“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you touch me until you decide we are together. I don’t want you to think I’m using you sexually.” I explain and my words seem to have deflated her. With a deep frown she looks away, staring blankly at the wall.
“Lex…please let me explain better.” I plead, worried that if I don’t, this will go nowhere fast.
“No, just leave. You have to get going anyhow.” The steel in her resolve and complete unwavering in her tone maims my heart. I thought I was doing the right thing by us.
“I am not leaving. Not until I’m convinced we are okay.”
“We’re okay.” That’s the furthest from convincing.
Fine. I don’t want to do this but I will.
Unbuttoning my pants and dropping them to my knees along with my boxers. I grab my hard shaft. If this is what she wants, she can have it. It’s not worth upsetting her. Even though offering her this is extremely hard for me.
“Here.” I fist it, pumping beads of pre-come to my head. “If you want it, take it. My body is yours.”
Faintly shaking her head, she still won’t look at me. I know she’s turned on because she’s also hard. So I grab hers and mine, and get close enough that I can jack them both using my hands as they touch.
“Is that what you want, Angel? Do you want my cock to kiss lady?” I hold hers straight up and I take my meaty head and rub it along her shaft, her sac and back up, where I join them tip-to-tip, swirling our pre-come together. She moans loud, grabbing her breasts, so I do it again.
“That’s it, sweetheart, touch yourself and touch him. He loves you, Lex and he loves lady. See how much he loves her?”
Finally, with hooded eyes and heaving chest, she turns her head to watch, seeing both of our heads making love together. I use our combined pre-come as lube and they slide together in my hands, as I jack us both, in hard, fast and pleasurable strokes.
It doesn’t take long for me to grunt and her body to buck as we near our climaxes. “That’s it… play with your sexy breasts. You want to come? Does my Angel want to come?”
She nods, biting her lip, rearing her back off the bed, plucking her nipples hard and taut. “Oh Gage…. Yes… yes… I’m….going…” Writhing and thrashing her head back and forth, I pump harder. A wail of pleasure cry erupts from her and her come shoots out in hot beautiful streams. That drives me over the edge and I growl out her name, making sure I shoot my seed all of her lady cock, marking it as mine.
Coming down post climatic ecstasy, I massage my seed into her lady before I let it go and rest it on her stomach still half erect. I’m a gooey come mess. So I slide off the bed and go to the bathroom where I wash my hands in the sink and smile at myself in the mirror.
“Hey.” She smiles coming into the bathroom, watching me.
“Hi, Angel. You got to use the facilities? I can leave.”
She shakes her dampened head. “Yes, I do, but you’re fine. I like looking at you.”
Now I blush at her compliment and she giggles. I love seeing her smile, so beautiful when she’s naked and happy like this. She has the hottest body I’ve ever seen.
“If you don’t pee now, I’m going to ravage you another time and this time I might be even naughtier.” I wink, revealing a dark smile.
“You came to my house, in which I assume was to talk. Then instead of talking we end up… well you know.” Now she’s the one turning crimson and the redness flares from her cheeks all the way down to her chest. Absolutely adorable.
“Come here, you.” I wave her over with my hands and she comes and wraps her arms around my waist, her head resting on my bare chest. I hear her inhale my scent, and my heart warms. I love this woman.
Releasing her from our hug. I give her a quick peck on the lips, go to dress and I kiss her one more time before I leave. I’m going to miss her but I am already running late. Tasha is watching Emma tonight and I feel terrible for making her keep her longer than I anticipated.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday
Lex
I haven’t saw Gage since Thursday night and what a Thursday night that was. Wow. That’s all I can think of to explain it. It was amazing. Out of this world. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I thought he had ruined me before. No, not even close. This is a completely different level of euphoria. I’ve never had anyone play with my button that way before. I felt like I was close to coming the entire time, then he masturbating us both. I have no words for that. It was by far the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced with anyone in my entire life. Brian never touched my lady with his monstrosity. I’m thankful for that.
Right now, I am relaxing in my living room, texting Gage back and forth. He’s headed out on a motorcycle ride with Auto, Bob, Tank, and a couple of the other men. It’s a perfect day to do that. It’s warm, sunny, dry, and the flowers are extra fragrant. I’ve opened all my windows to let the heavenly floral scent drift in.
I think I’m finally getting past this hardship with letting Gage in. The more we talk and get to know one another the more confident I feel in myself and by association, us. Listen to me, I’m even calling us an us. I feel like I’ve come a long way. I think my mom and Roni would agree as well if I had decided to share what I’ve been feeling with them. But I haven’t. Lincoln, on the other hand has been in constant contact.
Ding dong, my doorbell chimes.
Still wearing my silky red pajama shorts and tank, I pad my way over to the door and call out. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Angel, open the damn door.” He barks playfully, and I am so ecstatic for him to be here I could squeal!!
But I won’t.
Opening the door, I feign indifference, even though I want to throw my arms around him and kiss him with tongue, and wrap my legs around his waist and take him into my living room where I suck him off. Oh Jesus, listen to me.
He growls looking me up and down, standing on the opposite side of my screen door. “I knew I’d be happy to see you, but someone is happy to see me too.” He winks and I look down. Crap! Lady’s awake.
Cupping her to hide her from prying eyes, I unlock the screen door and usher him inside. He’s extra sexy today. Here I thought him wearing a suit was delicious. Gage in a pair of torn knee jeans, a white t-shirt, under a black leather motorcycle jacket, and black riding boots is just as sexy. He’s also wearing a pair of sunglasses and a blue bandana on his head. I picture him as some bar fighter or a lawyer. Now he’s a biker too. Talk about fulfilling all my fantasies in one damn man.
“Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes.”
What!? Huh?
“What are you talking about?” I’m confused. Very much so.
“Roni, the boys, you, and I are all going on a ride today. I talked to them and they’re cool with you chicks tagging along. Now get your fine ass upstairs and put on some jeans, boots and a decent shirt. I’ve already got your jacket.”
I cough, choking on my saliva. “What? Who said I want to go riding? I’ve never been on a motorcycle, and I don’t own a pair of riding boots.”
“If you want to wear heels, you can. I just don’t want to risk you getting burned by the tail pipes. I’m sure you’ve got some heeled boots up there. You can wear a skirt, but I’m already going to have hard enough time keeping my hands off of you as it is. Beware; be very aware I’m wound up today, like something fierce. Had some shit happen with Melissa last night. No big deal but I’ve been dying to see you since Thursday. Now get you hot ass upstairs and let’s do this thing.”
I’m used to Roni being bossy. Now I have a domineering Gage. With my past of abusive men, you’d think I’d find this off putting or hard to handle, but I don’t. It’s sexy in some crazy messed up way. I think it’s probably, because I know if I told him go away. He would, but I won’t, this is kind of exciting.
“Okay.” Is all I say and turn to head to my stairs. He grabs me by the arm, firmly tugs me against his chest and passionately kisses me like it
’s been years we’ve been apart. Sweetly grabbing a fist full of my hair, he tugs my head back and attacks my neck, sucking and licking, using his free hand to fervently roam my back and my butt. Grabbing his jacket for support I tilt my head back further offering more of myself, letting his strength hold me up. He unlatches his hand from my hair and rips my silk top off in three tugs. Tossing it on the floor he ferociously with a growl latches onto a nipple and I cry out in pleasure. Needier and needier he drawls suction on my nipple.
Bang, Bang, Bang, a fist pounds on my front door.
“Get the fuck out here, douche. We don’t have time for you to fuck your old lady.”
Unlatching from my breast, he kisses it and yells back with a snarl. “Fuck off, Tank. I’m just getting reacquainted.”
“Yeah well, we all don’t have the hottest fuckin’ woman in town to get reacquainted with. Now cut the shit and bring her or leave her, we ride in ten.”
“Sorry, Angel.” He stands and kisses my forehead.
“Um…is he going to be like that all day? Are they all bikers? I’ve not spent a lot of time with many people Gage. Are you sure you want me to tag along?”
Cupping my face in his hands, he dives his eyes into mine, locking our souls, and I nearly swoon at the mere sight and strength of him.
“You are my woman, or you will be. I’ve told you I’ve wanted you for six years. Me, hanging with my buddies every other weekend or whenever I can, is a part of me. Just like Roni is a part of you. I want to share this with you. If you’ll let me.”
“Okay. Just remember I’m not a tomboy like Roni. I don’t fit in with men very well.”
Kissing my forehead, he releases me. “I know and I love you the way you are. All of you. Now go and meet me outside in ten. Pack a small bag of a few essentials that I can fit into my saddle bag.”
I agree and head upstairs to dress and pack a small bag of essentials, whatever that is supposed to mean. For me essentials are like an entire suitcase of stuff. I don’t usually go out on a whim. I always take time to prepare myself, going through my beauty regiment. He is taking me way out of my comfort zone. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
Walking down my front steps, my cheapest and fattest purse tossed over my shoulder. The group of men all turn their heads simultaneously in my direction and start to catcall. I blush, and stare at the ground, embarrassed.
“Shut the fuck up.” Gage barks and comes over to my side. I look up at him and he offers me a bright smile and takes my purse. “You look beautiful as always. Don’t mind these horny bastards. They’re just jealous I have a hot woman and they don’t.”
I turn even redder and my stomach does massive somersaults at his heartfelt compliment. How can he be so freakin’ perfect?
Escorting me over to his bike, I see Roni standing next to Bob’s motorcycle talking with a few of the men I’ve not met before. Looks like she’s totally in her element, wearing jeans, and a black t-shirt with a red bandana around her head. There’s about ten guys, Roni and I and some other woman who’s riding with some big burly, long bearded man, who looks scary as hell.
“That’s Crunch.” Gage whispers in my ear. “And the woman with him is Betty, his old lady.”
I look at him, searching his face. “Is this a motorcycle gang? Are you a part of a gang. I thought you were a lawyer.”
Gage laughs. “It’s not a gang or a club or anything. It’s just a group of men who are friends and ride together. There are no inductions, rules, or meetings. We just like what we like and we ride. I’ve been riding with them since I was sixteen. Crunch is Tanks dad and Betty is Crunch’s old lady. Then you know Auto, Bob,” He points to them as he goes down the line and each man raises a hand in greeting. “Then there’s Dopey, Z…”
I cut him off. “Dopey and Z?”
He laughs again, smiling at me sweetly. “Yes, Angel. We all have nicknames. Crunch gave them to us.”
“What’s yours?”
“Gage.”
What!!
“What? I thought your name WAS Gage.”
He shakes his head still smiling down at me. “No, sweetheart. I was born in the seventies. I don’t think anybody named kids Gage back then. I had it legally changed to Gage once I became a lawyer. As I also did for Tank, Bob and Auto.”
Holy crap!
“Okay… So how long have you been called Gage and what is your real name? The one, you know, that your mother gave you.”
“Crunch started calling me Gage when I was ten, that’s when Tank and I became best buds. I’m a natural, working on cars and stuff. Guess that’s why he chose it and my birth name was…don’t laugh. My mom had a huge thing for history. She named me Commodus.”
My eyes widen, and I don’t laugh. The poor kid. “You mean, as in, Commodus the Emperor?”
He nods and crinkles his nose in obvious disgust. “Yes. That’s the one. My dad was away on business when I was born and he came home to have a son named Commodus. Apparently, it’s a name she tried to give my brother Maxwell, but my father named him instead. Then I became the lucky SOB.”
“Alright enough of the history lesson, Gage. She’ll find out a lot more along our trip. Now let’s hit it. We’re burnin’ daylight.” Tank orders. The way everybody tenses, awaiting Gage’s reaction, tells me that Tank is probably the only one in the whole group who can speak to Gage that way.
“Okay, dick, but I get the outside so she can see the flowers.”
Tank curtly nods and Gage tucks my purse into his saddlebag, kicks his leg over his Harley and offers me his hand. “Kick your leg over, Angel.” I listen and get on the bike. His hands position my heeled boots on the pegs and my back rests comfortably on back of the seat. His Harley is a black and silver two seater with a full backrest. It’s luxurious and comfortable. I peer down between my legs and see my cushion has an Angel, like the one on Gage’s back, imprinted on it.
“You’re the only person I’d ever let ride on the back of my bike. I had it made specifically for you.” He states, handing me a black helmet with an angel on the side and a black leather jacket just like his, except in women’s. I put them all on and latch my chinstrap.
“Aren’t you going to put on a helmet?” I ask, as he fires on the motor. “Wait a minute. How’d you all get here without me hearing you pull up?”
He barks a cocky laugh. “Now you ask. I had the boys walk their bikes from three streets over, and I don’t wear helmets. I like the wind in my face.”
“What if I want the wind in mine?” I’m testing him to see what he says. He’s a sly bastard, having the men walk their bikes and having a specific helmet and jacket for me. He’s planned this. Giving me the illusion, this was spontaneous, even though it really wasn’t. I’m a smart woman. I can figure this out on my own.
“Tough turkey. You need a helmet. If someone were to hit us or something happen I have to know you’re alright.” He pats my leg and kicks up the kickstand holding the giant bike between his manly thighs. The rumbling under my butt is something so foreign and almost naughty. What a thrill!
Walking the bike out into the open street he signals to the men with his hand, revs the engine and off we ride. Slowly he turns a corner and I instinctively lean with him. Reaching behind his back, he grabs my arms and pulls them around him. I comply, resting my arms around his waist. With my helmet-covered head between his shoulder blades, I watch as the world passes us by. Soaking in the freedom, I feel behind the man I somehow trust and know that he would never let anything happen to me. I’m so happy, I could almost cry.
Its dusk and we have only stopped once to fill up on gas and for us to pee and drink something. I haven’t eaten a thing since breakfast, and I don’t know how we are going to get home before it’s pitch black outside, with only the moon and stars to light our way. Today has been an amazing journey. The countryside here is so pretty, and I’m not sure how far we’ve ventured from home but the scenery has somewhat changed and the flatlands have started to roll into
smaller and sometimes larger hills. Not something I’m used to seeing in or around Heartfair.
Slowing the bike down, Gage stops and puts his feet on the ground. I glance up to see him signaling for the men to go ahead of him and they listen, their headlights blazing past us. “Sweetheart, we’re here.”
“What do you mean? We’re here. We’re not at home.”
He chuckles, a full-bodied one that rumbles into my body, that’s touching his. “I know. That’s why I said pack lightly. We are staying the night here.”
“What!” I squeal. “You never said ‘listen Lex we’re staying the night somewhere you need to bring an overnight bag.’ I didn’t pack enough.” I emphasize so he realizes this is a big deal.
Still chuckling he pats my calf. “Sweetheart, there is plenty where we are staying and everything will be ready when we get there. I promise you have nothing to worry about; I just wanted you to bring essentials for the trip. That is all. I love you. I know you’re a girly girl. I promise you won’t feel uncomfortable.”
“Alright…I trust you.”
He sighs a long drawn out sigh and relaxes his shoulders. “I’m so happy to hear you finally say that.”
Driving the bike a little further up the road, we turn onto a gravel path and at a snail’s pace; he glides us down it, through a forest of thick trees and bushes. Owls are already hooting and the sounds of the night welcome us into their kingdom.
Passing through an open farm gate, we roll up to a small log cabin set in the middle of the woods. All men and women have parked their bikes and we are the last to arrive. I can hear a loud commotion coming from inside. Parking us last in line, he turns off the bike, lets down the kickstand and offers me his hand to climb off and I do. We both walk toward the cabin, his hand protectively wraps around my lower back grabbing my opposite hip, anchoring my hip to his strong thigh. “This is my place. I promise you will like it.”
Not likely… I pensively nod in silent response, my nerves besting me. I know I don’t fit in with these people. I’m not a biker chick. I’m not like Roni. I really don’t see what Gage sees in me. I’m not a part of his world. Not if this is it.
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