Page 98 of Reckless
Before I could answer, he plunged into me, stripping the air right from my chest, and thrust hard.
I threw my head back, gasping as he held himself deep inside me. When he pulled from me, I just wanted him back. And when he rocketed back inside me, I pressed my hips to meet him.
This time, he wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing so tight I could barely breathe and pressed me down on him as he burrowed even deeper. A keen escaped my mouth.
With his next withdrawal, he moved faster, pumping inside hard twice and raising me up so high on his way out that my knees left the hay. Our skin stuck together, drenched in sweat as he wrapped around me, pressing me into a cocoon of his making. Each time he slammed into me he seemed to go deeper, and more of him wrapped around me until I was surrounded by him, safe, in heaven, being sucked deeper into the waters of pleasure.
“Oh, Gage.” My walls contracted in a deep spasm that clamped down on him.
“You are so fucking amazing.”
At his words, my body opened, bloomed beneath him, as pleasure split me in two and his skin on mine healed me and then broke me apart again. He gripped my hips, keeping me in a never-ending cascade of release and building, release and building as he swelled inside me. He gave a strangled shout, and I felt his heat explode inside me, causing yet another wave to take me into oblivion.
Lying in the hay afterward, Gage brushed my hair away from my face and chuckled. “That was amazing, and totally unexpected too.”
I looked up at him with a lazy smile. “I wouldn’t have thought when I woke up this morning that I’d end up here with you.”
“Well, that’s kind of what I hoped for. Not in the barn in a pile of hay, of course. I’d like to hold you this way forever, but there’s still the gig.”
“Oh yeah, there is.” I bolted into a sitting position, scrambling for my clothes. “We better get dressed, you’re already late. I don’t want the Gaged members or fans to hate me more than they already do.”
“My guys definitely don’t hate you, you never have to worry about that.”
I shot him a disbelieving look. “Really? After I left you that way?”
“They want us back together. And my fans are going to hatemenow.” He pulled me in for a kiss. “But not as much as I love you.”
I climbed up on a bale of hay and wrapped my arms around him. “I love you too. Why are your fans going to hate you? Because of me?” I couldn’t allow that.
“Not exactly.” He grinned. “But you’ll find out about that later. So, do you think you might come and see the gig after all?”
“I don’t have a ticket.”
He snorted with laughter. “Babe, I think I can get you in.”
