Hers

by Becca Jameson

  Gage hadn’t been in a great mood. Apparently his opponent was someone Gage didn’t feel confident about beating. He left right from work with the guys, leaving Kayla to come with Emily later.

  The arena was small and packed. Kayla’s adrenaline spiked the minute they walked inside. Something about the noise level and the smell of a fight excited her. It was crazy. Who would have thought she would find it enjoyable to watch her boyfriend kick someone’s ass in the ring? Or worse yet, get his own ass kicked.

  But, God almighty, all those firm masculine bodies without an ounce of fat on them… What was not to like?

  Kayla followed Emily to a spot near the ring when they announced the middleweight division. Rider was in the third group, and Emily stood on her tiptoes, her hands fisted in front of her for the entire match. Kayla didn’t think the woman breathed.

  And Kayla couldn’t blame her. Rider was impressive. He had the upper hand for the majority of the three rounds, clearly earning more points. When he won, Emily finally exhaled. “Lord, that’s stressful.”

  It was. Kayla could feel the tension in the air. Every match, even between competitors she didn’t know, put her on edge.

  Two more matches went by before Gage, who came out bouncing. Kayla’s turn to freak out. From the moment the bell sounded, things didn’t go his way, however. The other guy swung several punches right at the beginning. Two of them hit Gage in the side of the head. Kayla winced.

  Gage recovered, but he never got the upper hand for the first round. He landed a few kicks, but his opponent landed more and got him in a neck hold once. Gage didn’t go down, but he struggled.

  The second round wasn’t better. Byron, the corner man, had dabbed at Gage’s left eye during the one-minute rest, and when the bell sounded for round two, Kayla could see his eye was swollen. She cringed, praying silently he would be able to pull it together. Tonight the other man was a few inches taller and quicker on his feet.

  Gage attempted to take the guy down several times, swinging his leg out to hook a knee. His opponent jumped out of the path every time. Gage landed a few uppercuts, but the other guy seemed unfazed. The announcer droned on and on, and the crowd got louder with every hit.

  Sweat poured off Gage’s chest and face as he plopped down in the chair for the second break. Byron shouted instructions Kayla couldn’t hear, but she stood riveted, watching Gage’s chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing. He didn’t look her way. He probably didn’t even know where she was in the crowded arena. It was just as well. She didn’t want to distract him.

  Her heart sank as the third round began. She worried he would be disappointed. She hadn’t seen him lose yet. Granted she’d only been to the one fight, but according to the other women, the members of The Fight Club were a tough group known for far more wins than losses.

  Suddenly, Gage hooked the guy’s knee and knocked him to the ground. The man looked stunned as Gage straddled his chest and pinned him. Moments later, Gage had him across the neck, cutting off his airway. The man struggled, clearly fighting to right himself. He bucked, but Gage was too strong now that he was on top and the man was down.

  The referee leaned in close, bouncing around on the floor. Kayla gasped as she waited for someone to end the match.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, although probably only had been a few seconds, the man tapped the mat and Gage jumped off him.

  “God,” Emily said, “incredible. Been a while since I’ve seen a man tap out.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means the guy was out of fight. He knew he couldn’t win, so he gave up.”

  The other guy crawled to his knees, gasping, and then stood on wobbly feet. He looked confused and angry with himself as he shook his head and left the ring.

  “And the winner is Gage ‘The Ranger’ Holland,” the announcer shouted to the crowd. The man sounded as shocked as everyone else seemed to be. The audience roared. Women from all around the ring leaned closer, grabbing the fencing with both hands and screaming like groupies.

  Gage’s gaze landed on Kayla without missing a beat, however. He winked and nodded.

  Kayla’s cheeks flamed. She’d had no idea he knew where she stood. And she was beyond aroused by his actions.

  The women closest to her turned to gawk. A few of them looked disappointed, their shoulders drooping as Gage turned and left the cage.

  “Shit. I think your man just lit a few panties on fire.”

  Kayla smiled at Emily. “Hey, as long as he never sees any of them, I’m good.”

  Emily laughed, and the two of them wormed their way through the crowd and back to the lobby. Emily knew exactly where to go, and she led Kayla to a door around the side marked employees only. “They’ll come out through here.”

  Within a minute, in fact, Rider pushed through the door. He took Emily in his arms and hugged her close, kissing her forehead.

  “Awesome, babe. Loved it.”

  “Yeah, I hear Gage ended up pretty good himself.” He lifted his gaze to Kayla.

  “Yep. Didn’t look so good at first, but he pinned the guy finally,” Emily said.

  The three of them leaned against the wall and waited, Emily wrapped in Rider’s arms, her back leaning against his front. Kayla felt like a third wheel as she stood next to them. And it took another half hour for Gage to surface.

  Kayla winced. She moved into his arms, her face lifted to his. “Ouch.” His eye was swollen and red.

  He grinned. “Yeah. Looks worse than it feels. Won’t be pretty tomorrow, though.” He nodded at Rider. “Thanks for waiting with Kayla. Appreciate it.”

  Since Emily had driven Kayla, Gage had driven Rider. That way each couple had a car. The four of them made their way to the exit and stepped out into the warm evening air, typical of Vegas.

  Gage turned to Rider. “I’m beat. I think we’ll head home. You guys going to Extreme?”

  Rider nodded. “See you tomorrow. Work out at ten?”

  “Yep. Sounds good.”

  •●•

  Gage fell asleep almost as soon as they got home, mumbling his apologies to Kayla. He was exhausted from weeks of juggling work, the gym, the club, his dad, and his woman. And he’d never been happier. But it was taking a toll on him.

  When he opened his eyes in the morning, it was to find Kayla wrapped around him, covering as much of his body as she could with her small frame.

  She was watching with a smile. And she reached to stroke his cheek as he roused. “Hey, babe. You feel better?” She let her fingers dance over his swollen eye. “You have a black eye.”

  “Mm hm. It happens. I’ll live.” He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her over his body.

  “I fed Thor and he went outside.”

  “Thanks, baby. I’ll feel even better as soon as you mount me.”

  Kayla grinned. “I might be able to do that.” Her teasing smile warmed his heart. God, he loved this woman.

  Gage held her arms and pushed her up until she sat astride him. “You might, huh?” Her pussy snuggled against his cock, making him stiffer by the second.

  “Perhaps.” She pushed against him, wetness coating his dick as she rocked over his length.

  He moaned. “Baby…” They’d stopped using condoms a few weeks ago when Kayla went on the pill. Gage still couldn’t believe how much more intense she felt wrapped around his naked cock.

  Kayla rocked again, immediately sending him from half asleep to totally ready to fuck. “Need you.” He lifted her hips, letting his cock bob upward. And then he settled her pussy over the tip and tugged her down.

  Kayla moaned as he entered her from beneath. Her hands flew out to brace herself on his chest.

  Gage held her body against him, controlling her movements even though she was on top. “Don’t use your hands, baby. Let go of me.”

  She looked at him quizzically, one eyebrow rising.

  “Let go. I’ve got you.”

  She tentatively released her
grip on his pecs, clearly unsure he could hold her.

  “So little faith, baby. Use those hands on your nipples. I’m pretty sure I’m strong enough to hold your sweet ass over me,” he teased her.

  Her hands came up to cup her breasts, and she tipped her head back on a moan. Sexiest creature on Earth.

  His cock jumped inside her. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make them hard for me.”

  Kayla gripped each nipple between her thumbs and pointers. She whimpered as she did what he said.

  “Twist them. I like the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you add a little pain.” It was hard to keep up the monologue, but totally worth it. Even though what he really wanted to do was fuck her fast and hard, he so enjoyed watching her writhe, he made himself wait.

  Kayla twisted, her body stiffening, her thighs clutching his hips. She sucked her lips between her teeth.

  Gage watched her perfect pink nipples pucker and stiffen. And then he lifted her torso several inches and slammed her back down.

  Kayla leaned forward, her eyes opening wider to match her mouth.

  “I’ve got you, baby. Trust me. Don’t let go of your nipples, or I won’t let you come.”

  She nodded, her lips back between her teeth in concentration.

  He controlled her movements, fucking himself with her body as she moaned and gripped her nipples. She swayed forward a few times, but he didn’t let her fall. And then he had the idea to tempt her. It had been a few days since he’d thoroughly dominated her. Even though he was usually on top and commanded her in the bedroom most of the time, some nights or mornings he made love to her without requiring much submission.

  Gage let her rock too far forward on the next thrust, causing her to release her tits and throw her arms forward to stop herself against his chest.

  “Oh, baby. So little trust.” He couldn’t keep the mirth from his voice, and he knew she wouldn’t believe for a minute his actions weren’t contrived.

  She gaped at him and swatted his pecs. “You made me do that.”

  “Mmm. Is that so?” He lifted her off him and switched positions so fast she gasped. Seconds later he had her on her hands and knees, her thighs spread wide. He thrust into her tightness from behind, noticing how much wetter she was at the sudden change.

  Her head dipped, and she moaned loudly.

  Instead of reaching around her body to rub her clit, he held her hips and closed his eyes, ensuring he came fast and hard, leaving her needy.

  He got his wish. With his sub beneath him, it was an easy feat. He loved taking her from behind. He didn’t usually leave her hanging, but toying with her this morning seemed like fun.

  As soon as Gage emptied himself inside her, he pulled out.

  Kayla shook. When he flipped her onto her back, her legs open to his gaze, her eyes were wide. She opened her mouth but didn’t speak. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she grabbed for him to gain purchase.

  “Arms above your head, baby.”

  Kayla released him as though he were on fire and she’d just noticed. She tossed her arms over her head, but met his gaze. “Gage, please…”

  “Baby, you didn’t trust me.”

  “I did. I lost my balance, Sir.”

  “Ah. Is that so?” He held her legs wide with both arms and let his gaze roam up and down her body. Finally, he released her. “Don’t move an inch,” he said as he crawled off the bed to clean himself and bring a cloth for her.

  When he returned, she was shaking with need. Her nipples were still puckered from her pinching them. Gage wiped her pussy clean of his come without taking time to arouse her further. He tossed the washcloth aside and spread his palms on her belly.

  “Sir…” Her head rolled back and forth. Her word was clipped and soft.

  He lowered himself between her legs and held them wide. He loved looking at her in this position, her hands raised, her body submitting to his commands without need for restraints or punishment. She thought she was doing him a disservice by keeping him from enjoying a spanking scene with other women. But she was wrong. It was far headier watching his woman intentionally obey him than any flogging scene he’d ever participated in.

  Her clit was swollen and distended enough the hood was retracted. Gage tapped it once and then watched her buck her hips. She panted as she eased back onto the bed.

  “You aroused, baby?”

  “Mmm.” She didn’t meet his gaze. Her pussy was pink and swollen from his cock. Her lower lips begged him to stroke them, but instead he blew on them.

  “I need to take a shower, baby. How about you lie there and don’t move an inch while I’m gone.”

  She met his gaze this time as he lifted off the bed. Her eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them.

  He stroked her breast, grazing over her nipple enough to make her shiver. And then he left her there.

  And she thought she wasn’t submissive enough…

  Gage showered quickly, dried off, and returned to the room with his towel around his waist. “Ah, what a good girl. I’m proud of you.” He glanced at the night stand. “I need to meet a few of the guys to work out this morning.”

  She whimpered, lifting her head slightly toward him.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and flicked his thumb over her closest nipple. Immediately it pebbled. “So submissive. My sweet girl obeys me so well.” He flicked the other nipple next. “Do you need to come, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.

  “Hmm, but I’m already cleaned up.” He stood, dropped the towel in the corner of the bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt for the gym.

  When he finished, her facial expression was one of murderous intent.

  He sat on the end of the bed this time. “I have an idea. How about I make you come without touching you?” He lifted his hands. “That way I won’t get all messy before I need to leave.”

  She let her mouth fall open.

  Gage stood and went to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out the vibrator he’d been saving for weeks. He watched Kayla suck in a breath as he opened the package. “My little sub likes the idea.” When he had the thick rubber in his hand, he climbed up between her legs again. “Hold yourself open for me. If you close your legs, I stop. If you can keep them wide, I’ll let you come.”

  Kayla’s hands came from above her head to grasp her thighs. She spread her fingers and held tight. Her pussy was so wet, he could see the arousal building on her lower lips.

  At first, he pushed the vibrator inside her without turning it on.

  Kayla flinched. She was wet enough, but the dildo would be cold against her skin.

  “Don’t let go. I would hate to leave you here horny and needy all morning.” He slowly turned the dial with the dildo deep inside her. As the vibrations increased, so did the humming sound coming from Kayla’s mouth. Gage tipped the vibrator down, pushing the part inside her against her G-spot.

  Her noises got louder.

  As soon as he had the vibrations turned up all the way, he pulled the dildo from her pussy and flattened it to her clit.

  Kayla bucked, her hips coming so far off the bed he had trouble keeping the vibrator in place.

  “That’s it, baby. Hold your legs wide for me, but buck all you want. I love watching you fuck into the toy.”

  Kayla shook violently as she lowered her hips and then raised them once more. Her feet remained planted on the mattress. Why had he waited so long to use the vibrator on her? It was like his own personal perfect show. One he intended to enjoy far more often now that he knew how much Kayla liked to writhe against a vibrator.

  Finally, she screamed, her release coming so loud, he stifled a chuckle. She never had any idea how loud she screamed when she came hard. Her voice was glorious music to his ears. When she came so violently, he knew he was doing his job as a Dom.

  As soon as she settled back against the mattress, gasping for breath and still not meeting his gaze, Gage removed the dildo and leaned
forward to kiss her clit. He sucked the swollen nub between his lips and flicked it fast with his tongue. Kayla lifted her ass back off the bed, angling closer to his mouth. But she still held her legs open for him, so he drove her back to the peak and over the top once more with his lips and tongue.

  He licked his lips, savoring her sweet taste as he pulled away from her sensitive pussy. “So fucking sexy, Kayla. I think I’ll set you up for disobedience more often.” He leaned over her and kissed her lips.

  “God,” she mumbled. “You make me lose my mind.”

  “Good. That’s the plan.” He cupped her breasts. “I gotta go.”

  She nodded and licked her lips. “I need to go by my place today. I’ll do that while you’re gone.”

  “’K. I’ll meet you here for lunch then? I’ll bring Chinese.”

  She smiled. “Sounds good.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  When Gage finished working out, showering, and dressing, he grabbed his phone and found a message from Kayla.

  Car won’t start. Ugh. Would you please grab my mail?

  Gage secretly hated the car. It was too old and unreliable. Even with the new battery, she’d had problems. When he asked her about getting a new one, she told him she couldn’t afford it. That seemed ridiculous to him, but she said she was saving every dime to go back to school.

  With the military checks she got as a surviving widow, she shouldn’t have been struggling so hard. But he left her alone about it, at least he had so far. Some people really preferred to have a huge nest egg in the bank for a rainy day. He couldn’t fault her that, but this was getting absurd. He couldn’t stand the idea of her getting stranded someplace with a car that won’t start.

  Gage swung by her place, grabbed a pile of mail from her box, and then hit their favorite Chinese for takeout.

  When he got home, he dropped the mail on the table, and they settled down to eat. He broached the subject of her transportation again. “Baby, your car.”

  She held up a hand. “I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll start looking for another vehicle. But I was hoping not to have to replace it yet.”