Page 25 of Keeper of Hearts
Chapter Eleven
Gage
"Do you want to come in?" Troian asks, peeking over at me from the passenger seat as I pull into her driveway at the end of the day.
"Hell yes," I growl, my knuckles white around the steering wheel. "But if I do, I won't be able to keep my hands to myself, butterfly." Not after she came all over me again today. Not after I tasted her.
I've been dying a slow death ever since, thinking up nine thousand different excuses to get her alone so I could get another taste, straight from the source this time. If I go inside with her, I'll find a reason to get her naked. And I'm not sure I'll stop at eating her until she's coming all over my face.
Apparently, I'm greedy like that.
"Who said you have to?" she asks, her cheeks pink.
I groan, bouncing my head against the seat rest. "I do." I glance over at her. "As much as I want you—and believe me, I want you so fucking badly I'm ready to lose my mind—I haven't earned the right to know exactly what you taste like coming all over my tongue yet."
"Gage," she whispers softly, her face falling. "It isn't your fault that Victoria treats me the way she does."
"Yeah, it is." I peel my hand from the steering wheel, cupping her cheek. "She's been a bitch to you because I wasn't clear enough. I need to make it right, butterfly. I owe you that."
She tilts her head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously. "What are you up to, Gage Bronx?"
"You'll see on Friday." I grin at her. "But I can't go inside with you right now, or I'll fuck it all up."
Troian grumbles softly and then sighs. "You make it really hard to be disappointed, you know that?"
"Good. I never want to disappoint you again."
She smiles sweetly, and I swear to God, I want to taste that smile. A second later, I realize there's nothing stopping me now. She knows how I feel about her. She knows that I'm wild for her.
I pull her toward me, crashing our mouths together.
She moans against my lips, her hands in my hair, fucking it all up. I don't care. She can do whatever she wants. I won't ever tell her no.
Somehow, she ends up on my lap, straddling me.
"Jesus," I groan, my head thrown back against the seat as she grinds all over my cock. My hands dig into her hips, trying to keep her right there because it feels fucking magical. "I can't wait to feel you doing that while you're naked, Troian."
She bites my throat in response, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to tip her over backward and tear her clothes off. It's what I want to do. But I don't. Restraint.
A motherfucker is learning.
Instead, I kiss her again, letting her grind all over me until the windows are fogged all to hell and she's gasping my name and trembling like she's about to come all over me.
She doesn't get the chance.
She's right there—right fucking there—when her dad taps on the window.
"Shit," I growl.
Troian squeaks, practically flinging herself back into the passenger seat.
Judging by the way Mr. Alessi scowls at me, he knows precisely what we were doing, and he is not a happy camper. "Out of the truck, Gage," he says. "Now."
"Fuck my life," I breathe, climbing from the truck to meet him.
Troian scrambles out with wide eyes. "Dad, you're home early."
"Clearly," he says, his eyes narrowed on his daughter. "Inside, Troian."
