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

29. Gage

CHAPTER 29

Gage

H arper seemed a bit off all night. From the moment I picked her up, until I helped her into the car to head home, there was something unsaid hanging in the air between us. Of course, her seeing me with my ex would create some tension, but she seemed off even before that. But once we got into the limo to head home, the tension seemed to heighten. Maybe it was because we were alone. Or maybe it was because I was able to focus solely on her.

I knew there was the chance of Rebecca showing up. The fact that she did meant we would probably have to talk about it, and I really didn’t want to. Nothing related to that woman was worth wasting our breath on.

Harper held my hand in her lap, both her hands playing with my fingers, as the car weaved through traffic. It was too short a drive to be worth trying to talk about anything. Tommy would have us to my place within minutes.

But then suddenly, she spun in her seat and was facing me. Her eyes remained looking at our interlocked hands even as she started talking.

“When I woke up this morning, something just didn’t feel right. I had no idea what it was, but it felt like a black cloud hung over me all day. Like this impending sense of doom that wouldn’t go away, even with how excited I was about tonight.” Her tiny smile helped me to realize that she was okay as she finally looked up at me. “I met Rebecca in the bathroom tonight a little while before we left.”

Her words sliced me open.

Keeping them apart was the one job I gave myself once I knew Rebecca had arrived. I saw Harper go into the bathroom. That was when Rebecca came to say her goodbyes to some people nearby, probably leaving early because she realized she shouldn’t have come in the first place.

But I got complacent.

She must have gone in the ladies’ room on her way out.

“Harper, I’m so sorry. The last thing I wanted was for you to have to deal with her tonight.”

Pulling her against my chest, I gripped the back of her head. But she pushed against me, struggling to sit up.

“Gage,” she started. “I think it was good for me.”

The irony of her smile wasn’t lost on me. My look of confusion didn’t surprise her.

“No, really. It gave me closure. I was able to get a few things off my chest, so it was good.”

“What did she say to you, Harper?”

I didn’t want my tone to deter her from telling me, but I was furious at this entire situation.

“Well, she told me I was good for you.” Her smug laugh was adorable and actually calmed me down a bit. She resumed playing with my fingers as she continued. “And she said you look happy.”

I fell against the seat of the car, letting that sink in. Never in a million years would I have predicted those words come from Rebecca’s mouth. Looking at Harper, she looked more relaxed already, just by telling me what my ex said to her.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Well,” she started. “I may have said something to the effect of yes, I am good for him, but her opinion really doesn’t matter so have a good life and then I walked out of the bathroom, leaving her in there.”

A triumphant smile spread across her face.

So fucking adorable.

And I was proud of her.

“C’mere,” I said as I pulled her across my lap. Her cheek settled against my chest as I held her. “I’m sorry you had to deal with her at all, but it sounds like you handled it like a champ.”

She nestled deeper into my hold, lifting her legs onto mine.

“Enough about her. I mean it, she doesn’t deserve our time,” she said, looking up at me, her hand rubbing the side of my face. “If I remember correctly, you made a promise about something you wanted to do to me once we left there.”

That got my dick hard immediately. And it also reminded me that she was wearing nothing under this dress.

And her legs were bent conveniently on my lap.

“Do you really want me to start this now, in the car?” I asked.

Reaching up, she undid my tie and slid it from around my neck.

“This damn bowtie is too small for you to use on me like last time,” she whined.

At that moment, the limo came to a stop.

“Well, lucky for you we’re home, and I have an entire closet full of ties,” I said as I pushed her off my lap and grabbed her roughly by the hips, pushing her out of the car. Tommy hadn’t even gotten to our side of the limo, and we were out and across the sidewalk. “Thanks, man. See you after the holiday,” I said behind me.

I heard his soft chuckle as he closed the car door. We scurried up the stairs as I struggled with my key. Harper was already undoing my belt. Pushing the door open, we fell into the foyer together, a puzzle of arms and legs entangled. My belt flew against the wall as the zipper went down on my pants. But then I pushed her back.

“Wait,” I told her. “I’ve been dreaming of watching that dress fall from your body all night, Harper.”

Taking her by the hand, we walked up the stairs to the bedroom. But then her hands were on me, pushing me up as she was attempting to run.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting long enough for you. Get a move on it,” she ordered as she slapped my ass.

We took off together, laughing as we ran the rest of the way into the room. Her dress was wrapped around her arm to avoid tripping as we catapulted ourselves onto the bed, our guttural laughs echoing off the walls. Both of us rolled to our backs, but our eyes connected as our smiles remained wide.

Her smile lit up the darkened room. And as we lay there, our mood shifted from excited to serious, our eyes locked. We turned on our sides to face each other, almost nose to nose. Reaching out, I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and took full advantage of my hand being that close to her face. Her skin was as soft as a rose petal as my finger drifted across her cheek. My thumb rested on her full lower lip, pulling down on it. The desire to bite it became too strong, and my mouth was on hers, kissing her, tasting her.

But I pulled back.

“Harper,” I said.

Her closed eyes took their time opening at the sound of her name. Those long lashes framing her bright blue eyes. I’d asked her once what flower her eyes most resembled. Her answer was a forget-me-not.

How apropos.

“Would you like me to stand and take my dress off for you now?” she asked with a coy smile.

Ah, my little vixen.

“Not yet,” I answered.

Her eyes widened at that answer.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that,” I told her. “But,” I started, then got a bit nervous. Because I wasn’t sure this was the right time.

Was it too soon?

Looking at her, with those big blue eyes now staring at me, wondering what I was holding back on, gave me the courage I needed.

“Harper,” I started again as my hand caressed her face. “I’m in love with you. When we’re together, every breath of mine is measured by every move you make. When we’re not together, I’m fighting the urge to find you, to be with you every minute of every day.”

Seeing the wetness gather in her eyes melted my heart. Our lips came together for a soft, gentle kiss.

“I love you, Harper Wilson.”

Watching her as she allowed my words to sink in, I grew nervous about how they made her feel.

“Don’t feel like…”

But she stopped me by putting her fingers against my mouth.

Then by putting her mouth on mine.

Pulling away slightly, she whispered, “I love you, Gage. I’ve known I was in love with you for a while.”

Taking her by the upper arms, I flipped her over and had her straddle me. Almost simultaneously, I lifted the dress up over her hips. When it got to her waist, she stopped me.

“Don’t you…?” The question in her voice was enough.

“You can strip for me another time; I need to be inside you right now.”

She lifted her arms and was free of the dress in seconds. Sitting naked on top of me was the most stunning creature ever made. Her perfectly round breasts begged to be held as my hands cupped them, squeezing them. Her head rolled back as my fingers pulled at her already taut nipples.

Pinching, rolling, and twisting. Eliciting that level of sweet pain she’d started asking for.

Her hands fumbled for my pants beneath her, struggling to get them off. I helped by lifting my ass from the bed, her rising in the air with me, and sliding them down my legs as far as I could without losing her from my lap. Sitting, I slid my jacket from my shoulders as her fingers nimbly opened each tiny button of my shirt in record time. She slid it from my arms, and I flung it to the floor.

Gripping her by the sides, I pulled her back and forth, her pussy rubbing along my already hard cock. Her wet pussy was like satin sliding along me, getting me ready for her.

“Be a good girl, Harper, and lift yourself up and put me inside you.”

Her eyes went wide at the order, but she immediately lifted her ass and reached for my dick. Stroking it in her hand, she swiped it along her wet slit, settling it at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto me, my dick sliding into her inch by inch. Her thighs shook from holding herself up, but she didn’t want to come down on me just yet, I could tell.

She was enjoying the slow torture as her pussy took its time taking me in. Her playing with me, like I do her.

But we had all night for torturous games with our bodies. I needed to feel myself inside her.

Now.

Grabbing her by the hips, I forced her all the way down onto me, a yelp escaping her lips.

“I’m sorry, but I need to feel you around me, Harper,” I said as I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around her. “Christ, you feel so good, so tight.”

Sitting so our bodies were flush against each other, my hands splayed against her back. Her fingers gripped me by the hair as she stared into my eyes.

We stilled.

“I love you,” I told her again. Forcing my lips onto hers helped stop the tremble that had started in them. My emotions were strong, this woman my undoing.

“I love you too, Gage,” she whispered into my hair. She pulled me tighter against her, our bodies seeming to become one.

Any love I thought I felt in the past I now doubted. Those feelings were nothing compared to what Harper did to my heart.

I smiled up at her as the emotions filled my throat. “I’ve never been happier.” I pushed my face against her breasts but kept talking. “You’ve brought light into my darkness and made me smile when all I did was scowl.” I started laughing as my voice cracked, the emotions strong. “And now it seems you’ve made me into a Hallmark writer.”

She gripped my face in her hands, staring into my eyes. “Hey, don’t ever stop talking to me like that, Mr. Parker, do you hear me?” she warned with a laugh. She ground her pussy onto my dick for good measure. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep the sappy stuff coming.”

My hands went down, around the top of her ass, and started moving us in a slow back and forth motion.

“So, you like the sappy talk?” I asked, as we kept the movements going.

Her hands went to my shoulders, gripping for support, holding on, as our rhythm continued to progress.

“I do, especially when it includes you telling me you love me,” she said.

She started lifting her pussy from me a bit, sliding it up only to come back down. As she continued, the pace quickened until she was bouncing on my cock.

Literally bouncing on me.

“You make it hard to sweet talk when you’re doing this, Harper,” I told her right before letting out a moan.

Her moans were coming between her grunts of exertion as she worked me.

“I have faith in you, Mr. Parker. You’re ever the professional, you can work through…”

She paused in her thoughts as she let out a moan of ecstasy. But then gathered her composure as she slowed her tempo.

“You can work through any situation, I’m sure,” she said.

She resumed the tempo from before, a daring smile across her face.

“I appreciate your vote of confidence, baby,” I told her. Lying back, flat on the bed, allowing her to maintain her assault on my body, I appreciated the view her movements offered.

Her tits bounced up and down as she slapped her pussy against me. But I needed to focus on the sweet side.

“Your hair looks beautiful in the moonlight coming through the window,” I told her, as I reached up and grabbed a breast. Two could play at this game.

Her head fell back. She loved when I played with her tits.

Snapping her head forward, she looked at me. She knew she lost some ground. She bent down, bringing our faces closer. Her fingers went straight to my scruff, something her and I both loved her doing.

“I love that you told me you loved me before we got into bed,” she said.

I froze, my hand motionless on her breast.

And she sat up straight, looking a little nervous at my reaction.

Sitting up with her, I hugged her against me fiercely.

“You picked up on that,” I said.

Her expression relaxed.

I pushed my dick into her slowly, not wanting our lovemaking to stop, but it needed to take a different direction.

The game was over.

“That was intentional,” I told her, then kissed her. Hard.

My tongue found hers, and I devoured her. Our mouths still connected, I spoke against her lips. “I needed it to count, to not seem like it was only because of…”

She nodded against me, she understood.

We rocked together, in sync with one another, as if we were one.

Our rhythm became our love song.

Eyes connected the entire time.

Her arms around my neck, mine around her waist.

And we made love.

Literal love.

To each other.

We lay in bed for a long time after, simply holding each other. Then we would alternate between dozing and rubbing each other’s backs. Everything with Harper was easy. Getting to know her was easy. Hanging out with her was easy. Her hanging with my friends was easy. Our schedule together was easy.

Loving her was easy.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel as though I was waiting for the other shoe to fall. It all felt right.

Glancing at the clock, it was already almost two in the morning.

And so much had changed in our lives in the past few hours.

She was on her belly, the sheet only covering her ass and legs. Her bare back looked like silk in the dim light. Her breast was peeking out next to the arm she had tucked under her head. She looked so damn sexy. But I curled my hands and resisted, though the temptation to touch her was strong.

“I feel you looking at me,” she said, her face still squished into the pillow.

A boyish grin came over me, knowing she could sense me like that. We’d come far in the months we’d been together.

“Oh, do you? Well, could you feel my hands about to reach out and feel the side of your breast right here?” I said as I slid my finger along the smooth skin.

She giggled but didn’t move.

My hand went to her cheek, stroking, encouraging her eyes to open. And they did.

“Are you ready for round two, Mr. Parker?” she asked as her sensuous eyes beckoned me.

Pulling her to face me, I shook my head. “No, that’s not what I want. It’s late, and we have to get up early tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to sleep for the night without telling you one more time that I love you.”

Inching forward, her lips found mine.

“I love you, Gage Parker.” Her white teeth seemed to glow in the dark room. “I really had no idea you were such a romantic, but I’m loving it.”

Moving onto my back, I pulled her head into the crook of my shoulder, needing her to sleep against me. Her arm went across my chest as mine went around her shoulder.

“I wasn’t. Not until you.”