He chuckled, adding some tomatoes into his pot.
“You forgot the garlic.” She brought the chopping board over to him, and he quickly scooped the garlic into the pot. “Smells amazing,” she said.
“Of course it does, I’m the one cooking it.”
She laughed. “Do you like to cook or is it out of necessity?”
“I like to cook. Seems odd, doesn’t it, a man cooking?”
“Not at all. I think it’s nice of you to want to cook, and I benefit from it.” She rubbed at her stomach. She put a hand to her stomach and there he went again, thinking about her heavily pregnant with his child. His cock was still hard.
Gage distracted himself by grabbing the salt pot to add to the boiling water. After he poured in the pasta, he turned toward Connie and saw her gaze was on his dick.
He didn’t need to look down to see what she was staring at. He was hard as fucking rock. Had been since he’d tasted her. The scent of her cunt was still on his face.
“You like what you see?” He closed the distance between them, putting his hands on either side of her body, locking her in.
She gasped. “I’m sorry.”
“Connie, I’m attempting to make you my mate. You don’t have to apologize for everything. You see how hard my cock is, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“It’s because of you.”
“Why haven’t you taken care of it?” she asked.
“Because I wanted to feed you first.”
“But … doesn’t it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt.” He pressed his body against hers. “It feels fucking incredible.” He dropped his face to the curve of her neck and breathed in the scent of her. She smelled so good. He wanted to take a bite. Actually, he wanted to strip her naked and fuck her all night long, to have her screaming for more, but he had to be a patient man.
“Come on. It’s time to eat.”
He withdrew from her, taking her hand and helping her into the chair at the counter.
Testing the pasta, he felt that it was more than ready and drained it while reserving some of the pasta water, and then he mixed the pasta and sauce together before serving.
Not once did his dick go down. He hadn’t been with a woman in a really long time. Not since he started to notice Connie and became attracted to her.
That was three years without a woman, and he was starting to lose control of his body’s reactions.
Chapter Four
Later that night, Constance lay in bed thinking about Gage. Her memories were so clear of how he touched her. The feel of his mouth between her thighs, but also how he looked afterward.
His cock had pressed against the front of his jeans. The outline of him shocked her with just how big and hard he looked. Gage wasn’t struggling in the dick department.
Thinking about him made her all hot and bothered.
For the first time in a few days, she’d finally been able to strip out of the pajamas and wear a night shirt. It was a large shirt that came down to her knees, but so comfortable. The shirt had seen better days, especially as she had washed it a few times.
She glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after twelve. Tanner hadn’t come home, for which she was thankful. The last thing she wanted was to bump into the man who rejected her. No one would believe her if she told anyone she had no plans to be with him.
She put her hand to her forehead before rolling to her side, trying to get comfortable.
Go to him.
The hardness of his cock wouldn’t leave her mind. He’d given her an orgasm and in return, he’d been hard.
Before she had a chance to think about what the hell she was doing, she got to her feet and padded to the door. After opening it up, within seconds she was heading down the small hall to where Gage’s bedroom was. He told her where it was when she arrived.
Tanner had a whole floor above them.
With her hand on the doorknob, she twisted it, and it opened.
This had to be the single craziest thing she had done. Every sensible part of her brain told her to turn on her heel and run. She had no right to be here, but this tiny smidge of need that told her to enter took over, and there she stood, in Gage’s room, shocked as he was wide awake. His hand moving up and down his length.
The sheet was to the side of him. Not one single part of him was covered.
Gage paused as he worked his cock, sitting up. He made no move to hide his body, his hand still on his dick.
She felt an instant hit of heat slam into her body.
Go to him.
“Connie,” he said.
“Gage. Er, I … er, I noticed you at dinner, and I wanted to come and help … you know, help you.” She licked her lips, feeling them dry up.
“How?”
“I don’t know. How do you need me?” She was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want things. Her imagination was a crazy place to be. Her body was on fire with need for him.
Silence met her question.
There was no tension.
She waited.
“You want to take care of my cock, Connie?”
“Yes.”
“You want to help me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re here willingly?”
She smiled at all his questions and nodded. “Yes. I’m here because I want to be with you.”
“Prove it,” Gage said.
Constance wasn’t expecting that. She glanced around his room, thinking about how she could prove to him that she wanted to be here. There was nothing she could do.
Until she looked down at her old night shirt and grasped the end of it. In one smooth move, she had it up and over her head.
Tossing it to the side, she stared at Gage.
She didn’t have any underwear on. With her hands on her stomach, she looked at him, waiting. “I want to be here.”
She took a step, then another, followed by another until she got to the edge of the bed.
Gage moved to a kneeling position. His arm banded around her waist, holding her close. The stiffness of his cock pressed against her stomach.
She wasn’t afraid.
What she felt was overwhelming arousal and need. She wanted this man so much. He made her ache in ways she had never felt before. This was so much more than a crush.
Putting her hands on his face, she touched him willingly without instruction.
There was some stubble on his cheeks and chin, but she didn’t mind. Touching him was more than enough. Without waiting for an invitation, she pressed her lips to his. It was a small kiss, tentative, but the need was there.
Gage ran his hand down toward her ass, gripping her flesh tightly, causing her to moan. It was almost painful, but the pleasure was there as well, swelling up inside her.
“I want to fuck you, Connie. I want to pull you to the bed, spread your legs, and pump you with my cum. Is that what you want?”
She gasped.
“Fuck, I can smell how turned on you are. You want this, don’t you? You want me?”
She nodded. “Yes, I want you.” Dropping her hand from his face and down his chest, she gripped his cock. “I want to take care of you.”
Constance had no idea what she was doing. She touched his cock, and it was such a strange part of his body to have in her hand. He was long, thick, hard, and soft.