he walked away.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kayla settled into a new reality with way too much ease, and that made her nervous. She worried constantly. For one, she didn’t trust fate to be so kind to her, and she fought to keep from worrying that Gage would turn on her at any point. He’d shown no signs of being the asshole Simon had turned into within a week. But still…

  Gage had a full plate. Between work, the gym, and visiting his dad, they rarely had time to go to the club. Which was fine with Kayla. She enjoyed getting to know Gage’s mom and spending time with his dad during his slow recovery. It had been so long since she’d been part of a real family. She prayed the bottom didn’t fall out and leave her lonelier than she had been before dating Gage.

  He hadn’t mentioned her condo, which was a relief. She wasn’t even close to prepared to give it up. It was a lifeline in her mind. Someplace she could fall back on when everything went to shit. And Gage was smart enough to know it. She was sure that was why he never brought it up. He insisted she stay with him, and he drove her to her place a few times a week to check on things and grab her mail, but he never pushed the issue of her keeping the place.

  His dominance was the perfect balance. Kayla worried herself sick that he had been a firmer Dom than she could ever tolerate before she’d come around. After all, he was a master at spanking and flogging. Submissives had requested his attentions for years at the club. She’d seen him do scenes with dozens of women. Nothing sexual, just submissives that enjoyed his touch.

  The second week after she’d started staying at his place, she questioned him about it. They were at Extreme, sitting in a booth talking to his friends. Harper, the head bouncer came over and spoke in Gage’s ear. Gage shook his head and glanced at Kayla. Harper smiled and nodded. He walked away before Kayla had any idea what he said.

  Later, on the dance floor, Kayla tipped her head back and asked Gage about it. “What did Harper want? You stiffened at his suggestion.”

  “He asked if I was available to flog another submissive who requested me.”

  “Oh.” She let her mouth hang open for a moment and then swallowed. “Do you want to do that?” She should let him. She knew it. Especially if it was something he needed. She winced inwardly, concerned she wasn’t able to fulfill his needs herself. Maybe in time she could, but he wouldn’t hear of it yet.

  Gage reared back and narrowed his gaze. “Hell no. Kayla, I’m not doing scenes with other women. I’m with you now. That would be awkward.”

  She shrugged. Her voice was weak when she spoke, but she forced the words out anyway. “Lots of Doms do scenes with other women even though they’re in a committed relationship. It’s not unheard of, Gage.” She gripped his shirt in the back with her fists. “If it’s something you need…”

  He furrowed his brow further and backed her quickly off the dance floor. She knew this maneuver. Every time he needed her undivided attention, he tugged her into a dark corner and pressed her against the wall. It made her so horny she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed onto him to hold steady.

  “Baby,” he took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his gaze, “I’m not doing scenes with other women. I’m not ‘lots of Doms.’ I’m me. And the me that I am would find it distasteful. We’ve been through this. I don’t need that. I don’t have some latent need to flog a woman to feel fulfilled. I have you, and what matters is filling your needs. It’s more than enough for me. Are we clear?”

  “But—”

  Gage rolled his eyes and lowered his lips to take her mouth and cut off her sentence. When he pulled back, he set his forehead on hers. “Are we going to discuss this every few weeks for the next fifty years?”

  She held her breath and bit her lower lip.

  “I hope not. It will get old fast. Have I given you any indication you aren’t enough for me?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Do I dominate you enough to make you feel fulfilled?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you understand that it makes my cock harder than ever when you kneel in front of me?”

  She swallowed.

  “Your naked body spread out at my command makes me so close to coming I have to grit my teeth to stave off the inevitable.” He kept talking. “When you grip the headboard of my bed in my bedroom in my house and keep your hands there at my command, I become putty for you. Do you get that?”

  She nodded, barely.

  Gage cupped her cheeks, tipped her head back farther, and wove his fingers into her hair. “I’m so fucking in love with you, I can’t see straight. You’re perfect for me in every way. I need nothing else. Not for one second since we started dating have I considered wanting to lay a hand on another woman.”

  She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could begin.

  “And baby, don’t even mention again that you want to try enduring a spanking or a flogging. It’s out of the question. You have to let that go. It died with your ex. When you bring it up, it makes me think you aren’t getting what you need. So, unless that’s the case, the subject is closed.” He narrowed his gaze in question.

  “No, Sir.” She shook her head. She’d never been more fulfilled in her life, nor had she ever expected to be as consumed with another human in this lifetime. Gage was everything to her and more. She hadn’t told him she loved him yet, even though he mentioned it so many times it was becoming casual conversation for him. But she would. Soon. As soon as she had the balls to reveal one more tiny detail about her past that haunted her still every single day of her present.

  She shook the though
t from her mind.

  “No, you aren’t satisfied at my hand? Or no, you don’t need more than I give you?”

  “Sir, I’m beyond satisfied.”

  “Does your pussy get wet when I command you to obey my wishes?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Does your pussy clench when I stare at your naked body beneath me?” He leaned in closer.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were softer, breathy.

  “Is your pussy wet and clenched now?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She barely heard her own voice that time.

  He held her gaze while he removed one hand from her face and jerked it down to her skirt. In less than a second he had the material gathered in his fingers and lifted to expose her thong beneath. One second later, his finger shoved the scrap of lace to one side and plunged into her wetness.

  Kayla moaned, gripping his arms tighter as her knees buckled at the contact.

  Gage shoved one knee between her thighs and held her up. His finger fucked her hard, one becoming two and then two becoming three. His thumb landed on her clit. He pressed in and then rubbed rapidly.

  Kayla came so fast the world spun.

  He smiled. “Baby, I think we’re good here.”

  She nodded, unable to speak over the pulsing of her pussy around his fingers. Her eyes were wide. She couldn’t breathe. He held her close as she came down, not removing his fingers until her breathing steadied.

  “Let’s go home. It turns out I don’t want to be in public tonight after all.”

  Kayla’s cheeks burned as he dragged her through Extreme. After that intense orgasm, she knew she was in trouble. If Gage didn’t want to be in public, it meant only one thing…

  •●•

  Three weeks later, Kayla went with Emily to watch Gage fight. The arena was farther away than the last time, and Katy and Jenna had begged out.

  Emily was excited, though. And that excitement rubbed off on Kayla. By the time they arrived, Emily had talked her ear off all the way there. Kayla knew much more about the sport this time around.