Page 47 of Yours, Now and Always
He slams in deep and groans my name as he comes, staying buried in me as he catches his breath.
And then,knock, knock, knock.
“Lovebirds!” Tim yells through the door. “You’re officially late for the afternoon festivities and I swear to God if you’re fucking, I will kick this door in, drag you both out by your hair, and call Marin for backup.”
“He knocks one more time,” Gage rasps against my ear, not moving, “and he’ll wish he didn’t.”
He lowers his mouth to my shoulder to press a kiss there. His lips linger and he breathes in deep like I’m oxygen. “I needed this,” he murmurs. “Just you. Before everything else.”
I’m still processing that as he pulls out. I turn and find his eyes, reaching my hand to curve over his hip. “I needed this too. I love having our families here, but all I want is time with you.” I pause before admitting, “I feel a little guilty about that.”
His eyes hold mine as Tim yells more nonsense outside. “Don’t ever feel guilty for wanting what’s yours, Amelia. I’m your husband. You get all of me. Every fucking second you want.”
He kisses me, a quick brush of my lips, which is nowhere near enough. Then pulls back to say, “The next time I let you convince me to agree to an afternoon of Tim—” his lips claim mine again roughly, his eyes intense and heated afterward “—I’m recording your apology, which will involve you sitting on mythrone with your fingers inside your pussy while you say you’re sorry in between moaning my name.”
My husband plays a good game of pretending to be bothered by Tim’s over-the-top energy, but secretly I know he wouldn’t have him any other way. Gage likes how both my brothers show me their love loudly and without apology.
“I seem to recall this differently.” The sexy smile I give him borders on a smirk. “I could swear it was you who said yes to this afternoon first.”
His eyes flare at the challenge in my tone. He lifts a hand and places his palm to the wall above my head while he leans in close, caging me. “You wanna play this game, Princess?” A beat passes while his dark eyes promise all kinds of filth. “You and the girls planned this, and then you encouraged Olivia to bring up the idea, so it wouldn’t be traced back to you.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Maybe.”
“You knew I’d say yes if it made you happy.”
“That does sound like something you’d do,” I say sweetly.
He drops his voice to a low rasp. “And then you fed Tim the plan and sat back and watched while my afternoon got hijacked.”
“I may have gently encouraged him.”
He brings his free hand up to curl around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Claiming. Worshipful.
“You played me,” he says, mouth hovering over mine. “And you’ll be paying for it.”
A thrill blazes through me.
His eyes remain firmly on mine while he tightens his hold on my neck a fraction. Those eyes say he’d rather lock me in this room for the afternoon than allow me to leave. “You’re going to spend our honeymoon letting me show you what happens when you make deals on my behalf.”
“And if I like being punished?” My voice sounds as breathless as I feel.
The sound Gage makes at that question is pure wreckage. His control frays just enough to show teeth. “You wanna be punished? Then you’re going to start our honeymoon loving me on your knees. Pretty mouth open, hands behind your back, until I decide you’ve earned the right to be touched.”
Every inch of my body burns with need for this. For him taking me to the edge and leaving me there.
“I’ll make you beg for my hands. For my mouth. For my cock. And then, once you have them, I’ll edge you. Deny your orgasms until you’re shaking and soaking wet with nothing but my voice in your head, telling you to be a good girl and wait.”
My thighs clench. My heart races.
His voice dips even lower as his thumb drags over the collar around my neck. “When I do finally let you come, you’re going to thank me. On your knees again. With your mouth still wet from the last time I used it.”
He pulls back half an inch, eyes blazing. “You keep playing with fire, Princess, don’t be surprised when you find yourself crawling for mercy.”
Heat rushes low and deep, a slick throb blooming between my legs all over again. As if he just touched me there. My nipples tighten and my skin is hypersensitive, every nerve standing up to beg.
I shift against the wall, as if that might cool the fire he just relit, but it’s hopeless. My legs don’t even feel stable anymore.
Gage sees it, andIsee just how close he is to sayingfuck itto the afternoon plan.
