I’m back home now, showered, shaved even though I clearly have no man to do it for, my hair washed, and I’m lying in bed, my hands gliding up and down my side, legs moving against each other. The memory of sliding on Gage’s lap, feeling his cock even through layers of our clothes, makes me yearn to be around him again, the smell of leather and tobacco, mixed with the undertones of nutmeg and cardamom.
“Damn it,” I mutter, the vibration of my cell phone jarring me out of a fantasy. One where I’m riding Gage until both of us are breathing heavy, bodies glistening with sweat, our tongues entwined with one another, and us coming apart at the seams, feeling him deep inside me.
I unlock my phone to a text from an unknown number. I glance at the message, already knowing who this is, so I program his number.
Gage: Miss me?
Me: Can’t miss what you never had.
It’s the truth too. I mean, this is Gage we’re talking about. With the amount of tiptoeing we’ve done around each other, the words I constantly throw at him, maybe Gage is finally ready to get off the pot.
Gage: True, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t miss someone.
Me: Yeah, what’s up?
I try to shut this down, because if I get my hopes up with him one more time, I’m destined to do something drastic, well, minus the shaving of my head. There’s no way I could do something like that.
Gage: In my room at the club thinking about you here, dancing for me.
Me: Yeah, well, that won’t be happening any time soon.
The dots that let me know he’s typing appear, and then disappear. I throw the phone down, annoyed at the thought he could possibly think the only thing I would want is sex. Men are so dense. I should just go to sleep, but of course, that’s when my phone vibrates again.
Gage: Not exactly the answer I was hoping for…
He includes a picture of himself, and dear God, Gage really does need to come with a warning label. He’s propped up in his bed, a grin playing on his face, shirtless, and showing me what I really want. Muscles that are flexed as one of Gage’s arms is behind his head. On any other person, they’d look ridiculous, but on him, they absolutely do not. Nope, they make me freaking yearn for something more.
Me: Since you showed me yours, I’ll show you mine ;)
I attach an image of myself, much like his minus the arm above my head. One arm is up while I’m in a sitting position, capturing the selfie, but I make sure he sees everything, and that includes the white tank top. It’s doing nothing to hide the fact that I’m braless, especially since my nipples are aching from what he sent me alone. My legs are crossed, and my full body is in the picture. I one-up him though, because he can literally see I’m wearing nothing in the way of shorts.
My back meets the bed as I wait for him to respond via text, eyes closed, my hand skimming the edge of my panties, knowing I’ll need to take the edge off on my own.
The jarring of the phone ringing startles me yet again.
“Hello.” My voice comes out huskier than I thought it would.
“Nova, are you trying to kill me?” Gage croons in my ear. My legs move on their own. He’s completely oblivious to what his gravel voice does to me.
“You started it. I only finished it.”
“If you get off that fast, then I’m ready to see you come undone for me.” I can hear the rustling on the other end of the line.
“I walked right into that, didn’t I?” I roll my eyes. Not that Gage can see that though.
“Sure did. Tell me, Nova, you gonna let me hear you come tonight?” he asks. I so want to give in to temptation, and I hate to admit this, but I’m fucking scared that once we get started, neither of us will stop, not until we leave a path of destruction in our wake.
“That depends.” I decide to put my cards on the table.
“On what?” he responds. I move, returning to a sitting position. I’m not a wilting flower, so telling Gage my fear shouldn’t be so hard. It is though. “I’m just going to throw this out. There’s no way that I want just sex, Gage. If that were the case, I’d just stick with my B.o.B. And judging by the way you’re acting tonight, it might seem that’s what you want from me.” I breathe once I finally say my piece.
“Shit, I fucked up again. That’s not what I want, Nova. Stella told me not to be a dumbass. Guess that didn’t sink in.” The way he’s stepping up and even talking to Stella about me makes me smile. That’s all I need to know. Gage clearly has more than just sex on the brain.