Saving Us (The Billionaire Brothers of NY Duology #1)

25. Gage

CHAPTER 25

Gage

W aking with a start, I was confused as to where I was. But then I felt the weight of her, asleep in my arms, and remembered. Looking down at her tiny frame on my lap, I knew we were starting something that we both needed to be very careful with. This whole debacle proved that. But I was scared, there was no denying that. Because I did not have a great track record.

And because of how I felt about her. It was happening hard and fast. But there was no denying it was happening.

It was dark outside, late into the night, I suspected. But the exhaustion of the past few days of lost sleep and our emotional reunion resulted in me crashing. And Harper didn’t look ready to wake up yet, either.

But I felt disgusting. The sweat had dried on me in the form of salt crystals across my body hair. I needed a shower. Thankfully, she was light enough that I could lift her from me and lay her back on the couch. Once she was covered with a blanket, I went on the hunt for a bathroom.

Finding what appeared to be Harper’s room, I turned on the shower in the attached en suite. Stepping inside the roomy stall shower, I turned the water on full blast and waited for it to warm. Leaning forward against the wall, allowing the water to hit the back of my neck, I relished in the hot streams that fell across my skin, taking the grime of my day away with it.

Of course, I knew the potential outcomes of how today could have gone.

There was immense comfort knowing where we stood compared to how I felt even in the morning when I woke.

Suddenly, the glass door opened.

“Hey, you,” I said, gaping at the sight in front of me.

She was stunning.

As she stepped in, I admired her now-tan skin glowing in the dim light as the water coated her. She wrapped her arms around my middle from behind, hugging me.

“Hey,” she said. “I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Every little thing she said helped heal my heart a bit more.

“Let me wash you,” she said, reaching for bodywash and a washcloth. After making the suds on the cloth, she rubbed it along my back and over my shoulders. The scent invaded my nose, floral with a hint of something woodsy.

It was all her. And it drove me crazy.

These past few days of missing her were a torment to my mind. Only once I saw her again did I realize how much I’d missed her body. Missed her touch.

“Gage,” she said. The timbre of her voice shocked me, the sadness coming through in one word. Turning my head slightly to find her face, her downcast eyes confirmed my suspicion. “There’s so much more that needs to be said, by me. I have to…”

Spinning to face her, my fingers went to her lips, silencing her pending apology. Shaking my head, I hoped my message came through in my look. But as she stood straighter, I knew it hadn’t.

“I know you feel like you have to apologize, but I don’t need that right now, baby. I’ve missed the feel of you. I thought I’d never have your skin against mine again.”

Her hands came to my face, the apology in her trembling fingers as they gripped my cheeks. My hands covered hers as my mouth kissed her palm. She nodded up at me as she pulled her hands away.

“I promise we’ll talk, Harper, we will.”

“I know,” she said with an acknowledging smile.

I turned toward the wall and reached for the hand still holding the washcloth, hoping she would resume washing me.

And she did. Her fingers trailing across my back. Her touch was what I needed, what I’d missed these past few days of thinking we might be over. As her hands and nails rubbed up and down, my body fought to respond to her touch.

The twitch of my dick went unnoticed at first. But as her hands lowered to my ass, I couldn’t hide my desire for her any longer.

“Ahh, fuck, Harper,” I moaned. My hands were against the tile wall in front of me as she dropped the washcloth to the shower floor. She gripped and rubbed me from behind, eventually working around to the side of my hips.

By now my cock was standing tall, desperate for her touch.

Her fingers glided along my sides, my hips, inching toward where I needed them to be. It took everything in me to not force her to grab my dick, cup my balls.

But delayed satisfaction had its benefits. I used it with her plenty of times. But experiencing it was torture, a sweet torture.

And she was playing my game. Her hands, instead of moving between my legs, spread to my thighs. Her nails dug in as she ran a path down each leg. My body trembled for her under the steamy spray.

But then the game switched. Or ended, I guess.

“I want you to fuck me, Gage,” she said against my back, her mouth licking and kissing between her words. “Fuck me, make me come, please. We need this.”

A primal growl came from deep inside me as I spun to face her. My hands lifted her by the backs of her thighs, pushing her against the wall, chest to chest. Her tits were pushed up against me and my mouth was drawn to the flesh, sucking it into my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock lining up with her pussy perfectly.

It would be so easy to plunge into her, right then.

And I almost didn’t hold back.

But I did. Instead, I placed her feet back on the tiles, pushing her up against the wall. Her eyes peered up at me, droplets of water dripping from her lashes, as her damn tongue came out and licked her lips.

A seductress.

As she leaned against the wall, I dropped to my knees. Her hands went to the top of my head, nails digging into my scalp, fingers pulling at my hair, drawing me to her.

Spreading her pussy apart, I was desperate to get to her clit. Separating her legs further, she granted me access as my fingers pressed against the slick skin, opening her for me. The water trailed down her body, across her exposed flesh, making it glisten in the dim light.

“Oh my God, Gage, I love when you touch me,” she moaned.

Looking up, I watched her head fall to the side as she arched her back, her breasts pushing forward. Reaching up, I took hold of a taut nipple, twisting it between my fingers. Her body froze. The pain seemed almost too much as her hand came to her breast, gripping the back of mine in protest.

“Relax,” I murmured against the folds of her pussy. “Tell me if it’s too much, but it’ll feel good if you let it, baby.” Waiting for a response and getting none, I prodded again. “Harper, tell me what you want, baby. Should I continue?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Keep going.”

My fingers pulled and twisted, gently at first, but with increasing pressure. She began accepting the agony, allowing it to pass from pain to pleasure.

“Ahh,” she mewled.

“That’s it, beautiful. Surrender yourself to me.”

As my hand continued the torment above, my mouth dove between her legs. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I savored her taste.

Like a sweet, delicate wine.

My lips circled around her, sucking her hard flesh into my mouth. The muscles of her thighs tightened against my head, clenching and squeezing, as I swirled my tongue around her clit.

“Christ, Gage, I can’t…”

Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, she opened even more to me. My free hand rubbed along her pussy, stopping at her entrance. Sliding a finger inside, her body trembled. Then her hands yanked at my hair with urgency.

“More Gage, that’s not enough!”

My dick swelled with her command—and of course, I obliged.

Two, then three fingers pushed deep inside her as the walls of her pussy clamped onto me. As my hand pumped in and out in a torturous rhythm, my lips countered with a slow suck that pulled her deep within my mouth. All while I pinched and twisted each of her nipples.

It was the pleasure trifecta.

I knew when it started. The contraction of muscle inside her and out had my body in a stronghold.

And I knew not to stop. The sounds she was making, the moans and gasps, told me this orgasm was deep. Her bent knee over my shoulder pulled me closer, trying to keep me from moving.

Instead, using my other shoulder, I pulled her straight leg up and over.

She was balancing on my face, my hand, my shoulders.

And had no ability to stop me whatsoever.

I quickened my pace just enough to hear the change in her moan. That delicate balance between keeping her going and losing the orgasm.

I knew how to keep it going.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Gage, please!”

She didn’t know what she was begging for, but I did.

She wanted to come, but she didn’t want it to end even more.

And I was here to deliver.

“Please what, baby?” I asked. “Should I stop?” I teased.

“Oh my God, Gage, please don’t stop.” She was begging, so close to the pinnacle.

The water streamed along my face as my mouth and hand continued to ravage her. Her legs tightened around my shoulders, my neck, as she rode the wave approaching. The high-pitched sounds coming from her sang a song of ecstasy and were music to my ears.

And I felt her reach the top as her body tensed against mine, holding onto my head for strength.

To endure.

With her body against the wall, my mouth against her pussy, and my hands gripping her ass, Harper reveled in the surge that consumed her.

She let herself go.

And I devoured everything she gave me.

I lapped it up as she screamed my name. Her body tensed as my fingers pulsed in and out, keeping the contractions going.

Then her muscles slumped, the exhaustion hitting her hard.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Sliding her legs from my shoulders, I grabbed her ass, holding onto her and bringing us to standing. Her wide eyes watched me as I maneuvered us higher up on the wall.

Staring into those bright blue eyes, I got lost.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Harper, you know that?”

Her timid smile was fucking adorable.

“I love making you come. Your sounds, every move you make, all of it is sexy as hell.”

She grabbed the back of my head and crushed her mouth to mine, our tongues doing a little dance together.

“I taste me on your mouth,” she murmured against my lips.

The growl that came from deep within me startled us both.

“Saying things like that is going to get you fucked. Hard,” I told her as I pulled her legs apart with my upper arms, opening her for me, as I lined her up against the tip of my dick. “Shit, let me get a condom.”

Her arms flung around my neck, holding tight.

“No, don’t,” she said.

Looking at her with lifted brows, the question was all over my face.

“I’m on the pill and not planning on being with anyone else,” she said. “Are you?”

“Never,” I growled.

Lowering her pussy onto my stiff dick, I slid right into her. Taking it slow, I allowed her to accommodate me.

Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth fell open as her head tilted back. I pushed inside her all the way, making me harden even more. My mouth was drawn to her exposed neck. I began sucking on the wet flesh as the water covered us.

“Oh, Gage,” she moaned. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

That was when I knew she was ready.

“Hang on, baby, we’re going for a ride. This will not be gentle,” I said in her ear. “Are you okay with that?”

Her response was to push her pussy down onto my dick. With force.

Rearing back, I slammed into her as her ass slid up the wall. With her on top of me, my entire length was inside her, reaching every part of her.

And she took it.

Her expectant eyes looked at mine, questioning why I stopped moving.

And that sent me on autopilot. The tension and emotion from the past few days were coiled up inside me and threatened to explode.

And they did.

In and out, pushing and pulling, slamming and stretching.

“Fuck…Harper…you’re so fucking…tight!”

The spray from the shower trailed down our bodies, making her glisten. Her pebbled nipples bounced with each slam into her. Leaning down, I pulled one into my mouth, sucking hard. My teeth grazed the hard nub of flesh, biting at it.

That made her moans grow louder.

The tempo continued to increase, our bodies crashing against each other’s.

“Fuck…I’ve missed you.” My words tumbled from me as the clapping of our skin echoed against the tiled wall. “Look at me, Harper.”

Her eyes found mine as I pumped in and out of her.

Those crystal blue eyes like the clearest ocean. And they held promise in them. An unsaid promise.

What I needed most.

“Look at me while I fuck you harder,” I told her. “Watch the moment you take everything from me.”

As I pummeled into her, my concern she wouldn’t be able to do this disappeared.

Not only had she taken all of me, but she had stolen all of me.

“I’m going to come…Harper…watch me come inside you.”

And she did. Her eyes on mine, my chest, our connected bodies, as I unleashed everything I had left in me.

I surrendered to her.

Body and soul.