by Leah Wilde
“I think I called it a night before lunch,” I told him, managing to force a light little laugh out for him.
“Come on, then,” he said, stepping around me and taking me by both hands. He walked me outside to the street and climbed onto his old Harley Davidson. It was one of the older, longer models, with the front wheel sticking way out in front and the longer handlebars that always made the driver look like he was sitting back, taking it easy.
“We’re taking your bike?” I asked, surprised.
“Hop on,” he said flatly.
I climbed onto the motorcycle behind him and put my arms around his waist, leaning into his back as fired up the engine. The motorcycle roared to life, startling me. The noise of the engine rumbling beneath us was deafening. It was my first time on a motorcycle, so I clung to Gage for dear life.
I felt my body start to tense up with fear and apprehension as he walked us out of our parking spot. Then, the bike started moving, and I knew for sure I was going to fall off the back. I clenched my arms around his waist and closed my eyes. As excited as I had been at the prospect of riding with Gage, the openness of the motorcycle terrified me.
It was too much freedom. Too much open road.
Chapter 11
Gage
I was beginning to grow weary of Julia’s lack of progress with Dimitri. After letting her go off to bed, I sat down at my desk in the corner of the living room and started digging through my names and notes to see what other options I had to try to extract information from the stubborn ass Russian.
I knew we could torture him for information. Even if it didn’t work, it would have at least been satisfying; but even if it did work, we wouldn’t know because no one knew how to speak Russian. Except for good-girl Julia.
I was beginning to think she’d been right to begin with, that I should have found someone else in the city to help us translate what we got out of Dimitri. I certainly could have found someone else with more flexible morals who wouldn’t balk at more aggressive tactics like torture.
I smiled at the thought of finding a more open minded translator and relieving Julia of her responsibilities to the MC. That would give me the opportunity to actually pursue her. For now, I was stuck having to wait until we were finished with Dimitri to see if I still felt like trying to seduce her. I really didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back from her.
Even knowing that she was sleeping in my bed while I was sitting out at my desk was stirring my desire for her. Even as I looked over the other names I’d gathered and my other contacts, I couldn’t shake the image of her petite, curvy body lying supine on my bed with the thin sheets draped over her, falling along the lines of her delicious curves.
She waited for me to come seduce her, to take her forcefully on my soft, clean sheets. I’d seen it in her eyes. She wasn’t letting on, but I could see the desire growing deep in her eyes like a fire. She lay on my bed alone with that desire, and I was sitting at my desk trying to find a way to relieve her of her duty so I could have her with no worries, no conflict of interest.
I stood and crumpled the piece of paper in my hand, dropping onto the floor and leaning against my desk. My desire for her was becoming unbearable. Every time I saw her, it grew. Every time I thought about her beautiful golden brown hair or her lively, inquisitive green eyes, my desire flared up within me.
I had to have her, I decided.
I turned away from my desk, ready to go into my room and take the beautiful, mousy professor lying in my bed, when I saw her standing in the hallway looking at me.
Her golden brown hair was down, hanging around her shoulders, and she wore a nightgown sheer enough that I could see she wore nothing underneath it. My desire sprang to life immediately, growing harder by the second for her, hungrier for her. I needed her body in my arms, underneath me, letting me penetrate deep inside her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and in the stillness of my apartment her voice sounded like it was right in my ear.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. If I said anything, I would tell her how much I wanted her. I would tell her that I wanted to please her and show her what she’d been missing all these years by burying herself in her work.
Now still didn’t seem like the right time.
She stepped towards me, almost floating across the living room like a ghost or an angel with her sheer nightgown flowing all around her. She suddenly stood in front of me, our bodies mere inches apart. My breath caught in my chest as my desire choked me.
“What are you doing?” she asked with such sweet curiosity that her voice only added to the unreal sense of what was happening.
“I’m, um, I’m working,” I told her, reaching behind my back and pushing the papers back into the corner of my desk.
She tried to glance around me to the desk.
“What are all those names?” she asked.
I really didn’t want to talk about work right now, or Dimitri. I wanted to talk about her, about Julia, and that divine body begging for my hands and lips to touch it through her nightgown.
“Are you trying to replace me?” She stepped back and it was over. The moment was gone.
My desire-tense body relaxed. I ran my hands over my face. There was no denying it now. I’d been caught red-handed. “Yes,” I admitted. “I’m looking for someone else who can help me get some information out of Dimitri.”
“Let me guess. You want someone more aggressive,” she accused me, hitting the nail right on the head.
“I don’t know if that’s necessarily what I want,” I lied to her. “But I feel like you’re hiding things from me,” I finally admitted to her, getting it off my chest. “I feel like there are things you don’t share.”
“You fucking bastard,” she hissed, still stepping away from me. The betrayal written all over her face was painful to see, more painful to know I was the one betraying her. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. “Dimitri was right about you,” she yelled.
“Whoa, what?” I held up my hands, completely blindsided by her comment.
“He tried to tell me you were just using me, but I didn’t want to believe him.” Tears streamed down her face. She gripped her nightgown as she sobbed and cried out to me.
I wanted to grab her and pull her against me. I wished I could soothe her heartache. I was supposed to be the one trying to seduce her, not trying to stab her in the back, which was exactly what I was doing. There was no denying it.
“I told him he was wrong,” she continued. “I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about. I told myself he was just trying to confuse me. But no. I see now that he was right about you. You’re a monster!”
Her voice started cracking and growing louder. Soon, the neighbors would hear her screaming at me. I didn’t want that. In my line of business, drawing attention of any sort was usually a bad thing, and I didn’t need cops knocking on my door in the middle of the night to figure out the details of a domestic abuse accusation.
I approached her with my hands up, trying to catch her wrists. She started flailing her arms at me, landing a few hits on my shoulders and my chest before I was able to grip her and start pushing her back into the bedroom where we could talk.
“Get off me,” she fussed, almost growling in her rage.
“Julia, please,” I said calmly. “Calm down so we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”
“No. Let. Me. Go.” She pushed against me with her wrists. “I mean it, Gage. I’m done.”
I pushed her into the bedroom and pinned her against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“I’m trying to subdue you, Julia. You’re acting crazy. You need to calm down,” I tried to convince her.
“You need to calm down,” she yelled in my face.
Holding her against the wall by her wrists, I pressed myself against her. The fighting and yelling was even turning me on for her. I pushed my body hard against her, holding her against the wall.<
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Even though she was still growling and spitting at me, when she felt the desire growing for her in my jeans, she spread her legs and rocked her hips against me, moaning as she rubbed herself along my growing erection.
I took both of her petite wrists in one hand above her head and wrapped my fingers under her chin, squeezing her mouth and pulling her to me for a kiss. Our lips met for the first time, and I could feel her body melt against the wall. Our mouths worked together, in unison, as our tongues darted out, furiously tangling and wrestling with each other.
I let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, really driving myself against her body. She moaned into my mouth. She rocked her hips against me, harder, more furiously.
Then, just as suddenly as it had all started, she shoved me away.
“Stay away from me,” she hissed. “I can’t believe you.”
She pointed a finger at me, holding me in my place as she backed through the doorway and started down the hall to the living room. But I wasn’t about to let her get away from me. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.
Julia turned and shot me a painful, stabbing look with her fiery eyes.
“I can’t believe you. Dimitri’s right about you. You’re just using me, just like you’re using him. You’re going to kill us both when you’re done.”
I let go and stepped back from her. “What are you talking about? Kill you? Are you out of your mind?”
“No, Gage. I was out of my mind when I agreed to help you, and when I agreed to let you hold me here against my will,” she snapped.
I grabbed her and pulled her to me. “Listen to me,” I told her.
“No, you listen to me,” she retorted. “I’m getting a cab and leaving. I’m going home. If you even so much as think about me, I will have your thug biker ass arrested so fast your head will spin.”
My need for her surged, growing painfully hard against my jeans, screaming to reach out and get to her.
“No, you’re not,” I told her, turning around and throwing her down on the bed.
I stood over her and pulled off my belt, letting it dangle from my hand like I was about to whip her with it, just long enough to hold her attention.
“You’re going to listen to what I have to tell you.”
She looked at the belt, then at me with worry in her eyes, reminding me that no matter how furious our passion felt, she was not anything like the women I was normally with. I dropped my belt, not liking the look in her eyes as she thought I was about to beat her.
“You shouldn’t listen to Dimitri. He’s going to try to get you to set him free, but the moment he’s not tied down, he’s going to attack you. He will rape you in a heartbeat, and then he’ll kill you before running off,” I explained to her.
The thought of bending her over the little wooden table in that room and having my way with her caused me to twitch in my pants. I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my jeans to the floor. I climbed onto the bed on top of her.
“I’m not going to let that happen to you,” I told her.
Her petite hands brushed over my arms, welcoming me down on top of her.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, and you should know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
I pressed myself down against her nightgown between her legs, feeling the heat from between her legs inviting me into her.
She reached down with those little hands and wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her nightgown, raising her legs and the fabric to open herself to me.
I reached down and ran a finger along the tight, delicate, hairless folds of skin between her thin legs. I pressed in and felt her juices gathering for me. I rubbed my finger along the inside of her lips, spreading her around, getting her nice and wet to accept me.
She moaned and arched her back.
It was time. If I didn’t take the chance tonight, I knew it would miss it.
Chapter 12
Julia
I pulled my nightgown off over my head as Gage’s gorgeous body hovered over me, revealing my body to him. I was ready to give myself to him. I wanted him to have me.
I pulled my legs up to open myself to him, as his hips slid down between my thighs. I quivered in anticipation. Then, he delicately slid a finger between the wet folds of skin between my legs, spreading me open and spreading my juices around my tight entrance before pressing his head against me.
I arched my back and moaned as he entered me, pressing his thick head between my lips and slowly driving his shaft deep into me. All of the pent up desires locked deep within my body began to unwind immediately at his touch.
I gripped his arms and pulled him down to me. As she thrust inside me, pushing deeper and deeper until all of him filled all of me, the muscles on his chest and abs rubbed against my nipples, hardening them and sending quick little jolts of pleasure down throughout my body.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he stroked himself into me.
“Yes, Gage,” I moaned, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. “Take me, Gage. Use me,” I pleaded.
I relaxed my back, letting my body melt back into the bed as he continued to fill me with his desire. I felt his throbbing pulse in his manhood as he rubbed against my inner walls. I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it over to grab one of my breasts. His large fingers rolled my nipple between them as he cupped the swell of my breast and squeezed me in his firm palm. I squeezed my other breast, pulling and twisting my nipple.
He pushed into me harder, deeper. Faster. He drove himself into me, pulling his shaft back along my tight opening and plunging it all the way in again. I tilted my hips so that the ridge on his head flicked my g-spot every time he passed it, causing my muscles to contract and squeeze his shaft as he slid back and forth in me.
I moaned and grabbed his hand on my breast, forcing him to squeeze me harder as my legs tightened against his hips, squeezing him and holding him in place while I started rocking my hips against his erection, holding him deep inside of me and rubbing my slit against the bare skin above his shaft.
My body shivered and shook beneath him.
“I’m coming for you,” I breathed, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, my breath coming in short, sharp jerks. I let go of his hands on my breasts and gripped the sheets as waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. I matched my rocking hips to their motion, forcing myself against him with each spasm of pleasure.
My breathing grew faster as I drove myself against him faster and faster.
I felt him growing harder inside of me as his orgasm crept up along his shaft. I could feel him getting closer and closer.
Then, he was out of me, stroking himself with his hand. I grabbed his girth, wrapping my thin fingers around him, and I pulled him to my mouth, taking him as deep as my inexperienced throat could handle him. My hand gripped and stroked his base while my lips and tongue slid up and down, sucking and pulling on him.
Until, at last, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his warm, salty juice. My throat worked to swallow him as quickly as he spilled over my tongue. I drank every last warm drop of him. He jerked and shoved himself deep into my mouth, triggering my gag reflex, but I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat, fighting the sensation to reject him.
He pulled his hips away, sliding out of my mouth. I let go of him and put my hands on my stomach as he lay down next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Damn, Julia,” he said.
“It was well worth the wait,” I told him, though we hadn’t waited long at all. The tension between us made it feel like we’d waited years.
I rolled over, facing away from him, and pushed my back side up against him, pulling his arm tighter around my waist.
“Gage,” I breathed, enjoying the way his name felt sliding out of my mouth.
He kissed my shoulders. “I meant what I said,
” he told me. “I’m going to take care of you.” His voice trailed off, and his breathing began to deepen as it slowed.
As I lay there, listening to his breath and feeling his chest heave against my back, it hit me what had just happened. I was in too deep now.
I ran a hand along his tattooed arm. Gage Noll was not the type of man I would normally have gone for, but there was something about him that I found irresistible.
There was also something about him that meant I was probably in even more danger now than I had been before.