Ride Baby Ride

by Vivian Arend

  No, that wasn’t right. Katy was still getting orgasms, lots of them, delivered in a timely and most enthusiastic fashion on a regular basis. The man’s tongue should be enshrined—when it came to going down on her, he was talented and thorough enough she couldn’t walk afterward.

  Actual sex was the issue. Sex hadn’t yet happened, and after three weeks of exploring lots of other pleasurable activities, Katy was more than eager.

  She was pissed.

  On the nonsexual side, her unsatisfied libido had her directing frustrated energy into a variety of art projects. She couldn’t seem to stop herself. The fight with numbers had turned into an addiction with creativity. As the baby growing inside started to make itself more apparent, her interest in things she had never tried before continued. Her brothers had been thrilled at the suggestion of getting her gift cards from craft shops for Christmas. After a few enthusiastic shopping sprees, she had knitting projects started, and a quilt. She’d bought coloured pencils and art pads for her doodles.

  The last trip to the store had ended with her buying an assortment of Play-Doh and clay that she was itching to dive into. Around the house new hobbies lay scattered on all available surfaces.

  The phone rang, pulling her from her current art project. She checked the call display and sighed her frustration before answering.

  “Simon. What’s up?” And it had better not be another invitation for a date.

  He chuckled. This annoying, grating sound. “Got a present for you, sugar. Just making sure you’re home so I can bring it over.”

  Katy leaned on the wall by the kitchen and fought to keep her voice level. “I don’t need any more presents, Simon. Please, stop trying to buy your way into my affections.”

  He’d bailed out of the prenatal experience after that disastrous first day, but for the rest, he just wouldn’t give up. He called. He dropped in. She was polite each time she turned him down, but he kept on coming like some crazy Red Bull-fueled boyfriend from hell.

  “You don’t mean that, I know you don’t.”

  “Oh, yes, I’m sure I do. Gage and I are happy”—happy enough except for the fact she was going to kill him if he didn’t get a move on—“and I need you to wait until we know more in terms of the baby.”

  “I think you need a little more convincing, is all,” Simon insisted. “We were good together, and we need to be together.”

  “You should stop calling me.” The doorbell rang, and Katy turned to answer it. “We are not getting together.”

  The man didn’t give up. “Who’s at the door? Is it Gage? You shouldn’t be with him. I swear he’s dangerous.”

  Katy peeked outside to discover Gage waiting for her. “He’s not dangerous, and you’re getting annoying. I have to go. I’ll be in touch if I need anything.”

  “I’ll—”

  She hung up on Simon and pulled the door open for Gage. How the man managed to make a winter coat and toque look sexy was damn unfair. “Hi.”

  He straightened from his easy slouch. “Hi. Can I come in?”

  Katy shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

  She turned back to her project, pretending to ignore him, but she knew he was there, all right. Just was tired of his bossy ass, along with the continued annoyance of Simon.

  Silence loomed until she finally peeked over her shoulder.

  “Why are you still wearing all your snow gear?”

  Gage shrugged. “It’s a nice day. I wanted to go for a walk.”

  For some reason his wording only upset her more. “Fine. Have a nice time.”

  She turned her back and ripped a page violently from the magazine, examining it for the best section to add to her mosaic.

  Cold fabric wrapped around her as he leaned against her back. “You mad at me?”

  “I thought you were walking.”

  “With you, Katy. I want to go for a walk with you.”

  “That’s not what you said,” Katy pointed out snarkily. “And far be it for me to insert myself into your plans.”

  Gage lifted her from the chair and forced her chin up. “Okay, point taken. Will you come with me? It’s pretty outside, and we should take advantage of the nice weather.”

  Like some damn yo-yo, her mood rose instantly. Katy couldn’t hold on to her mad. “I’d love to go for a walk. Give me a minute to change.”

  Thirty minutes later they were strolling through the birch trees at the edge of the town park, the snowy path underfoot packed down by a snowmobile. The crisp January air burned her throat slightly as she breathed, but it was still refreshing. Snow clung to bare branches, shimmering white against the shockingly blue Alberta sky.

  Gage had her hand in his, their gloves separating them but connected just the same. “You look like you’re having a ton of fun with the crafts. And sewing. And painting.”

  “Post-concussion syndrome. Doctor finally gave me a name.”

  “Really? That’s cool.”

  “Yeah. I suppose. The brain’s a neat thing. I damaged part of it, so now the pathways or whatever shifted in new directions and poof, I’m an arteest.”

  “Creativity everywhere.”

  His comment hit the wrong way.

  “I know my house is a mess,” Katy snapped, then instantly felt guilty.

  He squeezed her fingers. “I didn’t say anything about the house. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

  “But it is a mess, and that’s not like me, but dammit…” Katy jerked her hand free and paced to the edge of the trail, staring at the sky as she attempted to find her sense of peace. “My God, this is insane.”

  He had the guts to laugh softly. “Katy, I’m not judging you. Or expecting anything from you—”

  “Yeah? Well maybe you should.”

  That dangerous grin of his widened. “Oh?”

  Ass. “Is there something wrong with my body, Gage? You afraid of hurting the baby if we have sex? I mean, you can’t be afraid that I’ll get pregnant, because, hello, that ship has already sailed.”

  Jumping from arts and crafts to sex in under a minute. Go, Katy!

  “You’re not happy with our sex life?” Gage asked.

  A growl escaped her. She marched across the short distance between them to get in his face. “We don’t have a sex life. We have you deciding when to turn off the heat, and I’m getting tired of it.”

  “Agreed.”

  His instant response pierced her bubble and deflated part of her anger. “You agree? Then why are you being such a pain in the butt?”

  Gage pulled off his glove and cupped his warm palm to her cheek. “You know how you wanted to be invited along on the walk? Not just me assuming that you would come?”

  “Yeah?” Where was this going?

  He stroked a thumb over her cheek. “You have changed since the accident, and I like the new Katy. I like how she’s bolder, and more outspoken. I think it’s fascinating that you’ve suddenly got this artistic side, but there’s one thing you’re not doing.”

  She nuzzled against his hand, placated a little. “And what’s that, bossypants?”

  A low rumble of amusement escaped him. “You’re still not deciding what you want then going for it.”

  There was a twist she hadn’t expected. “I thought you said I was bolder?”

  “You are…and you aren’t.” Gage enclosed her in his arms. “You’re bold as brass for a moment then you cut back like your response is a bad thing. It’s not, Katy. If you want something, take it. If you don’t want something, stop beating around the bush. Tell him to get lost.”

  Oh. “This is about Simon.”

  Gage shrugged. “Partly. I know you’re worried about him being the dad, but since you’re not planning on marrying the guy, maybe you should stop being so accommodating.”

  She’d thought of that, but… “You’re right, but it’s still a tough step to take.”

  “Not saying it would be easy, but what’s the use of having this new attitude if you’re not going to use it?”

/>   Katy slipped her hands around his neck. “Well, if you insist, I can think of something I’d really like to do.”

  “Hmm.” Gage stroked her cheek. “Go on, Katybug, boss me around and get some practice.”

  They couldn’t get back to the house fast enough.

  But when they arrived, Katy didn’t simply demand he take her into the bedroom. No matter how daring she felt that was one step further than she could take right now.

  There was something else she could do…

  “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

  He lifted one brow, but his hands went to his buttons. “I like how this is starting.”

  She grabbed her drawing pad and a set of charcoal pencils, and his expression fell.

  A laugh escaped her. “You should see your face right now.”

  His shirt was open, sliding from his shoulders. “This is your call, Katy. Take what you want.”

  Oh, she had every intention of it.

  She rotated the easy chair, sitting to enjoy the view as Gage continued to strip. No fancy dance moves, just honest-to-goodness, solidly built and one-hundred-percent-naked male being revealed in her living room.

  She stared at the curve of muscles across his shoulders. The flare of his biceps and lovely firm chest. He stood with his arms crossed, seemingly at ease in spite of being naked. Well-defined stomach muscles, that V-line muscle framing his lower abdomen.

  His cock nestled in a thatch of dark hair.

  Katy’s fingers flew over the page, her gaze darting back and forth between the picture and her model. She was going to be drooling in about thirty seconds if she wasn’t careful.

  It took an amazingly short time to put on the page the sex-on-legs that was Gage.

  “Out of curiosity, you putting a fig leaf over my cock?” he asked.

  “No.” Although, she wasn’t sure how to draw that part of his anatomy. It had most definitely changed appearance since he’d stripped, rising to a length she longed to explore more closely. “You’re making it tough, dude. When I said nothing moves, you didn’t listen very well, did you now?”

  A burst of laughter escaped him. “I guess not.”

  Katy abandoned the drawing materials behind her and rose to her feet. “I need to get hands-on for this next part.”

  Gage smiled, but said nothing.

  It was like being in a candy store for grown-ups. She slid her hands over his arms and across his chest, savouring the warmth. The scratch of hair on his limbs against her palms. The rapid beat of his heart under her fingers as she explored his chest, pressing a kiss to the center of his torso.

  “I think you should get naked as well,” Gage suggested, his voice low and husky.

  She thought about it for a second. “I’d like that.”

  He was over her in a second, helping her strip. Pulling off clothes and touching her everywhere, and this was what she’d longed for. Both of them involved, kisses pressed over heated skin, hands touching intimately.

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked, loving the softness of his skin in contrast to the hardness beneath. Gage covered her hand with his and increased the pressure, guiding her as his torso tightened, moans of pleasure escaping his lips.

  A slow bend brought her close enough to lick the head of his cock, her tongue tracing the slit, teasing him. He let her play, one hand holding his shaft so she could access the head, wetting him briefly before covering him with her mouth and sucking lightly.

  “You’ve got about ten seconds before I blow,” Gage warned.

  Katy pulled back with a pop as she released him. “Hair trigger?”

  “It’s been a while.”

  The realization it had been months since he said they’d had sex hit in a rush. “You’ve been abstaining for too long.”

  He went willingly with her into the bedroom. One firm push on his chest toppled him to the bed, and she crawled on top.

  The pregnancy had begun to affect her body, but she loved the changes so far. Better skin, more sensitive breasts, just the trace of rounding to her belly.

  Gage ran his hands over her as she straddled his hips, obviously enjoying the changes as well. “Whatever you want. I’m yours.”

  Katy rocked herself over his cock, pressing the hard ridge against her clit repetitively. Smooth strokes that slowly brought up her pleasure and seemed to please Gage as well. He held on to her hips and helped her move, his eyes pinned to her chest as her breasts swayed.

  Then she couldn’t wait any longer. Katy lifted her hips and directed him into her core. Her hand brushed Gage’s as he held his cock upright, and their fingers connected as she slowly eased herself down. One rock after another as she opened around him, taking his thick shaft into her body.

  “Sweet mercy, Katy. So good.”

  She paused, filled completely, squeezing lightly to enjoy the sensation. Testing for pain, or anything that worried her, but all that registered was pleasure. Connection.

  An itch to be scratched…now.

  She shifted over him. Rose and fell with increasing tempo until she was at the edge of exploding. Gage cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, and she gasped at the streak of ecstasy that washed through her system.

  Gage caught her by the hips and raised her slightly.

  “Stay there,” he ordered, waiting for her to get into position. As soon as she obeyed, he thrust upward, increasing the pressure, the speed. One hand slipped down to touch her clit, thumb firmly in position over the sensitive point. He rocked his cock in and out of her body until she shattered.

  Waves rolled her from the inside out, heavy and lingering from having been so long in the making. Anticipation had nothing on the reality, as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, finally clamping down on her hips as she caught her breath. He jerked upright, his cock deep as he came. Another set of aftershocks rocked her core, leaving her head spinning and body swaying with pleasure.

  He curled up and caught her against his chest, kissing her face, running his fingers over her back. They sat there for a long time, intimately connected, until their breathing got back to something near normal.

  Gage stroked her cheek. “Was that what you were hoping for?”

  “Hmm.” Katy rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck lightly. “I think so. We might have to try it again later, just to make sure.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  They laughed together, slowly coming down off the high.

  Katy felt different inside. Not the sex, but in taking another step forward. She might have lost some of her memories, but she was making new ones. She might have lost some of herself, but the new her wasn’t that bad of a person.

  And the guy currently touching her like she was beautiful, precious and amazing? He wasn’t hard to accept as a part of the new life she was facing.

  14

  February

  Gage rolled over carefully. The moonlight shining in the window fell across Katy’s face, highlighting her relaxed curves as she slept. He stroked her bangs off her forehead, unable to keep a smile off his face as he touched her.

  Making love with the woman rocked him to his soul, but these moments were somehow even more intense. The quiet times when he’d look up to catch her smiling at him. The pauses before she’d shyly agree to let him stay the night.

  For the past month he could confidently say they’d been a real couple. No Simon intruding, no lingering worries about what had happened before. Just building something special here and now.

  It was happening, ever so slowly. Falling in love—he was sure of it. His fears faded as they spent more time together.

  Her eyes opened, giving him another glimpse of shining and happy Katy. “You’re staring.”

  “You’re supposed to be asleep,” he chastised. “You have a lot to do tomorrow, remember?”

  Katy crawled out of bed. “Tell that to the future trampoline star in my belly. I need to pee.”

  Watching her as
s wiggle as she slipped into the bathroom got his motor rolling all over again, but he really shouldn’t ravish her three times in one night.

  She crawled back into bed and straight into his arms, twisting their limbs together to plant her chilled feet on his calves.

  “Hey, that’s not nice.”

  Katy grinned. “You comfy?”

  Hell yeah. “Nothing to complain about.”

  He kissed her nose, then embraced her. Soft heat. Wonderful connection. Gage was falling hard, and he wasn’t going to try to stop it anymore.

  He was hovering on the edge of sleep when the familiar nighttime noises changed. A vehicle passed by, motor growling, but instead of fading, the sound got louder. Lights flickered on the wall of Katy’s bedroom, slowly increasing in strength.

  A horn rang, blasting through the night air.

  Katy blinked awake as Gage rolled out of bed, cautiously stepping beside the window. “What’s happening?” she asked sleepily.

  “Not sure.” Gage pulled back the curtains. The powerful front lights of a truck blinded him. “Shit.”

  “Fucking bastard.” The cries came from outside, faint, but getting louder. “Asshole. Get away from her.”

  Katy was on her feet, reaching for her robe. “Is that Simon?”

  A loud rattle was followed by shattering glass. The window beside Gage’s head exploded into a starry mess of cracks an instant before it imploded, pieces of glass falling to the floor and the edge of the bed. Katy screamed.

  From outside Simon shouted, “Get out of her house, you murderer.”

  Another crash sounded as a second window was destroyed. Gage dodged past the glass to drag Katy into the safety of the hall. “Stay here,” he ordered, ducking back into the bedroom to snatch up his jeans.

  She had grabbed her robe, wrapping the material around herself as Gage jerked on his pants and headed to the front door to find his shoes. “Wait, what are you doing? Gage.”

  “Call 911. Simon’s gone insane. Damn idiot.”

  Katy had the phone in her hand. “Calling. Don’t go out there.”