Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
When we get inside, Gage insists I take a bath to relax while he gives Rory one. My nerves are still a bit rattled, so I take him up on his offer and use the time to unwind, meeting him back in Rory’s room as he’s finishing her bedtime story. She’s already fast asleep, so I give her a soft kiss, not wanting to wake her up.
“How are you feeling?” Gage asks, sitting on the couch and pulling me onto his lap.
“Better.” I snuggle into his chest. “Today was really nice… aside from me blacking out.”
“Yeah, it was.” He kisses the top of my head. “But that bunny was creepy as fuck, Sadie. You sure you didn’t black out from that?”
Appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood with a joke, I laugh into his chest. “He’s not creepy. He’s a cute little bunny.”
“Babe, he’s the shit nightmares are made of. Did you see how Rory reacted? Even she recognized the creepy vibes. And who in the hell decided to make it a normal thing where animals sit on benches and kids sit on their laps?” He mock shivers. “Are there other scary animals I should be aware of?”
“No,” I say, sitting up with a laugh and playfully slapping his arm. “But there is Santa.”
“Oh fuck, I forgot about him,” Gage groans. “I think we need to start a new tradition. One that doesn’t involve our daughter sitting on creepy-ass men’s laps and taking photos with them.”
I wrap my arms around Gage’s neck. “What about me? Can I sit on creepy-ass men’s laps and take photos with them?”
“Fuck no,” Gage growls, gripping the curves of my hips and pulling me closer to him. “The only lap you’re sitting on is mine.”
His mouth crashes against mine, and all thoughts of the Easter Bunny and Santa and blacking out go straight out the window as I get lost in everything that is Gage.
“Stay the night,” I murmur against his lips.
“You sure?” he asks, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against mine.
“I want you to spend the night… in my bed.” My eyes lock with his as I grind down on his hard crotch. “I want to finish what we started earlier today.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
SADIE
Gage drops me onto the center of the bed and then backs up, reaching behind him and lifting his T-shirt over his head, exposing his tattooed chest and six-pack abs. When we were together before, I never took the time to appreciate his body, too lost in my grief, and because of the drugs, his body wasn’t as defined. But now, as he pulls his hair back, tying it up into a knot, I can’t help but take in the way his biceps and shoulders ripple as he lifts and lowers his arms. The way his abs somehow get even tighter when he reaches for his jeans and unbuttons and unzips them. My eyes stay trained on him as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs, and my jaw damn near drops when his thick, veiny cock springs up, and the glint of metal catches my attention.
Oh, God… that piercing, the one that goes through the head of his dick from top to bottom—I looked it up once out of curiosity, and it’s called an apadravya. And even though I was hurt by what he did when he pushed me away, that piercing has appeared in my thoughts and fantasies on several occasions when I was alone and needing a visual to get myself off.
Gage steps out of his clothes and reaches for his cock, stroking it up and down slowly, teasingly, as he smirks knowingly at me. I might’ve mentioned to the other women during our playdate how hot Gage’s pierced cock was. And Kendall and Layla might’ve said something to their husbands about wanting them to get theirs pierced. And Gage might’ve found out… But in my defense, Kendall gave me wine and practically dragged it out of me.
Wanting Gage’s pierced cock in me ASAP, I reach up to remove my own shirt, but he shakes his head, then stalks forward, crawling onto the bed and toward me like he’s a lion, and I’m his prey. I get up on my knees and meet him halfway, and he lifts my sweater dress up, tossing it to the side.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he murmurs, dipping his head and trailing hot kisses across the swells of my breasts before he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, removing each of the straps and setting my breasts free of their confines.
Taking them in his hands, he licks and sucks my nipples while I reach down and stroke his cock, using the bit of precum that’s seeped out as lubricant.
“I want you in me,” I groan when he sucks hard on my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.